After a proper turn or two about the floor, Brennan is keeping his eye out for Jovian to stand out a dance.  When he does so, Brennan nods in the direction of the Phoenix and murmurs, "Jovian, of course.  A more proper introduction?"

Assuming no objections or flights on either end, Brennan and Cambina make their way to the Firebird.  "Hail, Fire-Flyer.  May I present the Moon in Splendour?"

Jovian turns and grins openly at them both. "What a splendid example of vulpine cunning, to lure the moon from her passage in the sky! And such splendour, indeed, to fill the heart with inspiration." He offers  Cambina a wing (unbarbecued, I tell you!) and bows over her hand.

Alas, the mask probably hides the waggling of Brennan's eyebrow, but waggle briefly they do, since Brennan is pleased.  The mask can't hide the glint in his eye, though.

She takes the offered wing without removing the hand resting on Brennan's arm.

"I was just on my way to have some refreshment - shall we repair together to the ice palace? I wonder," he adds thoughtfully, but with a mischievous grin, "how the effervescence would affect visions scried in its reflecting pool."

"Many a man has been brought low over visions seen while fathoming the bowl, Sir Phoenix.  And imperfect figures cast imperfect reflections on imperfect mirrors.  I have always found that what one scries has more to do with what one brings to the pool than what one finds within it.  What would you see?"

Brennan briefly spreads the fingers of his left (and free) hand, unobtrusively but where Jovian can see it.  It's very much a 'you got yourself in that one, yourself,' gesture.  On the other hand, he's also suppressing a smile.
            It's a question to Jovian, so Brennan doesn't intercede, as such.  He does answer the question from Jovian, though:  "After a few dances, I think a bit of champagne would do nicely."
            Other than that, it's Jovian's play.

Jovian seems far more pleased with Cambina's response than one might expect as he turns to walk the pair toward the champagne fountain. "Well spoken, Lady Luna, and a good question besides. Honestly, I could not say confidently what I would see. Mine is a life in transition - myself, my surroundings, my purpose, even my kinships are all in motion. Where it's all headed, I know not - but I'm determined to live the journey fully. And you know," he reflects, as if thinking of it for the first time, "I'm not sure I would want to know too much, too soon."
            When his eyes return to Cambina's, there is...*something* there. Not awe, nor fear, nor pity, and yet all of these things in homeopathic doses (just enough to strengthen his resistance to them), unmeasured drops in a great depth of respect, and some sympathy as well.

"As the philosopher once said, 'The unexamined life is not worth living.'"  She says evenly, looking intently at her new found cousin.

The moment hangs in the air like a vast chaotic dracoform - but only for a flickering brevity, before the Firebird distracts himself at acquiring three flutes of champagne.

"Thank you, Sir Phoenix."

"It's the transition periods, I've found, that I'm most in need of a bit of self-reflection and revelation," says Brennan.  "Alas, though, by the time I realize it, it's often because I can see the transition behind me."

He pauses a moment to look around, taking in the whole scene as a tableau,  observing all the people, members of the Family and not; the event of the celebration for the Coronation, which is doing double duty, for some, as the celebration of a victory in a war with the other end of the universe; and even the room and the castle itself, which no longer obey the same rules as when their Elders left it behind.  He gestures to it all with the champagne flute he took from Jovian.
            "Looks like the biggest collective period of transition we're likely to see in some time.  Or am I just seeing it because it's just now passed?"

"Hard to say whether it's done or not. Certainly the adaptation to it is barely begun. As for examining my life," the firebird sighs, "that is an effort of the mind and spirit that I have been able to afford too little lately. So little time and space for contemplation - no doubt I'm poorer for it. I know well enough what I have been, and I have hope that my days at it are numbered. Where I'm headed from there isn't quite yet in focus."

"Some call it a curse to curse to know too much of the future.  How can you strive if you know what the outcome will be?  Foreknowledge is the bane of the ambitious and the optimistic."  She pauses.  "and the contemplative as well."

"I find ambition is more trouble than it's worth," Jovian admits, "though I do try to maintain a cautious optimism. I have certain tasks before me, which luck may permit to be limited in nature - and from then, dear luminous one, I intend to enjoy some mystery for a while. It is too vast a universe not to explore, don't you think?" There's a nearly impish gleam in his eye as he salutes with his champagne before drinking.

"Of course for many, the greatest mysteries will always lie inside themselves."

Brennan regards Cambina for a moment.  It's clear he's got a good deal of sympathy for the opinion she's just stated, but fairness compels him:  "I didn't think it had to be one or the other-- Hell, I've been known to do my soul searching *while* exploring."

