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Message 92 Date Received: Mon May 8 07:50:48 2017
From: Ryika
To: Merrisol
Subject: IC note
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Written on actual paper, sent via a collection of servants who have nothing better to do than hunt Merri down.
Dearest Papa.
I'm given to understand you're not accepting trump calls at the moment, and the mirrors aren't always playing nice, so I am reduced to writing you a letter. Quaint and delightful as it might be. I have finally returned to Amber, and would love to sit and enjoy a drink to catch up on what's been going on in Amber and Rebma and Tir. I am accepting trump calls, if you are so inclined, or other means of contact. Send my love to your delightful wife, and much love to you. I hope you are well. - Ryika
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To: Ryika
Cc: Martin
Subject: The Honour of Your Presence
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....is requested at the Palace of Rebma, in a private audience with the Crown. Arrangements of date and time to be discussed between chief adjutants for mutual convenience. Personal conveyance is offered at this time as suits our dear, knighted friend Ryika, the Queen of Banyan.
(This is sent back, in lieu of the more typical personal letter from Merrisol.)
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Moire has returned from Tir, Amber, Shadow, and wherever else they've been jaunting lately. Whew. It is mentally, emotionally exhausting being part of Martin's posse. Entering the throne room, she looks over at the dais and the elaborate coral chair. Grumble.
Since Moire's return Martin has only sat there if he absolutely had to for official reasons. He looks a little concerned about something as he goes over a report being given via mirror.
While walking sedately towards Martin, the Queen surveys the deserted hall and noble galleria, all cleaned, buffed, and ready for the next session of high court. It's not easy, considering Merri's limbs, to pace her arrival for when the conference via mirror is concluded, but she has gotten better at the Morfilod Mosey. "Grandson. What troubles you."
Martin smiles when he sees her but it's not one of his ear to ear smiles. "House Ygrayne being twitchy as usual. They are trying to use breeding space that belongs to House Daffyd. House Daffyd wasn't using them, Ygrayne claims to have permission from a hundred years ago and now I have to mediate a dispute tomorrow. Did you get my message about Corwin and Ryika?" He asks with gesture to follow him. They move out of general earshot.
Moire walks just to one side, moving with him. "I did. You and Lord Merrisol both think highly of her, and so I shall not even try to keep up pretenses during her visit. Once Ryika is aware, it is her right to inform Prince Corwin, though she may have other ideas." She thinks on the other matter between the Houses. "House Bauquemare manages border claims, and may be able to shed some light on the matter. The Daffyds were granted their lands centuries ago, but certainly not more than a millenium. Miscommunication during this fledgling period would be likely." In other words, good luck with that bureaucratic mess, kid.
Martin grumbles. "Ygrayne sure likes to poke things and say its theirs." He nods, "The Daffyds have a legitimate complaint but I will speak to the house Lord of Baquemare in the morning." He pauses for a moment and nods. "Alright. I recommend we let Corwin in. When we announce this situation in the next Court I think we should first make sure that at least Corwin is aware. Politically, it seems like the best idea. Then Amber cannot bitch and moan they didn't know. Even though they will anyway. Do you think it's a good idea?"
Moire nods slowly, once. "There was no call to announce the return of the Queen of Rebma until certain conditions were met. Until it could be confirmed beyond a doubt by trusted experts. Until it could be assured the manner of my possession was not an offence against the Sea's natural law." She notes, "While my vessel remains vulnerable to mystical attack, there is a risk to making these things widely known, in Rebma as well as Amber. It is one we shall accept, so that all realms may move forward. Yes, this is best." She smiles faintly to herself.
Martin smiles, grateful for the clear words and decision. At least, he hopes he got it right. "Then so shall it be. Only those who need to know. That was my immediate fear. We shall wait to announce and make it widely known."
Maggie is clearly somewhere in Rebma, judging by the way her braide floats in and out of view. As the connection is made, Maggie's smile and eyes warm, "Good morning, Your Majesty." While her tone remains as warm as her expression, the wording stays formal. "It is my great pleasure to formally invite you to Rebma to speak with the Crown. If you are ready, then I would be delightted to bring you through now. If you wish time to prepare, please trump me when you can come through." There is a brief pause before she adds, "Do you have my trump?"
Maggie can't stifle the grin, "Good coffee is a thing of beauty. Come and be welcome." She extends her hand to pull her friend through. If allowed, she tugs Ryika into a brief hug once she is fully in the office, "Welcome to Rebma, Your Majesty." More softly, "Hi, Ryika. It is good to see you." Then she steps back a bit to let the other woman fully into the office.
The room appears to be a private audience chamber, which would situate it a ways down the hall from the grandiose throne room. The three tall windows are stained glass depictions of historical encounters with the Dolphins, the Sirens, and the Selkies, respectively. The day's light from the surface splashes those myriad jeweled colours onto the floor like an ornate carpet. The room is appointed with dignity, fit for graciously receiving small, stately company.
Small in number.. not stature. Necessarily.
That said, Merrisol is also here, dressed in a manner that is noticeably more opulent than his usual fashion.
Ryika steps in close and hugs with a smile. "Thank you. It is a delight to see you both, in official and unofficial capacities." She steps back, settling into the office more fully. "Hello Papa." She looks between the pair of them. "I feel as though I am underdressed for this meeting."
The colored lights from the windows add glitter and sparkle to the bronze gleam Maggie wears. She turns to smile at Merrisol, the warmth of her eyes deepening, warming, softening, in that way she has. Then, sobering, she turns back to Ryika, "You look beautiful as always, Ryika." Shifting again to formality, she begins, "Your Majesty, Queen Ryika of Banyan, it gives me great pleasure to introduce Her Majesty, Queen Moire of Rebma, recently woken and currently residing within the body of Lord Merrisol of House Morfelod, Warden of the Deep." Then, with the hope that it will stave off disbelief, she curtsies to both Queens.
Merrisol waits until the two ladies have embraced, then pauses with the barest flash of questioning glance to Maggie once the endearment has passed Ryika's lips. Recovering, he offers a slow nod to Ryika and immediately there is something else amiss. No lighting-up of the already bright eyes, no glad smile, no subtle anticipation of a hug for himself, nothing. And then Maggie speaks, and well... there you have it.
Ryika turns towards Merrisol as Maggie becomes more formal again and then a quirk of Ryika's head as she listens to the introduction provided. And a pause as she considers the gentleman that she teasingly calls her 'Papa' as being the vessel for the Queen. "Well now, that /is/ unexpected." She comments. "Your Majesty. More comes clear, to be honest. How did this come to pass?"
Maggie rises from the curtsy, then fades back to let the two monarchs speak. Back is not very far away, nor far from Merrisol's side. She has been practicing curbing her impulse to explain everything to greater or, notibly lesser, success.
"Ryika. I am quite pleased to meet you at last," says Moire. "There has been much to hear and read about you..." Although apparently precious little about this surrogate parental relationship. It had fazed her for but a moment, surely no more than Ry had been for Maggie's news. "And I am sorry you will have a hopefully decreased wait before you may greet your friend the Lord Warden. He is safe, his souls slumber, as far as that can be ascertained. His body remains unharmed by the possession, for it had been specifically fashioned for accepting a spirit from the royal bloodline of Lir." She pauses slightly before further revealing, "Mine was not the intended occupant; however conspiracy upon misadventure had made it so. I awoke from my near-death slumber to find some years had passed. My grandson Martin, newly wedded and guiding my realm and people as Regent."