"That may be the best time for it," Jovian concurs. "Every step is new untainted by preconception - you get to watch your own mind work, and gauge the reactions of others who haven't built up fixed responses from prior experience." He sips at his champagne and teases the thought out a little more. "For that matter, with us, every exploration of shadow  is also an exploration of our own dread and desire, is it not?"

Cambina nods.  "That's how it works in Tir-na Nog'th.  The place is very... seductive if you've an eye for exploring external manifestations of internal truths."  She sips her own champagne.  "Some in our family are addicted to that place.  Have you ever been, Sir Phoenix?"

"Not yet," the Firebird confesses. "My father is ever the skeptic, but I have often wondered about the place. And now that I will soon have time to explore it, it goes missing from the sky. I wonder if Canareth and I couldn't fly Shadow to it... but then, without your expertise to guide us, we'd probably find a strange apparition of the Tir, like but unlike." He can't quite suppress a shudder at the prospect.

"It can be... interesting,"  Brennan says.  "I didn't know that anyone could be considered addicted to the place, and I certainly didn't find it seductive at the time, but perhaps I can see how it might be.  My visits have been fairly few, and I've always been necessarily preoccupied while I was there."

"I wondered,"  says Cambina.

"Whether I'd been there, when, or why?" Brennan responds.  "In any case, it's all really the same answer-- There is no way Brand would have sanctioned my taking a Walk and then walking away.  So I took matters into my own hands, and the one in the sky isn't guarded very well."  Pause.  "As such, anyway."

"I can well imagine that one could become addicted to life's shadow-drama in that place, especially if it reflects at least in part one's own deepest desires." It sounds as though this last is something he's been told, but isn't quite convinced about.
            "But say, dear Moon...do you think it's possible to gain entry to your city by air, or is the stairway the only way in for the living?"  By the Firebird's tone, he's half making interesting conversation, half making plans.

"I've never had to, of course.  I'd be willing to try any number of things to get there."

"Hard to say when we'll have time to try," Jovian considers, "not knowing how long it would take. But I'd welcome the opportunity."

She turns to Brennan.  "Do you think it makes a difference which pattern a person walks first?  That there is something different about your experience with it than our Phoenix or Prince Swan?"

The Phoenix's hood covers his famous eyebrow, but he clearly finds the question intriguing.

"A guess?"  He was thinking while the Phoenix spoke, and then thinks for a small interval again.  It seems he might waffle or equivocate, but both Phoenix and Luna know that it's really an unanswerable question.  He doesn't bother pointing out that obvious detail.  
             "Yes.  I think the essential effects are the same, but the experience almost has to be different.  A different draught, but the same hangover," he smiles at Cambina.  "But I left home to get away from Brand, because I knew him to be mad enough to follow his plan.  And when I finally made my way to the center of the spectral city, past all the other shades of the past and visions of the future... there was an apparition of Brand. 
             "He had told me -- in the flesh -- that I would die on it.  He did not intend to lie.  And his revenant seemed to follow me, even chase me, as I walked.  I don't know if it was a trick of my mind, or the place, or if those spectres really have that much volition."  He frowns. "I'm not actually sure I want to know, come to think of it." 
            He doesn't seem *too* distressed at the memory.  It's been a long time, after all. But if Cambina's arm is still in his, he's holding it a bit tighter, now.  Probably doesn't realize it, either.
            "I haven't taken a poll, but I don't think that's normal for other walks."  He looks to his companions for their opinions.

"Well, Merlin's, but nobody believed him.  It was so simple...."  Cambina's eyes look as if she's had more champagne than is strictly good for her.

The movement of Jovian's head is a conscious mimicry of casualness, as if he deliberately restrained his head from snapping around with a more raptorish mien. "What happened to Merlin?" Again, the tone could be waved off as casual - but Brennan has come to know the dragonman  somewhat, and Cambina has more water than a cactus.

Brennan, meanwhile, is caught somewhat on the horns of a dilemma.  Having made a pledge, to himself at least, to see Cambina as Cambina, rather than seeing her as a mechanism for visions and seeings by trying to ignore the whole thing, there's not much he can do to avert this scene.  
            Obviously, ignoring the whole thing is an untenable solution.
            Later, there will be time to ask whether Cambina would have wanted him to dissuade Jovian, or just let the scene run to completion.  But for the moment he spares a brief, cautionary glance to Jovian, then reaches out with his free left hand (he had ditched the champagne glass some time ago) to rub her forearm, which is still in Brennan's right.

"I don't know.  Something.  At the very least he had a more-difficult-than-average first pattern walk last week."

Brennan gives her a look, then, "It's a bit stuffy in here, after all the dancing," he covers.  "Would you join me for some fresh air?"
            Jovian's not a brick-- it's a cover to let Cambina take a step back and gather herself if she needs it, and blame it all on Brennan's desire for air.

No, Jovian is not a brick... he finds it odd that relating this past event should be so disturbing, but he covers well by refreshing drinks all round. "Certainly, let's. After all," he adds, handing Cambina her full glass, "there's a beautiful Moon out tonight."

"Thank you, Sir Phoenix."  She lets the men escort her towards the door, seemingly unphased by whatever happened by the champagne fountain.  "Tell me, Sir Phoenix.  Do those lines actually work on Calusan women?"

The Firebird laughs along, clearly not taking himself seriously. "I have no idea; we don't have masques in Calusa. But a night like this does lend itself to high spirits and theatrical flair; I find myself in a better mood than I've been in a longer time than could possibly be healthy." As they cross the threshold into the garden, he breathes deeply, savoring the taste of the night air.

The Fox's escort style is all about providing options and cover for the escortee.  But since Lady Luna isn't bothered by the incident, then neither is the Fox, and that's that.

"Amber is the original of which so much else is imperfect shadow.  You shall need more perfect lines to perfectly succeed, Sir Firebird."  She, too, is smiling.

"You presume so much, Princess of the Night, to think I haven't succeeded already by making you smile. Why should I want more than such delightful company as this?" By tone and gesture, he includes Sir Renard as well. Anyone with a drop of water might even think he's happy to see his brother Knight Commander thus conjoined.

This is the point where Brennan would usually make a snarky comment about something or other.  But it's the Fox right now, and they're both about as pleased with the company they have right now as they have been or are likely to be all evening.

"Few have ever succeeded in 'making' the moon do their bidding, Sir Firebird, and some of those only bade the moon to do as she would have anyway.  Still, rumor has it that you are of the line of gods, so perhaps you can make the moon rise or the sun set in the west.  Divinity should be good for something other than attracting would-be High Priestesses."

"My experience in the godding trade is sparse," he admits with a chuckle.  "But I'm given to understand knowing the limits of your sphere of influence is part of it, and reinforcing the natural order of things is another. If I can provide good reason for another's tendencies to coincide with my own, then my will is one with the natural order. As neat a definition of godhood as any I've been given, I suppose." Even through the mask his eyes sparkle with ironic humor.

"Is your brother a point in favor, or the exception that proves the rule?"

"He makes the fringe of the rules his proving ground, all right," the Firebird agrees ruefully, using the archaic sense of 'prove.' "I only hope he can fail so many tests and survive - and learn."

Brennan diplomatically does not comment on the likelihood of any of that.

When they head back from the garden to the ballroom, the Fox adds, "By the way, Sir Phoenix, I think I have the support of your Devilish kindred fire spirit.  I should have it by tomorrow morning."
            It's quiet enough that no one but Jovian and Cambina will be able to hear, but he's not rude enough to shove his partner aside and whisper into the Phoenix's ear.

Jovian nods, considering. "Fire spirit that I am, it is a trial to study at the knee of Temperance. But I may be best suited nonetheless to get what knowledge we need from him to begin the walk you propose, if it ends where we think it does. I'll see to it as soon as I can."

"As you judge fit, Sir Phoenix.  As long as he doesn't try to forbid, so much the better.  I'll try and mention it to our other numbers, but I don't know if I'll have the chance to talk to everyone tonight."

"As we agreed, I'll get what I can from him about your least-favored but most-likely destination, without tipping your hand. I'll try not to run afoul of the Fourth Law," Jovian adds, with the twist at the corner of his mouth that tends to accompany a (hidden) Julianic eyebrow.

"I love it when a plan comes together."

Lilly is next up on Jerod's roster, and at the appropriate interval, Jerod will make his way over.  He pauses for a moment, already having examined the costume worn by Lilly and her companion and he nods approvingly, more to himself than anything.
            "Good evening Lady." Jerod says, a polite nodding bow accompanying his words.  "Perhaps you would do me the honour of accompanying me for the next dance?"

There is a momentary look of surprise on Lilly's face hidden quickly by a polite nodding bow of her own. "Certainly." She says in a clear voice as she offers him an arm.