"That pleasure is mutual." Ryika tips her head in acknowledgement and agreement. The tone and timbre and change in voice from Merrisol does assist in lending credence to the claims of royal possession. "I am glad to hear of his safety, I am certain you can guess of my fondess for the Lord Warden." Her own tone settles to more formal, polite rather than the easy familial warmth. "I can only imagine the surprise on many sides for this revelation." She smiles with a touch of self deprication. "If we have met in the past, I am afraid that it is lost to my many lost memories."
Maggie's expression faulters as the others speak of Kerf's slumbering safety. It isn't that she disbelieves. It is more that a quiet longing briefly dims the brightness of her eyes. She glides toward a small table partially hidden near one of the three stained glass windows, "Pardon me. Would either of you like something to drink? Or eat?"
Just so, the deep voice, while Merrisol's, conveys that regal cadence and some of the cool detachment present upon the usually expressive features. "It may be, for I gathered you were a pupil of Lady Enid at one point. It would not have been a formal introduction in court by House Ygrayne," she says gravely but without assigning judgement to that matter. Her gaze leaves Ryika's, dropping somewhat to follow Maggie's movement towards the side table. It lingers for perhaps a moment too long, then Moire is nodding and gesturing gracefully towards the ornately sculpted chaises. "...Yes Margaret, if you would please." She moves that way to sit. "Secrecy shrouds the circumstances, which began at the wedding dinner of the Lord Regent and Princess Consort. It was first borne of incredulity, then proceeded under inquiry, and finally, has been maintained as a matter of safety, for the culprits behind both the Warden's creation and my attempted assassination are yet to be brought to justice."
"I was her student at one point, yes." Ryika confirms as she moves over towards the chaises at the invitation of the Rebman Queen. The lack of presentation in court of her own self is met with only a little smile, hard to read. "Thank you Maggie. If there's coffee, I would be most grateful." She pauses a moment on the way to the chaise to lightly touch Maggie's arm, a little squeeze of understanding and support at that brief dimming of expression.
Maggie glances up as she feels Moire's gaze. For a moment, she meets that look, her smile softening and the spark returning to her eyes. Nodding, she reaches for one of the sippy bottles set on the table. Her free hand reaches up to gently squeeze Ryika's hand, her smile quick and warm. She nods, releasing Ryika's hand. Claiming two more of the bottles, she turns to follow the two women. Moire is given her wine frist as local Royalty. Then Maggie turns to offer Ryika her coffee. Maggie moves to a place at Moire's side, though she does not sit yet.
"I hope to speak with you later, my dear." Ryika murmurs quietly to Maggie at the brief encounter, clearly hoping for multiple sides to THIS story. As many as she might manage, truthfully. She accepts her sippy bottle of coffee, a requirement in Rebma and moves to settle upon the chaise after Moire has settled herself. "There is something utterly satisfying about the words 'my attempted assassination', that goes far beyond what one might expect." Ryika comments mildly, thoughtfully as she holds her coffee. "I can certainly appreciate and respect the need and desire for secrecy on the matter. I am, truthfully, pleasently surprised to be included amongst those in the know."
Moire receives her Siren-made glass, with a quiet smile up at Maggie, wherepon she adjusts her position on the seat ever so minutely in invitation for the Warden's wife to sit. Her regard on Ryika is agreeable though it takes more in than allows escape, intent on reading all of Ryika's personal nuances as she speaks. So far so good, it seems, as Moire inclines a thoughtful look at that last remark, and admits, "It was your unexpected letter addressed to Lord Merrisol which compelled this audience, of course, Ryika. From all I have learned of your perceptiveness, I thought it best to avoid pretense, even in a written reply. As you have mentioned, it would seem you already held some suspicions coming in." She swirls the wine idly for a second, then adds, "More than that, I take no pleasure in deceiving my fellow Rebmans, and have found it particularly distasteful to keep up the illusion of identity amongst Lord Merrisol's personal friends. And moreover, to require of them an oath to confidentiality, which to their credit, they have honoured despite conflicting loyalties. It is Lord Martin's opinion, and mine, that this burden should be lifted, despite the risks."
Maggie nods a smile to Ryika, accepting the invitation to speak later. When Moire scoots a bit, Maggie smiles again at the Queen and accepts the invitation to sit beside her. Turning to Ryika, she lifts her own bottle of wine and takes a sip. Listening, she draws in a long, slow breath and holds it some before releasing it and offering Ryika a sympathetic sort of smile, "You are dear to both Kerf and myself, Ryika. You've been with us for several adventures, though granted not recently. You have had other responsibilities with being Banyan's Queen and Uncle Corwin's wife." She slides another glance to Moire at that final piece of news. It is not entirely a surprise, though she is clearly not certain about that development.
Ryika considers that and nods. "I did know something was up when I did not receive a call from Merrisol, but rather an invitation to the palace. Amongst other clues that things had changed in my time away." She takes another sip of her coffee. "There might be more clues in the bigger picture as it becomes more widely known as well. To control, to the degree one can, the release of the information can be a powerful thing." She flickers a smile to Maggie. "My own affairs have been the forefront of my time away, I am attempting to find a balance between those demands, as well as the demands of Banyan." She chuckles softly. "Seeing my husband now and then is, admittedly, an added bonus."
Sipping her wine from the clear glass cover with its innovated filter, Moire looks slowly between Maggie and Ryika, listening in a silence finely vibrating with a subtle tension. "His position as Chancellor to the Throne of Amber would have equal bearing. With regards to the present circumstances, I would think it at the forefront of concerns." She regards Ryika. "You would, naturally, wish for Corwin to be apprised of this situation, would you not."
"It was my plan to leave that up to your preference. I would prefer to have the opportunity to speak with Corwin on the matter, yes, but much as others of Rebma are capable of discretion even in the face of conflicting loyalties, I too am capable of such. Do you wish for me to keep this from him?" Ryika asks, simply enough as she sips from her coffee.
Moire pauses a hint, then pauses again in consideration of the question, eyes shying from their cool study for the moment. "I.. do not," she says slowly, resuming her calm regard. "Suffice to say, Prince Corwin has of late done good for the realms, at no small risk to his standing in Amber palace politics. Although we shall seek to be our own agents of revelation to the public, it would seem consideration is owed your husband, Ryika." Merri's lips barely curve, but there is a smile in there. Might there even be a glimmer of amusement? "In which manner to relay this, is the question."
Toying with her bottle, Maggie listens while she watches the colored lights play with the liquid held within the glass. She nods once or twice as Ryika and Moire speak together. Each is favored with a small, sympathetic smile from time to time. Finally, as Moire grants Ryika permission to bring Corwin in on the situation, Maggie's attention focuses entirely on her friend.
"I have been accused of bias when it comes to Prince Corwin, and I cannot say that those accusations are entirely unfounded. I see and know a somewhat different side of him than many." Ryika tips her head in a slow nod at the acknowledgement of Moire's willingness to permit Corwin to also know. "I had planned on simply telling him, rather than employ any undue theatrics in the unveiling. I am reasonably confident it will not be the most unusual revelation that has come up in our evening conversations over drinks."
Whatever glimmer of something there might have been snuffs into nothing at some point. Moire appears to accept this with noncommittal grace, gesturing with her glass. "I shall leave you to it, then, and make preparations for an announcement from the Rebman Throne." And the matter is settled.
Maggie keeps her lips tightly closed over something or other. The potential for misstep in this particular conversation is staggering and she does not want to cause any of the dear, beloved souls she is sitting with any grief or annoyance. A slow blush tinges her cheeks, though she tries to keep it under control. Another sip of wine helps. "Would either of you like something to nibble on? There are small plates available." With Rebman delicacies befitting the discussion, probably.