Jerod accepts graciously, nodding politely to any who she might be with at that moment (Benedict, Paige, Merlin, etc) before whisking her out to the dance floor.
            On the floor, Jerod has a tendency to lead through the dances, attentive to any problems that Lilly might have if she has not been exposed to the particular dance being performed but does not dominate the movements.  It is clear he knows how to dance very well and has probably been doing it all his life.

Though she certainly does not have the experience Jerod does on the dance floor, Lilly is a very fast learner. Dancing comes naturally and effortlessly to her. Letting the gentleman lead however does not. She seems to be almost consciously reminding herself to do just that. Knowing the right etiquette is easy. Performing it is a bit more difficult. But she is at least making a good effort.

"The opportunity has not presented itself to speak to you since everyone's arrival home." Jerod says.  "Allow me to congratulate you on your knighthood, as well as your position as the Queen's guardian."

"Thank you. I was honored to be so trusted by the King. It is my hope that I can continue to serve Amber well for many, many years." Lilly's confidence is tempered by sincerity as she speaks.

"I suspect that Uncle Random would not have let you near the Queen if you had not proven trustworthy." Jerod says. "Family relations can go to hell when you're protecting your own."

"True. Very true. That is part of the reason I suspect so many of our generation never knew Amber until it was necessary. Now we are faced with the task of protecting a home that is still strange and new. It is a bit daunting at times." Though not for Lilly. She seems quite certain of her ability to rise to the challenge.

"And what do you think of your new home?" Jerod asks.

"Amber is..." Lilly's voice trails off momentarily as her eyes take on a slightly distant look. "Interesting? It is both more and less then I expected it to be. That is not to say however that I am in any way disappointed. Quite the opposite actually. I find her to be most intriguing." She nods slightly to herself as she finishes speaking. Sometimes the truth needed to be stated before being accepted.

"Curious.  Many people speak of Amber in the former, as being of *more*.  The Sundering no doubt had an impact there." Jerod says.  "How is it less than you expected?"

"That answer is bit difficult to voice so you will have to forgive me if this sounds odd." From what Jerod can see of Lilly's facial expression she looks a bit vulnerable as if she is sharing something from deep within her heart. "I adored my foster mother. You must understand that. She and I were very close. For years she filled my head with all of the rules and knowledges I would need to be a lady of the court. She warned me time and again that the path I had chosen for my self would make my life difficult. It was her belief that a Lady could never be a warrior. And I understood exactly what she meant, I was just simply too stubborn to abandon my passions.
            "So when I arrived in Amber I expected to find a very staunch patriarchal society. What I have discovered is something different. In that regards what I received was indeed less then I expected. Mind you I believe it to be a good thing. I far prefer to live in a place where I am free to use my talents rather then trying to pretend to be something I am not."

"Hmmm...you will find Amber's patriarchal nature is still alive and kicking." Jerod says.  "It just has not surfaced in a way that you would recognize.  As the daughter of a Prince, the common rules of conduct would not be applied to you.  Anyone doing so would be at serious risk of life and limb, and that's assuming your father did not get wind of it."

This comment is rewarded with a genuine smile. Lilly could certainly stand up for herself when the need arose. It was keeping those passions in check that sometimes caused a problem.

"That does not mean you will be immune to their effects. When the powers that be decide to try to enforce them, they will do so subtly.  You will rarely be the object of that enforcement but more likely those around you that are vulnerable to influence.  You will need to be cautious in your dealings with those around you as the Queen's protector.  Your actions will reflect on her and notoriety is more likely to be remembered than good conduct."

Lilly nods. Of course she had considered all of this. Did he really think she'd be wearing so many dresses and gown of she hadn't?

Jerod's behaviour would not lead anyone to believe he is being condescending.  Rather, he appears to be imparting his perspective to someone who is certain to be unfamiliar with Amber's Court (and by extension, Rebma's).  Given that it has been his battlefield most of his life, one might suspect that even simple comments on his part might be construed as useful information beyond their surface banality.

"I suspect that being a female member of this family will have both strong advantages and disadvantages. You are right in that we are some of the few who can break the social molds. Yet at the same time we are supposed to be serving as role models. Balancing that requires constant attention."

A bit of a wicked look crosses her eyes as she continues on a far more conspiratorial tone. "I for one believe Paige is making it easier for the rest of us. With all the gossip swirling about her there is little time or energy for the average person to be concerned with the rest of the royals." The easy smile returns as she finishes her comments bringing an ere of jest along with it. Lilly was not one to bad mouth a friend after all.

"Were it as simple as that I would be quite relieved."  Jerod says.  "Someone could be picked routinely to be the target of the year and handsomely rewarded afterwards for their efforts in deflecting criticism from the Crown."  For a moment, Lilly could almost suspect that Jerod was serious in his comments, though he smiles just momentarily afterwards (as only John Malkovich can do it), before he returns to a serious mood.

Lilly nods once in agreement. She appreciated anyone who could take a comment in the vein it was intended and proceed to make it something more.

"There are several groups you will need to be aware of, that are of questionable integrity and may use the King's absence to their advantage.  I do not believe they would move openly against the Queen, but they will certainly move to sway public opinion and gain concessions to their betterment."

Again Lilly nods. "Not all wars are fought on battlefields. And sometimes it is most difficult to discern the difference between ally and enemy. Because of that I am most interested in the opinions you have to offer. I do not guarantee I will agree with you. I will however listen with an open mind and give due consideration to anything you wish to share." The daughter of Benedict is, if nothing else, straightforward.

"Then give your due consideration to that individual over there." Jerod says, maneuvering the dance to bring Sir Octave into view for a moment.  "Are you familiar with him?  He served under your father."

"I do not believe we have met. And father speaks very little of such things."

After Lilly has had a moment to answer, Jerod continues.  "Sir Octave had the regrettable misfortune to have a gentleman named Carver as a client.  Octave is an impressive barrister and Carver was indicted in a conspiracy to hoard food after the Sundering, a time when resources were quite scarce and many suffered.  Carver and his associates were caught and questioned.  Many saw the correct way of contrition and threw themselves on the Regent's mercy, in addition to returning all the food."

Jerod can almost see Lilly filing away all of this information away in her mind as he speaks. She is something of an intense listener who nods when appropriate but remains silent. After he is finished she remains silent for a moment to run through the information once more.
            "Do you believe they will underestimate the Queen? And for that matter do you believe they are the type of men who will underestimate the Queen's guard?" The latter most definitely is Lilly's way of referring to herself.

"Whether they underestimate the Queen is not of importance to me." Jerod says.  "I personally would like nothing better than to have my friend make fools out of them.  It would look good on them and establish her as suitable for the role of Queen.  I think she could do it.  But an open confrontation does not aid the kingdom at this time and will distract the Queen from more pressing matters."
            "As to whether you are capable, that remains to be seen. Not all threats can be dealt with by the sword." and Jerod smiles.  "I will look forward to seeing how you deal with some of these situations."

"I agree with your assessments, for the most part. And I can assure you that I am more then a sword wielding buffoon. I have always believed that violence in and of itself was not a solution to any given problem. However being able to back up one's threats and offer protection when others are unwilling to reason, well that is a true asset." Now it is Lilly's turn to smile. As the look meets her eyes though there is something a bit feral in her gaze.

"I would expect nothing less from the daughter of Uncle Benedict." Jerod says.

"Folly has told me that you perhaps know one end of a blade from another.  Is that true?"

"It is." Jerod nods.  "I also know not to tie my ego to its use or another's perception of my skill with it.  A truly fatal mistake inside the family circle.  Do you need to prove your worth against me?  If that is the case, I say that is a weakness on your part.  I'd recommend you lose it before someone seizes it as an opportunity."  There is no challenge in reply to Lilly's feral expression, but there is also no fear.  Not even hesitation.  It is clear he means every word.

Something about his words seem to amuse Lilly. It's not as if she is falling over laughing but there is a glint in her eye that simply was not present before.

"In any event, if you're looking to spar you can see me in the morning.  I am teaching Reid some of the finer points of the blade and he is gracious enough to help me with Trump.  I'm sure he'd be willing to push back his training a bit in exchange for a popcorn view."

"That, dear cousin, was always my intent. I am constantly seeking out new sparring partners. My only assumption was that we could perhaps aid one another. I, too, have a rather full schedule but like you I prefer to spar first thing in the morning. Perhaps our paths will cross."

"I seek always to learn from my experiences.  To do anything less is to be foolish.  My schedule is free tomorrow at first light." Jerod says.  "I would recommend we try then because things will get busier in the next few days and I will probably not be around once Prince Corwin departs."

"That will be most satisfactory."

Once Lilly has had a chance to comment, Jerod continues. "You might wish to speak to Reid afterwards concerning the broadsheet printers in the city.  That is likely to be issue number two on your list of things to watch for when protecting the Queen's interests."