"I am curious as to Martin's thoughts on your return." Ryika notes thoughtfully. "A snack would be lovely, thank you Maggie. I left before breakfast, and I've gotten into a terrible habit of eating in the mornings."
"Please, allow me," says Moire, rising before Maggie can. "As old friends, you should take an opportunity to catch up." And she sedately walks away to the other side of the room where the refreshments sit covered.
Maggie smiles at Moire, "Thank you." She does watch Merrisol's bespangled self walk so gracefully across the room. Her expression is complicated though she blinks and looks back before the various emotions can be sorted. Smiling at Ryika, she lifts her wine bottle in a slow salute, "Welcome back, Ryika. As you can see, things have been busy." Taking a sip, she considers the final question, "Martin. Well... He is delighted to have Moire back. She is his grandmother and he loves her dearly. But he also misses Kerf. But more than that? You will have to ask him. But... How are you?"
"Yes. I can imagine, on both of those points." Ryika nods quietly, glancing down thoughtfully to the glass container that holds her coffee. "Things /have/ been busy in Rebma while I've been gone, indeed. Even discounting this revelation, things have been busy down here. I tried to keep up even a little, but I've missed so much. Which was what I'd hoped to sit and catch up with Merri about." She takes a slow breath and there's a smile. "I am well, all in all. I've been in Alhambra, working on some personal projects there." She pauses, a thoughtful moment and then nods slowly. "They needed a step back, however, before they consumed me entirely. A better balance."
Maggie says, "Balance." Her gaze remains focused though there is a hitch of a laugh in her tone, albeit soft and faint, "A good thing to strive for. I wish you luck there." Taking a sip, she tilts her head slightly, Oh? Personal projects? Sounds interesting. Please let us know if there is anything that we can help with." Leaning back a bit, she consigers, "As for here? Well... We are working on figuring out Tir's pattern problem and how mirror magic is entwined with Rebma. I thought that Aunt Vi was going to fill you in on some of that. She mentioned you and Lady Enid. Let's see. Then there is all of this with Moire and Kerf. It can get difficult to keep everything straight and my memory has been kind of crappy lately.""
"Vialle is on my list of people to catch up with sooner rather than later. We've caught up once, but you are not the only one with memory challenges." There's a wry twist of Ryika's smile at the mention of memory issues. "Well, some of my personal projects have been very political, and some.. very personal. That one is still simmering, I don't yet quite know what to think." She glances to Maggie and comments with a hint of ruefulness. "I expect you can relate fairly well to how it feels when things from your forgotten past pop back up in your life."
Maggie nods, her own wry smile meeting Ryika's. The smile fades as she listens, "I won't ask about the political stuff. My politics is too muddled right now and... Well, my mind does not turn that way. I might not be of any use there at all. Heck, I might offer advice that seems good to me, but be catestrophic if followed. Sometimes, I don't understand why Kerf, Moire and Martin put up with me." She offers a rather more than fond look over to the Queen over there. Looking back, she does nod quickly, "Yes. Having the forgotten past pop up is... startling and disorienting. Is it anything you want to talk about?"
"I'm not ashamed to say that I am often a fan of politics, but it can easily take over every last bit of your life and attention, and I have other things in my life as well." Ryika takes a sip from her coffee as she settles the container in her lap again, thoughtful. Her voice is quiet as she continues, not specifically trying to keep the Queen from listening in, but at least making it more of a challenge to do so. "All the more startling and disorienting when memories come with visions, and now grown children who had been forgotten."
Maggie nods, "Well... It is fascenating to watch. I just don't have much of a head for it. Every option often seems to bring someone pain. I really don't like to do that." She notes the lowered voice and leans closer to make the communication that much easier, "Oh... Ryika. First, are you okay?" Her concern for her friend is palpable. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"
"I am fine. Still processing, truthfully, it's a very new revelation." Ryika smiles a touch. "One that I can't quite settle on delighted, or terrified, or skeptical or all of the above, all at the same time. I have new respect for the Elders who seem to end up with these sorts of conversations on a far more regular basis than I do, or should."
Maggie nods slowly, one hand reaching out to touch Ryika's hand gently in support, "I presume you have spoken with the child? Are you certain of the relationship?" Her eyes remain focused on Ryika now, voice soft and encouraging, "What is the person like?"
Moire saves anyone the trouble of modulating their tone further by returning at that moment with a tray of seaweed biscuits, and gel-lacquered dainties and pastry puffs. "There we are," she says, setting it down. Merri manages to look almost proper-Grandmotherly at this moment, pushing the treats on the two chattering youngsters, whilst feigning disinterest in their jibber-jabber.
"How delightful, thank you." Ryika looks up as Moire returns with treats and tasties. She's taken Maggie's hand, giving it a squeeze. There's a breath and then a nod as the conversation continues. "He's also an amnesiac, and we've known each other for some time now. He called me, not because he knew, but because he'd finally found his childhood home, and a mirror within and knew of my skills with mirrors. Once I arrived, then things started clicking into place for both of us. At least somewhat. More questions than answers, as always."
Maggie looks up as Moire returns with the tray. Spotting two of her favorites in the selections, she gives Moire one of those truly delighted smiles, "Thank you." Her tone is gentle and warm, edged 'round with tinges of deeper emotions. The conversation brings her back and Maggie nods soberly to Ryika, "May I ask who he is? If you would rather hold onto that for now, I understand. I won't address him about it until you give the go-ahead. Or... I mean... Unless it comes up. And then only to the degree you allow." Cause. Loyalties. "I don't suppose that you have discovered the father?" Which brings up, "Have you spoken with Uncle Corwin about it?"
Moire browraises slightly as she straightens, then says judiciously, "I am afraid I must depart for now. If I do not return in time for your departure, I will say my goodbyes now. I thank you for your visit, Ryika, Queen of Banyan, and for your gracious understanding and discretion." She takes her leave after a nod to Maggie, a guard in the hall closing the door after her.
Nearby, Moire takes them outside the throne room to a long and many-windowed gallery that connects the main wing to the western wing of the palace. Several of the deep open arches, which overlook the city sprawl to the south, are built with seating and a stone ledge upon which to place reading materials or a small meal. "You look well, Shao-san," says the Queen as she gestures to one of those window settings, going to it in order to gaze at the view.
Nearby, Shao is eating from a varech loaf with appetite, even though his apperant mood is rather on the stern and draconian side of the emotional spectrum. "I must thank you for this, Your Royal Highness. Your firm direction made me better than I was." He follows the Queen like the trained shadow he was trained to be over the last month. Looking at the window, he sees not the scenary behind it but Moire's vessel, his friend Merrisol. "Madam, as foreseen, Dame Celeste contacted me. She states you have an ally in her and told me she wishes to help. She seems to know more about the black mold than we do."
Nearby, Moire turns away from the view, brows slightly knit over the report. "Celeste D'Mandrake spoke of me specifically?" she asks, seeking some crystal clarification of tems there. "Does she know I have awoken from my death slumber, or does she speake of the Queen-As-Was?"
Nearby, Shao joins his hands behind his back, putting the sea jerky out of sight and out of mind. "She asked where the Queen is. I told Dame Celeste you are in a slumber. She said Prince Regent Martin was the one who poisoned you. When I asked for proof, she did not offer one." He has a subtle pouting of his lips, the tip of the iceberg of judgement at his lack of carrying this part of his duty. "She asked what I knew and I told her about the black mold. She knows who uses the black mold, it is not the first time it was spread, Madam. Dame Celeste wants to see the Queen, to help her, she said. I told Celeste I would try and make it happen, to wait a couple of days."