"I am slightly familiar with the broadsheets. I do not believe one could spend time in this fair city and not be. And I agree they should be monitored. What I did not know was that Reid had information concerning them. I am grateful to you for passing on that information."

Jerod chuckles.  "If I remember correctly, I believe he had one of them roughed up a little to get some information on their little trade dispute.  I might be wrong but I'm sure he can provide you with up to date information.  I've always liked to keep an eye on them.  They are a good barometer of public antipathy.  After all, if my Uncle Bleys actually takes the time to read them, there's got to be something to them."

"Hmm... never underestimate the readings of a redhead." Lilly says quietly.  She seems quite aware of the fact that statement can and does have multiple meanings.

Jerod does not comment on her statement, having his own opinion of redheads and their readings.

After a moment, in a lightly louder voice, Lilly says, "So tell me cousin, have you a third item for my list?" Her tone carries with it her intense curiosity and nothing more.

"There is a third.  Actually a few more, though none of them are of a nature that you will likely to be able investigate in Amber, unless they come to you.  Your duties as the Queen's protector will keep you close to her unless she decides to release you from immediate service."
            "The last of the ones that would be an immediate issue is a gentleman named Chi-Lin.  Your friend Paige has taken responsibility for his parole since he previously served under Prince Bleys during his invasion attempt.  Chi-Lin is a treacherous little fellow who I now regret not having drowned during our return voyage from the Land of Peace. However, once cannot live with regrets.  I will not tarnish your first impressions of him with my musings.  I would simply suggest you keep an eye on him.  If he has reformed, all the better.  If not..."

"Noted. Be warned though, if my own impressions are even the slightest bit troublesome I may come looking for your full story. And I certainly shall look into Paige's."

"Keep your mind open and make your own conclusions first.  I will say Paige's perspective may be suspect.  Consider that as you will."

"I have found that truth often lies between perspectives cousin."

"Now, for the sake of my curiosity, shall I assume your only interest in giving me all of this information lies in the protection of Amber? Or is there something else you seek?" Civil. Very civil. Lilly simply does not see any reasons for playing games with Jerod. Not at this particular moment anyway...

"I was curious to see whether Paige had worn off on you or not." Jerod says with a smile.  "But you have your father's directness.  There is hope for you yet."

This garners a small smile from Lilly but she remains silent.

"I make my offering of information because it is necessary.  Were I remaining here for a time, I would investigate these things but circumstance does not permit it.  I must find another to serve in my stead.  You are suitable to that even if you do not wish to.  Your duty to the Queen means you have no choice but to at least consider my words, even if you do not trust my motives.  How you choose to react to the information tells me much about you as well."
            Jerod will pause in case Lilly has any comment before proceeding.

The small smile spreads into something conspicuously larger. "I will not waste my time worrying about whether I am serving your causes or not. My duty is to Amber, my loyalty is to the king. If the information you have given aids me on this path so be it. However if your needs cross my own I am certainly not going to fret."

"There are some who are quite displeased with how I go about achieving my goals.  Yet despite what some might consider manipulation, I do not sanction treachery as a means to obtain my objectives.  None of my cousins can claim injury or indignity because of my actions, though some might try by stretching the truth a bit.  If I seem to arrange things in such a way, it is because I have little desire for persuasion.  Also, I have a thicker skin so that I ignore it if it happens to me in return.  My father was better at persuasion and some day I will learn to be as good.  For now, this method serves me best."
            "What do you think of that?"

"Does it matter? I would think that my feelings for you or your methods would be inconsequential in your eyes so long as I were willing to work along side of you as needed. And for now I am. As far as I see it you have given me no reason to distrust you, or to avoid you. That, I think, should be enough to satisfy."

"For the moment." Jerod says.  "Though how you react does matter.  It tells me something about you.  As my father told me once, it's good to know whether people have learned the golden rules of life.  It would appear you have some understanding of them.  I like that."

Lilly nods. "Your father's set of rules may still prove to be very different from my own. For now though I see no reason why you and I can not work toward developing a mutual respect for one another."

"Tell me then.  What rules did your father teach you?  It must have been an interesting life.  I cannot imagine what it would be like under Uncle Benedict."

"Actually neither can I. I was not raised by my father. He did hand pick my foster parents however. And they knew him well enough to not question why a young girl far preferred sword fighting to dresses and fancy parties. In many ways I was very lucky. They allowed me to find myself while at the same time ensuring I grew up with a strong sense of personal honor. I suppose my father most likely over saw everything. But the truth is I rarely saw him and was an adult before I knew who he truly was."

Jerod nods, thinking back for a moment to his own childhood.  "What were your foster parents like?"

Lilly takes a brief moment before answering, "Honest, trusting, sincere, very straightforward. Mallet crafted some of the finest weapons I have ever laid eyes upon. Jade knew the virtues of insuring that I was well rounded. All in all they were very good people. I miss them."

"Will you return to visit them?" Jerod asks.

"Perhaps. If such a thing is possible. To be honest I do not know of their fate." Lilly can not hide the touch of sadness in her voice.

"Do you have experience travelling in Shadow?" Jerod asks.  "If not, perhaps Martin might be able to go back with you.  He told me once that he spent time with your father shortly after he walked it in Rebma."

"Yes. Martin is familiar with the lands upon which I was raised. However we both have duties. Finding the time for such a venture may be difficult and in truth unnecessary. I have not had a chance to speak with my father about the Tecys. It is possible he has the answers I seek."

"Be sure to acquire those answers quickly." Jerod says.  "I'm sure the King will be busy making people busy.  It would be most regrettable to find you have to wait if your father should be sent away for a prolonged period of time.  Especially if the answers can be easily obtained in just a few minutes of quiet conversation." and he takes a brief look around while they are dancing.
            "Perhaps I have monopolized too much of your time.  This might be an opportune moment to obtain what you need."

"I do not believe my father intends to disappear before the ball's end.  However you do have a very good point. With the acoustics of this room being what they are tonight may yet indeed prove to be sufficient for that particular discussion. I had not thought if it." Lilly seems a bit, shall we say, surprised that she had not thought of simply asking him out right this evening prior to her conversation with Jerod.

Jerod smiles, re-directing the flow of their dance a bit.  "Grandfather obviously took steps to ensure that when parties were happening, those he did not want listening would be properly hamstrung."
            Unless Lilly objects, Jerod moves them far enough along the floor to allow them to depart from the dance floor relatively close to Benedict's location. 

"There is wisdom there. I can not deny that." Lilly says allowing herself to be led along by her dance partner.

Jerod ends the dance at an appropriate point where she can either start talking to Benedict, or start looking for him.

Before taking leave of Jerod Lilly says, "It has been a pleasure good sir. I look forward to our meeting in the morning."

And then he's on to his next person...

Benedict is leading Kourin off the floor and towards the champagne fountain.

Noting Benedict movement, Lilly follows in a subtle fashion. After all there was no point letting everyone in the hall see that she was seeking out her father. If he happened to catch it though, well that was all the better. For the moment though, she too approached the champagne fountain under the pretense of being thirsty. Once there she offers a smile and gentle nod in greeting but remains silent for the moment.

Benedict offers Lilly a glass of champagne and then takes one himself.  "Lady Dragon," he says.

"We meet again good sir." Lilly says with a sincere smile and a polite bow.  She sips the champagne before getting onto the business at hand.
             "I realized that there was something I had meant to ask you. During your absence have you been able to determine the fate of the Tecys?" Straight to the point. Hopefully her father would appreciate her candor.

"It stands, as does my home at Avalon.  Jade and Mallet were very happy to hear of your success.  I am sure you will be able to visit them when your duties to the queen allow."

Lilly visibly brightens. "That is good to know." For the moment there is little more to say. Finding this answer left her mind free to concentrate more on other things. So far this evening was lending itself quite nicely to good natured merriment. If it continued she might even begin to start enjoying herself.
            "Well then, I do not wish to keep you from the other guests." Lilly pauses for a moment and looks her father deep in the eyes. For just a moment she allows all of her feeling to come forth. These past few weeks had been in every way the most eventful of her life. The joy she felt over having found a true family and a true home could not be contained by the weariness of the war and it's aftermath. And for perhaps the first time in her life she realized that she loved the man standing before her. There are no right words to express everything she wants to say in that moment so she settles on a simple phrase, "Thank You Father."
            With that the moment is gone. With a polite nod she turns to mingle among the crowd and insure the safety of her queen.

After Brennan, Cambina and Jovian talk, and as there is time, Brennan spies Solange.  Not wanting to monopolize Cambina for the entire evening, he excuses himself and makes his way to Solange.
            "You look heavenly.  May I have this dance?"

"With pleasure, Sir Fox," Solange replies.

Then, assuming she says yes, and they dance, "You've been scarce, cousin -- how are you?"

"Well enough, thank you -- and yourself?  I haven't seen much of anyone, except poor Nestor.  I've been buried among the old travelogues."