Nearby, Moire is quiet while listening, and for a minute after. During this time it could very well be just Merrisol lost in thought. Finally, Moire gazes at Shao in her coolly Moire-ish way, and says, "The former Dragon-General is possessed of a much-storied past, such that even the Queen of Rebma might feel familiar with a summary of her life of adventure and war-bringing. Her relationship with the Elder Royals is complex, but believed fiercely loyal at its core. She has been a friend to Lord Martin in his early years upon the Deep Throne, it is true, even contributing to the Rebman Mandrake Hospital and bringing many supplies during the preparation for war with Banyan. What is your impression of Celeste D'Mandrake, Shao-san?"
Nearby, Shao respects the long silence with one of his own, breaking eye contact to contemplate his own memories and thoughts. When addressed, he rejoins with his surroundings like someone walking into the next room, like crossing a threshold. Not that it improves his mood. "I was told she survived a long long time. Dame Celeste is a dragon, first. Dragons look after their own interests, so do survivors. She recently gave her role as head of Mandrake to take a place closer to the Crown of Amber, which tells me it matters to her how Amber is ruled, a desire to keep things together. She is a healer, a mender, therefore her mind works in alignement with Order, not Chaos. She can be trusted to do what she believes is best, only I cannot say what that is." Shao's gaze locks with Merrisol's, scrying for a trace of him in there and finding none, Shao smacks his lips and breaks the staring too look down. "Dame Celeste asked to see your sleeping body, asked for it three times. Even though I trust her, I would advise to take precautions against her. Let her come in with the new Dragon General and use him for leverage. Even a dragon cannot survive the weight of the sea."
Moire and Shao are engaged in discussion, in the gallery corridor joining the west wing of the Palace to the central building, standing within one of the deep window arches overlooking the city sprawl to the south.
Nearby, Merrisol nods slowly a few times throughout Shao's take on the moral character of Celeste. She doesn't seem to react much to the rather harsh proposal for Chase. Surely that was only a joke. "It is strange that she believes you have this access to the Tomb that you could bring her there, in lieu of going through ambassadorial channels," she says after another bout of thinking. "We know the reason she does not speak to Martin of it. Her knowledge appears to be the same as Lord Jhavid's. A certainty that my grandson is implicated in my attempted assassination, yet unable to produce evidence when asked. In any case, no visit can be made without Martin's knowledge," she concludes simply.
Nearby, Shao listens to Merrisol in silence, agreeing with a nod in the end. The same mask of gravity rides his face, unchanged by what was said. "What is it that you wish, Madam? Do you want to risk Dame Celeste in the Tomb, if there is a chance she could cure you? If so, there are ways to get things done. If not, I will let Dame Celeste know she is on her own on that mission of hers."
Nearby, Moire gazes at him with obvious curiosity. "What ways do you propose for accessing the living tomb. Are you aware of its location?"
Nearby, Shao shifts uneasily under Moire's inquisition and his certainty is replaced by a frown. He steals a bite from the block of algae he was keeping at his back then rejoins his hands like they were before. "I was hoping would trust me with it. You have Captain Flame's loyalty and I am bound by oath to her, after all... how best can I protect you? Keeping you in this husk or helping you back in your home?"
A little ways beyond the throne room proper, Moire and Shao are engaged in discussion in the gallery corridor joining the west wing of the Palace to the central building. They are standing within one of the deep window arches overlooking the city sprawl to the south.
Miriam has apparently fully embraced the suggestion of local attendants. Two young women are with her now, both from strong noble families. They're in the midst of a discussion that includes some quiet laughter when she spots Moire and Shao further down the corridor. She pauses to finish whatever's being said, then excuses them before continuing towards them.
Nearby, Moire's expression fades back to impassivitiy, though she shakes her head. "Of course, you have my personal trust, Shao-san. Margaret has my personal trust. As Rebma's Queen, however, there are duties which are not to be affected by personal feeling. One of these is the absolute protection of the deep secrets of the realm. Where the tomb is, none shall tread before undergoing scrutiny by those charged with the sacred trust. Celeste, as former head of a Great House, should understand sworn duty." She changes tracks abruptly, "Do you then believe Martin to be complicit in the black mold scheme, on Celeste's say-so?"
Ryika walks with Maggie, the pair of them having gotten to conversation that includes laughter. "Now you're going to test my fruit knowledge, are you?" Clearly it also includes odd conversational topics. "Purple, and squishy. Quite sweet, with a stone in the middle. Except in Banyan, but that's a mantra of my life.. such and such.. except in Banyan."
Maggie walks with Ryika, her attention turned mostly to her, "Hmmm. Nope. Sorry. It isn't ringing a bell. Mangos? Yes. Bananas? For sure. Papaya? Absolutely. But these plums? Mmmm. Nope. And why except in Banyan?" Lifting her gaze, she spots Miriam and waves, then follows the Tir Princess' focus to Merrisol and Shao. "Ah, there we go. That? That is Shao-san."
Nearby, Shao notices Miriam approaching from the corner of his eye. He turns to face Miriam partly, giving the Princess a nod and a smile. "Madam, I have no proof. Prince Martin is a mystery to me, for I never was close with him. If Martin did have a part in it, nothing he did or say gave me any hint of it."
Nearby, Moire nods to acknowledge that their spot has been found out by various acquaintances. There's really only time to say a few words. "My grandson is innocent of the crime claimed by these hideous rumours being whispered in Amber," she says flatly. "Let us proceed with this belief, if nothing else is clear."
Moire's attitude seems to be reaching a steam point, that is, as much as high emotion can even be generated by the monarch. "...these hideous rumours being whispered in Amber," she says flatly. "Let us proceed with this belief, if nothing else is clear." Then she too turns to look towards Miriam, offering her a smile after a moment. "Good Eventide, Miriam."
Miriam smiles to the pair as she nears enough for conversation. Maggie and Ryika are given smiles as well, along with waves. "Good eventide, your Majesty. Shao-san." she says, quietly enough to exclude others.
Ryika nods politely to Miriam, with a smile and a little wave. She pauses, not quite approaching various conversations that are quite clearly not open. She follows Maggie's indication of who, exactly, Shao-san is and lets her attention settle upon the Penglai man, assessingly. "Ah. I see. I've no desire to intrude upon their conversation."
Maggie returns Miriam's smile but holds back with Ryika for a bit. Nodding, she Moire and Shao for a bit, assessing how they handle the addition of Miriam before she replies, "Maybe we should see if Corwin and Martin are around. A trip for burgers might, or might not be possible. Depending on how things pan out. That does look... Serious."
Moire takes note of Miriam's circumspect response, and her gaze strays further down the gallery. "It is fine. Queen Ryika has been informed and is aware," she tells the Princess, and follows up with a beckoning wave of her hand to the other ladies. She looks back towards Shao, considering him. "I will explain further, Shao-san," she says more quietly, her voice solemn.
When Moire lets her know that Ryika has been included, Miriam nods and then looks again to the pair with a smile. She's quiet for the moment.
"As I know Corwin has other plans this evening, I suspect he is unlikey to join us on a food run." Ryika comments with a little shake of her head to Maggie. "I probably should be headed back to Amber myself, truth be told. I am still attempting to resettle myself in the city. It is almost as if I'm brand new all over again, except this time with somewhere to stay and friends to be found and caught up with. Still, more I don't know than what I do."
Maggie nods to Ryika, "Well... We can plan it for another time, really. It isn't going anywhere and there will be loads of times when a break would be nice in the future. Though please don't be a stranger, Ryika. Okay?" Her smile turns a little quiet, a little introspective. "But if you have to go, come and say farewell to Moire and Miriam." She turns that way in time to see Shao make his exit. The smile fails a bit, "Ah, well. You'll have to meet Shao-san another time too. He is a busy man." Moving forward, she leads the way to the others. "Good evening, both of you."
Moire watches Shao make his hasty exit, frowning faintly. She turns back to view the others as they approach, then, and it's plain to those who know the subtle cues of the Merri-face that there has been some manner of emotional strain inflicted. "Margaret. Ryika. I apologize for cutting short our audience," offers the Queen.
Miriam watches Shao go as well, looking briefly puzzled. She looks back to the others then, and says "Good evening, Maggie. It's good t'see you, your Majesty." she says then to Ryika.
"Good evening." Ryika greets Miriam now that details of who knows what have been settled. "It is no trouble at all, your Majesty." Ryika assures Moire. "I won't be a stranger, I promise. I look forward to catching up a bit more on all that has transpired in Rebma in my time away. Maggie, don't hesitate to call." She smiles and nods. "Good night, and bright stars to you all." And then, she takes her leave. The palace is familiar to her, she hardly needs an escort to keep her from getting lost.
Maggie waves to Ryika as she makes her way out. Turning back to Miriam and Moire, Maggie nods. Her voice remains low, "It is okay, Moire. Things happen and duty calls. Happens to all of us in one way or another." She watches Moire more than Miriam, then offers, "Is... everything okay?" The answer, she well knows, is no. But the verbalized reply might tell her much.
The image of Maggie is seated on a bench in a darkened booth somewhere nondiscript and dim, "Hi." She sounds okay. Just a little fuzzy around the edges, "You okay?"
To the image of Maggie, Moire smiles at the face in her mind, wandering a fairly non-descript ship's cabin that turns out to be Merri's old quarters, now an office. "I am, Margaret. Shao-san reported hearing Martin accused, from another. I became angry before long. That is all."
The image of Maggie nods, her relief palpable through the connection, "Ah, okay. That is understandable. I can't even imagine a scenario where Martin would do such a thing." She falls briefly silent, then adds, "Are you up for some company? Or would you prefer to have some quiet time?"
To the image of Maggie, The monarch is silent also, before deciding, "I used the card of our cabin for I knew you were not there. I came here to be alone for a time, Margaret." She hesitates, "How do you fare? That is the Grotto, is it not."
The image of Maggie nods, "You are entitled to alone time, Moire. Enjoy it." Shifting, she nods, "It is. Miriam wanted to talk. To probe that very question, as it happens." Her smile is wry, but warm, "I'm fine, Moire. Please do not worry about me. Stay the night up there, if you want to. The stars should be beautiful and some of the crew have put together a string quartet. I'll stay in the oyster suite tonight."
To the image of Maggie, Moire sighs as she hears that. "It is definitely the time to put that question in the Past. Martin and I will hold Court in a few days, to make known my return at last," she says decisively, beginning to pace again. "For now, I shall attempt to clear my mind. I will return to Rebma after this."
The image of Maggie nods from where she sits, "Okay. Take whatever time you need. If you want them to, Mr. Anderson can take the Dancer on a slow tour of the Triangle. Anyway. I am going to go get some sleep. You have my trump, Moire. Please call if you need me. I won't disturb you otherwise. There is nothing more annoying than having someone ping at you while you are trying to think. Sleep well."
The image of Maggie whispers, "Rest well, dear heart." She closes her eyes, breaking the connection gently.
Message 92 Date Received: Mon May 8 07:50:48 2017
From: Ryika
To: Merrisol
Subject: IC note
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Written on actual paper, sent via a collection of servants who have nothing better to do than hunt Merri down.
Dearest Papa.
I'm given to understand you're not accepting trump calls at the moment, and the mirrors aren't always playing nice, so I am reduced to writing you a letter. Quaint and delightful as it might be. I have finally returned to Amber, and would love to sit and enjoy a drink to catch up on what's been going on in Amber and Rebma and Tir. I am accepting trump calls, if you are so inclined, or other means of contact. Send my love to your delightful wife, and much love to you. I hope you are well. - Ryika
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To: Ryika
Cc: Martin
Subject: The Honour of Your Presence
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....is requested at the Palace of Rebma, in a private audience with the Crown. Arrangements of date and time to be discussed between chief adjutants for mutual convenience. Personal conveyance is offered at this time as suits our dear, knighted friend Ryika, the Queen of Banyan.
(This is sent back, in lieu of the more typical personal letter from Merrisol.)
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Moire has returned from Tir, Amber, Shadow, and wherever else they've been jaunting lately. Whew. It is mentally, emotionally exhausting being part of Martin's posse. Entering the throne room, she looks over at the dais and the elaborate coral chair. Grumble.
Since Moire's return Martin has only sat there if he absolutely had to for official reasons. He looks a little concerned about something as he goes over a report being given via mirror.
While walking sedately towards Martin, the Queen surveys the deserted hall and noble galleria, all cleaned, buffed, and ready for the next session of high court. It's not easy, considering Merri's limbs, to pace her arrival for when the conference via mirror is concluded, but she has gotten better at the Morfilod Mosey. "Grandson. What troubles you."
Martin smiles when he sees her but it's not one of his ear to ear smiles. "House Ygrayne being twitchy as usual. They are trying to use breeding space that belongs to House Daffyd. House Daffyd wasn't using them, Ygrayne claims to have permission from a hundred years ago and now I have to mediate a dispute tomorrow. Did you get my message about Corwin and Ryika?" He asks with gesture to follow him. They move out of general earshot.
Moire walks just to one side, moving with him. "I did. You and Lord Merrisol both think highly of her, and so I shall not even try to keep up pretenses during her visit. Once Ryika is aware, it is her right to inform Prince Corwin, though she may have other ideas." She thinks on the other matter between the Houses. "House Bauquemare manages border claims, and may be able to shed some light on the matter. The Daffyds were granted their lands centuries ago, but certainly not more than a millenium. Miscommunication during this fledgling period would be likely." In other words, good luck with that bureaucratic mess, kid.
Martin grumbles. "Ygrayne sure likes to poke things and say its theirs." He nods, "The Daffyds have a legitimate complaint but I will speak to the house Lord of Baquemare in the morning." He pauses for a moment and nods. "Alright. I recommend we let Corwin in. When we announce this situation in the next Court I think we should first make sure that at least Corwin is aware. Politically, it seems like the best idea. Then Amber cannot bitch and moan they didn't know. Even though they will anyway. Do you think it's a good idea?"
Moire nods slowly, once. "There was no call to announce the return of the Queen of Rebma until certain conditions were met. Until it could be confirmed beyond a doubt by trusted experts. Until it could be assured the manner of my possession was not an offence against the Sea's natural law." She notes, "While my vessel remains vulnerable to mystical attack, there is a risk to making these things widely known, in Rebma as well as Amber. It is one we shall accept, so that all realms may move forward. Yes, this is best." She smiles faintly to herself.
Martin smiles, grateful for the clear words and decision. At least, he hopes he got it right. "Then so shall it be. Only those who need to know. That was my immediate fear. We shall wait to announce and make it widely known."