He nods.  "I've made Nestor's acquaintance myself, recently, trying to start a little research on everyone's favorite boogeymen, as well as looking for a little insight into the publishing business here.  Looking for anything of interest in the travelogues, or are they considered light reading?"

"I was hoping to be able to spot places that would have the most advanced healing arts.  Nanotech, maybe, or perhaps regeneration.  I don't trust magical cures as well."

"Oh, I see.  Your father.  Yes, of course that makes sense.  I know you didn't ask my advice, but your brother did some time ago.  Do you want me to bore you with the same advice?  If nothing else, it's a more refined message, since I've been thinking about it for a while in the back of my head."

"I'd be grateful for any advice right now," Solange answers.  "There are times when I wish I'd studied medicine instead of business.  Then I'd know where to start."

"Hmm.  All right.  Some of this may be obvious, but all right.  I wouldn't trust technology any more than I trust magic, or soul-chaining, or any other Shadow technique.  But that's the same as saying I wouldn't trust magic any less than I trust technology or psychic resublimation or whatever the Hell you find.
            "My thought is that whatever you find has to be a cure, not a treatment.  If it's a technology treatment, say, then you have to watch out that they're not just going to steen his bones through with some titanium alloy that will corrode and infect him as soon as he's out of that shadow.  There are magical equivalents that are just as bad."
            He pauses for a moment.  "Of course, this assumes I know what I'm talking about," he cautions.

"You probably know more than I do," Solange says.  "I have no practical experience with magic, and the technology I saw when I was at school was lower-level than what I'm hoping to find.  Most of what I know about either comes from fiction.  Even so, I was thinking along the same lines.  I don't want a magical solution that only works as long as the spell's in effect, because that'd disappear as soon as he hit a region of Shadow where magic just doesn't work.  And if I don't want something like what you described.  That's why I was thinking of repair and regeneration.  I suppose if there's something that accomplishes it magically, that'd be as good."

Brennan nods; he sees that his message has been received.

"And I don't know how I'd go about testing the cure fully.  Partially, yes, if you're willing to run back and forth doing animal experimentation.  But good enough to put him back on the Pattern?  You have a tough road ahead, Solange.  I wish I could give a better prognosis, or a more informed opinion.

Solange nods resignedly.

"But, hey," he says, trying to turn the conversation to something a little more helpful, and perhaps a little more lighthearted, "You won't find my travelogues in the library, but I've covered a lot of ground in my time.  Maybe I can give you some leads."

"Do tell," Solange encourages.

Brennan proceeds to sketch out a handful of colorful-sounding locations in Shadow, in brief, but in enough quirky detail to suggest he's been to each one.  He mentions the Techno-reapers, in a place where men scratch out their existences harvesting the remnants of some previous extremely high technology civilization.  Then there are the  Brotherhood of the Starlit Cowls, piloting their ghost fleets through the skies of their Shadow.  If they can chain the souls of their sky into their sails, and if they can chain the souls of their cotton to *become* their sails, well, they might very well be able to coax something back to life in Gerard's legs.
            Er, but they're past Yg.  Not an easy trip.
            There are a few others, but when he's done, he mentions one place he hasn't been to, but....
            "...I know this sounds odd.  And I can't verify this.  But I've heard a variation on this three times, decades apart from each other, and in Shadows widely separated.  The first time, I had supposedly just missed, by a few weeks or so, the appearance and disappearance in those local waters of an Island called Vanderyahr.  Supposedly an island with people living on it, in a few small cities, which-and this was the second hand tale that the locals were telling me-kept moving from world to world.  The Yahrens were evidently masters of the
quick trade."
             He pauses, and editorializes a bit.  "Sounds ludicrous, doesn't it?  An island that, by our parlance, skipped from Shadow to Shadow?  I assumed they were trying to run a game on me, and I didn't like the place I first heard about it anyway.  But fifty years later and a *long* ways away, I heard a variation on the same story.  I was centuries too late, that time, but the locals kept a good enough written history that I was able to compare accounts.  Even the name was the same, allowing for transliterating into wildly different alphabets.
            "And a third time, maybe a decade later, I ran into the same tale.  I always meant to follow up on it, but one thing got in the way of another, and...."
            He shrugs.
            "It's a good story, anyway.  But if it's real, and one of us sets our mind to finding it, it should be findable.  And if it's real, I bet they have *lots* of stories to tell."

"I'll have to keep my eyes open for it," Solange agrees.