Maggie is clearly somewhere in Rebma, judging by the way her braide floats in and out of view. As the connection is made, Maggie's smile and eyes warm, "Good morning, Your Majesty." While her tone remains as warm as her expression, the wording stays formal. "It is my great pleasure to formally invite you to Rebma to speak with the Crown. If you are ready, then I would be delightted to bring you through now. If you wish time to prepare, please trump me when you can come through." There is a brief pause before she adds, "Do you have my trump?"
Maggie can't stifle the grin, "Good coffee is a thing of beauty. Come and be welcome." She extends her hand to pull her friend through. If allowed, she tugs Ryika into a brief hug once she is fully in the office, "Welcome to Rebma, Your Majesty." More softly, "Hi, Ryika. It is good to see you." Then she steps back a bit to let the other woman fully into the office.
The room appears to be a private audience chamber, which would situate it a ways down the hall from the grandiose throne room. The three tall windows are stained glass depictions of historical encounters with the Dolphins, the Sirens, and the Selkies, respectively. The day's light from the surface splashes those myriad jeweled colours onto the floor like an ornate carpet. The room is appointed with dignity, fit for graciously receiving small, stately company.
Small in number.. not stature. Necessarily.
That said, Merrisol is also here, dressed in a manner that is noticeably more opulent than his usual fashion.
Ryika steps in close and hugs with a smile. "Thank you. It is a delight to see you both, in official and unofficial capacities." She steps back, settling into the office more fully. "Hello Papa." She looks between the pair of them. "I feel as though I am underdressed for this meeting."
The colored lights from the windows add glitter and sparkle to the bronze gleam Maggie wears. She turns to smile at Merrisol, the warmth of her eyes deepening, warming, softening, in that way she has. Then, sobering, she turns back to Ryika, "You look beautiful as always, Ryika." Shifting again to formality, she begins, "Your Majesty, Queen Ryika of Banyan, it gives me great pleasure to introduce Her Majesty, Queen Moire of Rebma, recently woken and currently residing within the body of Lord Merrisol of House Morfelod, Warden of the Deep." Then, with the hope that it will stave off disbelief, she curtsies to both Queens.
Merrisol waits until the two ladies have embraced, then pauses with the barest flash of questioning glance to Maggie once the endearment has passed Ryika's lips. Recovering, he offers a slow nod to Ryika and immediately there is something else amiss. No lighting-up of the already bright eyes, no glad smile, no subtle anticipation of a hug for himself, nothing. And then Maggie speaks, and well... there you have it.
Ryika turns towards Merrisol as Maggie becomes more formal again and then a quirk of Ryika's head as she listens to the introduction provided. And a pause as she considers the gentleman that she teasingly calls her 'Papa' as being the vessel for the Queen. "Well now, that /is/ unexpected." She comments. "Your Majesty. More comes clear, to be honest. How did this come to pass?"
Maggie rises from the curtsy, then fades back to let the two monarchs speak. Back is not very far away, nor far from Merrisol's side. She has been practicing curbing her impulse to explain everything to greater or, notibly lesser, success.
"Ryika. I am quite pleased to meet you at last," says Moire. "There has been much to hear and read about you..." Although apparently precious little about this surrogate parental relationship. It had fazed her for but a moment, surely no more than Ry had been for Maggie's news. "And I am sorry you will have a hopefully decreased wait before you may greet your friend the Lord Warden. He is safe, his souls slumber, as far as that can be ascertained. His body remains unharmed by the possession, for it had been specifically fashioned for accepting a spirit from the royal bloodline of Lir." She pauses slightly before further revealing, "Mine was not the intended occupant; however conspiracy upon misadventure had made it so. I awoke from my near-death slumber to find some years had passed. My grandson Martin, newly wedded and guiding my realm and people as Regent."
"That pleasure is mutual." Ryika tips her head in acknowledgement and agreement. The tone and timbre and change in voice from Merrisol does assist in lending credence to the claims of royal possession. "I am glad to hear of his safety, I am certain you can guess of my fondess for the Lord Warden." Her own tone settles to more formal, polite rather than the easy familial warmth. "I can only imagine the surprise on many sides for this revelation." She smiles with a touch of self deprication. "If we have met in the past, I am afraid that it is lost to my many lost memories."
Maggie's expression faulters as the others speak of Kerf's slumbering safety. It isn't that she disbelieves. It is more that a quiet longing briefly dims the brightness of her eyes. She glides toward a small table partially hidden near one of the three stained glass windows, "Pardon me. Would either of you like something to drink? Or eat?"
Just so, the deep voice, while Merrisol's, conveys that regal cadence and some of the cool detachment present upon the usually expressive features. "It may be, for I gathered you were a pupil of Lady Enid at one point. It would not have been a formal introduction in court by House Ygrayne," she says gravely but without assigning judgement to that matter. Her gaze leaves Ryika's, dropping somewhat to follow Maggie's movement towards the side table. It lingers for perhaps a moment too long, then Moire is nodding and gesturing gracefully towards the ornately sculpted chaises. "...Yes Margaret, if you would please." She moves that way to sit. "Secrecy shrouds the circumstances, which began at the wedding dinner of the Lord Regent and Princess Consort. It was first borne of incredulity, then proceeded under inquiry, and finally, has been maintained as a matter of safety, for the culprits behind both the Warden's creation and my attempted assassination are yet to be brought to justice."
"I was her student at one point, yes." Ryika confirms as she moves over towards the chaises at the invitation of the Rebman Queen. The lack of presentation in court of her own self is met with only a little smile, hard to read. "Thank you Maggie. If there's coffee, I would be most grateful." She pauses a moment on the way to the chaise to lightly touch Maggie's arm, a little squeeze of understanding and support at that brief dimming of expression.
Maggie glances up as she feels Moire's gaze. For a moment, she meets that look, her smile softening and the spark returning to her eyes. Nodding, she reaches for one of the sippy bottles set on the table. Her free hand reaches up to gently squeeze Ryika's hand, her smile quick and warm. She nods, releasing Ryika's hand. Claiming two more of the bottles, she turns to follow the two women. Moire is given her wine frist as local Royalty. Then Maggie turns to offer Ryika her coffee. Maggie moves to a place at Moire's side, though she does not sit yet.
"I hope to speak with you later, my dear." Ryika murmurs quietly to Maggie at the brief encounter, clearly hoping for multiple sides to THIS story. As many as she might manage, truthfully. She accepts her sippy bottle of coffee, a requirement in Rebma and moves to settle upon the chaise after Moire has settled herself. "There is something utterly satisfying about the words 'my attempted assassination', that goes far beyond what one might expect." Ryika comments mildly, thoughtfully as she holds her coffee. "I can certainly appreciate and respect the need and desire for secrecy on the matter. I am, truthfully, pleasently surprised to be included amongst those in the know."
Moire receives her Siren-made glass, with a quiet smile up at Maggie, wherepon she adjusts her position on the seat ever so minutely in invitation for the Warden's wife to sit. Her regard on Ryika is agreeable though it takes more in than allows escape, intent on reading all of Ryika's personal nuances as she speaks. So far so good, it seems, as Moire inclines a thoughtful look at that last remark, and admits, "It was your unexpected letter addressed to Lord Merrisol which compelled this audience, of course, Ryika. From all I have learned of your perceptiveness, I thought it best to avoid pretense, even in a written reply. As you have mentioned, it would seem you already held some suspicions coming in." She swirls the wine idly for a second, then adds, "More than that, I take no pleasure in deceiving my fellow Rebmans, and have found it particularly distasteful to keep up the illusion of identity amongst Lord Merrisol's personal friends. And moreover, to require of them an oath to confidentiality, which to their credit, they have honoured despite conflicting loyalties. It is Lord Martin's opinion, and mine, that this burden should be lifted, despite the risks."
Maggie nods a smile to Ryika, accepting the invitation to speak later. When Moire scoots a bit, Maggie smiles again at the Queen and accepts the invitation to sit beside her. Turning to Ryika, she lifts her own bottle of wine and takes a sip. Listening, she draws in a long, slow breath and holds it some before releasing it and offering Ryika a sympathetic sort of smile, "You are dear to both Kerf and myself, Ryika. You've been with us for several adventures, though granted not recently. You have had other responsibilities with being Banyan's Queen and Uncle Corwin's wife." She slides another glance to Moire at that final piece of news. It is not entirely a surprise, though she is clearly not certain about that development.
Ryika considers that and nods. "I did know something was up when I did not receive a call from Merrisol, but rather an invitation to the palace. Amongst other clues that things had changed in my time away." She takes another sip of her coffee. "There might be more clues in the bigger picture as it becomes more widely known as well. To control, to the degree one can, the release of the information can be a powerful thing." She flickers a smile to Maggie. "My own affairs have been the forefront of my time away, I am attempting to find a balance between those demands, as well as the demands of Banyan." She chuckles softly. "Seeing my husband now and then is, admittedly, an added bonus."
Sipping her wine from the clear glass cover with its innovated filter, Moire looks slowly between Maggie and Ryika, listening in a silence finely vibrating with a subtle tension. "His position as Chancellor to the Throne of Amber would have equal bearing. With regards to the present circumstances, I would think it at the forefront of concerns." She regards Ryika. "You would, naturally, wish for Corwin to be apprised of this situation, would you not."
"It was my plan to leave that up to your preference. I would prefer to have the opportunity to speak with Corwin on the matter, yes, but much as others of Rebma are capable of discretion even in the face of conflicting loyalties, I too am capable of such. Do you wish for me to keep this from him?" Ryika asks, simply enough as she sips from her coffee.
Moire pauses a hint, then pauses again in consideration of the question, eyes shying from their cool study for the moment. "I.. do not," she says slowly, resuming her calm regard. "Suffice to say, Prince Corwin has of late done good for the realms, at no small risk to his standing in Amber palace politics. Although we shall seek to be our own agents of revelation to the public, it would seem consideration is owed your husband, Ryika." Merri's lips barely curve, but there is a smile in there. Might there even be a glimmer of amusement? "In which manner to relay this, is the question."
Toying with her bottle, Maggie listens while she watches the colored lights play with the liquid held within the glass. She nods once or twice as Ryika and Moire speak together. Each is favored with a small, sympathetic smile from time to time. Finally, as Moire grants Ryika permission to bring Corwin in on the situation, Maggie's attention focuses entirely on her friend.
"I have been accused of bias when it comes to Prince Corwin, and I cannot say that those accusations are entirely unfounded. I see and know a somewhat different side of him than many." Ryika tips her head in a slow nod at the acknowledgement of Moire's willingness to permit Corwin to also know. "I had planned on simply telling him, rather than employ any undue theatrics in the unveiling. I am reasonably confident it will not be the most unusual revelation that has come up in our evening conversations over drinks."
Whatever glimmer of something there might have been snuffs into nothing at some point. Moire appears to accept this with noncommittal grace, gesturing with her glass. "I shall leave you to it, then, and make preparations for an announcement from the Rebman Throne." And the matter is settled.
Maggie keeps her lips tightly closed over something or other. The potential for misstep in this particular conversation is staggering and she does not want to cause any of the dear, beloved souls she is sitting with any grief or annoyance. A slow blush tinges her cheeks, though she tries to keep it under control. Another sip of wine helps. "Would either of you like something to nibble on? There are small plates available." With Rebman delicacies befitting the discussion, probably.
"I am curious as to Martin's thoughts on your return." Ryika notes thoughtfully. "A snack would be lovely, thank you Maggie. I left before breakfast, and I've gotten into a terrible habit of eating in the mornings."
"Please, allow me," says Moire, rising before Maggie can. "As old friends, you should take an opportunity to catch up." And she sedately walks away to the other side of the room where the refreshments sit covered.
Maggie smiles at Moire, "Thank you." She does watch Merrisol's bespangled self walk so gracefully across the room. Her expression is complicated though she blinks and looks back before the various emotions can be sorted. Smiling at Ryika, she lifts her wine bottle in a slow salute, "Welcome back, Ryika. As you can see, things have been busy." Taking a sip, she considers the final question, "Martin. Well... He is delighted to have Moire back. She is his grandmother and he loves her dearly. But he also misses Kerf. But more than that? You will have to ask him. But... How are you?"
"Yes. I can imagine, on both of those points." Ryika nods quietly, glancing down thoughtfully to the glass container that holds her coffee. "Things /have/ been busy in Rebma while I've been gone, indeed. Even discounting this revelation, things have been busy down here. I tried to keep up even a little, but I've missed so much. Which was what I'd hoped to sit and catch up with Merri about." She takes a slow breath and there's a smile. "I am well, all in all. I've been in Alhambra, working on some personal projects there." She pauses, a thoughtful moment and then nods slowly. "They needed a step back, however, before they consumed me entirely. A better balance."
Maggie says, "Balance." Her gaze remains focused though there is a hitch of a laugh in her tone, albeit soft and faint, "A good thing to strive for. I wish you luck there." Taking a sip, she tilts her head slightly, Oh? Personal projects? Sounds interesting. Please let us know if there is anything that we can help with." Leaning back a bit, she consigers, "As for here? Well... We are working on figuring out Tir's pattern problem and how mirror magic is entwined with Rebma. I thought that Aunt Vi was going to fill you in on some of that. She mentioned you and Lady Enid. Let's see. Then there is all of this with Moire and Kerf. It can get difficult to keep everything straight and my memory has been kind of crappy lately.""
"Vialle is on my list of people to catch up with sooner rather than later. We've caught up once, but you are not the only one with memory challenges." There's a wry twist of Ryika's smile at the mention of memory issues. "Well, some of my personal projects have been very political, and some.. very personal. That one is still simmering, I don't yet quite know what to think." She glances to Maggie and comments with a hint of ruefulness. "I expect you can relate fairly well to how it feels when things from your forgotten past pop back up in your life."
Maggie nods, her own wry smile meeting Ryika's. The smile fades as she listens, "I won't ask about the political stuff. My politics is too muddled right now and... Well, my mind does not turn that way. I might not be of any use there at all. Heck, I might offer advice that seems good to me, but be catestrophic if followed. Sometimes, I don't understand why Kerf, Moire and Martin put up with me." She offers a rather more than fond look over to the Queen over there. Looking back, she does nod quickly, "Yes. Having the forgotten past pop up is... startling and disorienting. Is it anything you want to talk about?"
"I'm not ashamed to say that I am often a fan of politics, but it can easily take over every last bit of your life and attention, and I have other things in my life as well." Ryika takes a sip from her coffee as she settles the container in her lap again, thoughtful. Her voice is quiet as she continues, not specifically trying to keep the Queen from listening in, but at least making it more of a challenge to do so. "All the more startling and disorienting when memories come with visions, and now grown children who had been forgotten."
Maggie nods, "Well... It is fascenating to watch. I just don't have much of a head for it. Every option often seems to bring someone pain. I really don't like to do that." She notes the lowered voice and leans closer to make the communication that much easier, "Oh... Ryika. First, are you okay?" Her concern for her friend is palpable. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"
"I am fine. Still processing, truthfully, it's a very new revelation." Ryika smiles a touch. "One that I can't quite settle on delighted, or terrified, or skeptical or all of the above, all at the same time. I have new respect for the Elders who seem to end up with these sorts of conversations on a far more regular basis than I do, or should."
Maggie nods slowly, one hand reaching out to touch Ryika's hand gently in support, "I presume you have spoken with the child? Are you certain of the relationship?" Her eyes remain focused on Ryika now, voice soft and encouraging, "What is the person like?"
Moire saves anyone the trouble of modulating their tone further by returning at that moment with a tray of seaweed biscuits, and gel-lacquered dainties and pastry puffs. "There we are," she says, setting it down. Merri manages to look almost proper-Grandmotherly at this moment, pushing the treats on the two chattering youngsters, whilst feigning disinterest in their jibber-jabber.
"How delightful, thank you." Ryika looks up as Moire returns with treats and tasties. She's taken Maggie's hand, giving it a squeeze. There's a breath and then a nod as the conversation continues. "He's also an amnesiac, and we've known each other for some time now. He called me, not because he knew, but because he'd finally found his childhood home, and a mirror within and knew of my skills with mirrors. Once I arrived, then things started clicking into place for both of us. At least somewhat. More questions than answers, as always."
Maggie looks up as Moire returns with the tray. Spotting two of her favorites in the selections, she gives Moire one of those truly delighted smiles, "Thank you." Her tone is gentle and warm, edged 'round with tinges of deeper emotions. The conversation brings her back and Maggie nods soberly to Ryika, "May I ask who he is? If you would rather hold onto that for now, I understand. I won't address him about it until you give the go-ahead. Or... I mean... Unless it comes up. And then only to the degree you allow." Cause. Loyalties. "I don't suppose that you have discovered the father?" Which brings up, "Have you spoken with Uncle Corwin about it?"
Moire browraises slightly as she straightens, then says judiciously, "I am afraid I must depart for now. If I do not return in time for your departure, I will say my goodbyes now. I thank you for your visit, Ryika, Queen of Banyan, and for your gracious understanding and discretion." She takes her leave after a nod to Maggie, a guard in the hall closing the door after her.
Nearby, Moire takes them outside the throne room to a long and many-windowed gallery that connects the main wing to the western wing of the palace. Several of the deep open arches, which overlook the city sprawl to the south, are built with seating and a stone ledge upon which to place reading materials or a small meal. "You look well, Shao-san," says the Queen as she gestures to one of those window settings, going to it in order to gaze at the view.
Nearby, Shao is eating from a varech loaf with appetite, even though his apperant mood is rather on the stern and draconian side of the emotional spectrum. "I must thank you for this, Your Royal Highness. Your firm direction made me better than I was." He follows the Queen like the trained shadow he was trained to be over the last month. Looking at the window, he sees not the scenary behind it but Moire's vessel, his friend Merrisol. "Madam, as foreseen, Dame Celeste contacted me. She states you have an ally in her and told me she wishes to help. She seems to know more about the black mold than we do."
Nearby, Moire turns away from the view, brows slightly knit over the report. "Celeste D'Mandrake spoke of me specifically?" she asks, seeking some crystal clarification of tems there. "Does she know I have awoken from my death slumber, or does she speake of the Queen-As-Was?"
Nearby, Shao joins his hands behind his back, putting the sea jerky out of sight and out of mind. "She asked where the Queen is. I told Dame Celeste you are in a slumber. She said Prince Regent Martin was the one who poisoned you. When I asked for proof, she did not offer one." He has a subtle pouting of his lips, the tip of the iceberg of judgement at his lack of carrying this part of his duty. "She asked what I knew and I told her about the black mold. She knows who uses the black mold, it is not the first time it was spread, Madam. Dame Celeste wants to see the Queen, to help her, she said. I told Celeste I would try and make it happen, to wait a couple of days."
Nearby, Moire is quiet while listening, and for a minute after. During this time it could very well be just Merrisol lost in thought. Finally, Moire gazes at Shao in her coolly Moire-ish way, and says, "The former Dragon-General is possessed of a much-storied past, such that even the Queen of Rebma might feel familiar with a summary of her life of adventure and war-bringing. Her relationship with the Elder Royals is complex, but believed fiercely loyal at its core. She has been a friend to Lord Martin in his early years upon the Deep Throne, it is true, even contributing to the Rebman Mandrake Hospital and bringing many supplies during the preparation for war with Banyan. What is your impression of Celeste D'Mandrake, Shao-san?"
Nearby, Shao respects the long silence with one of his own, breaking eye contact to contemplate his own memories and thoughts. When addressed, he rejoins with his surroundings like someone walking into the next room, like crossing a threshold. Not that it improves his mood. "I was told she survived a long long time. Dame Celeste is a dragon, first. Dragons look after their own interests, so do survivors. She recently gave her role as head of Mandrake to take a place closer to the Crown of Amber, which tells me it matters to her how Amber is ruled, a desire to keep things together. She is a healer, a mender, therefore her mind works in alignement with Order, not Chaos. She can be trusted to do what she believes is best, only I cannot say what that is." Shao's gaze locks with Merrisol's, scrying for a trace of him in there and finding none, Shao smacks his lips and breaks the staring too look down. "Dame Celeste asked to see your sleeping body, asked for it three times. Even though I trust her, I would advise to take precautions against her. Let her come in with the new Dragon General and use him for leverage. Even a dragon cannot survive the weight of the sea."
Moire and Shao are engaged in discussion, in the gallery corridor joining the west wing of the Palace to the central building, standing within one of the deep window arches overlooking the city sprawl to the south.
Nearby, Merrisol nods slowly a few times throughout Shao's take on the moral character of Celeste. She doesn't seem to react much to the rather harsh proposal for Chase. Surely that was only a joke. "It is strange that she believes you have this access to the Tomb that you could bring her there, in lieu of going through ambassadorial channels," she says after another bout of thinking. "We know the reason she does not speak to Martin of it. Her knowledge appears to be the same as Lord Jhavid's. A certainty that my grandson is implicated in my attempted assassination, yet unable to produce evidence when asked. In any case, no visit can be made without Martin's knowledge," she concludes simply.
Nearby, Shao listens to Merrisol in silence, agreeing with a nod in the end. The same mask of gravity rides his face, unchanged by what was said. "What is it that you wish, Madam? Do you want to risk Dame Celeste in the Tomb, if there is a chance she could cure you? If so, there are ways to get things done. If not, I will let Dame Celeste know she is on her own on that mission of hers."
Nearby, Moire gazes at him with obvious curiosity. "What ways do you propose for accessing the living tomb. Are you aware of its location?"
Nearby, Shao shifts uneasily under Moire's inquisition and his certainty is replaced by a frown. He steals a bite from the block of algae he was keeping at his back then rejoins his hands like they were before. "I was hoping would trust me with it. You have Captain Flame's loyalty and I am bound by oath to her, after all... how best can I protect you? Keeping you in this husk or helping you back in your home?"
A little ways beyond the throne room proper, Moire and Shao are engaged in discussion in the gallery corridor joining the west wing of the Palace to the central building. They are standing within one of the deep window arches overlooking the city sprawl to the south.
Miriam has apparently fully embraced the suggestion of local attendants. Two young women are with her now, both from strong noble families. They're in the midst of a discussion that includes some quiet laughter when she spots Moire and Shao further down the corridor. She pauses to finish whatever's being said, then excuses them before continuing towards them.
Nearby, Moire's expression fades back to impassivitiy, though she shakes her head. "Of course, you have my personal trust, Shao-san. Margaret has my personal trust. As Rebma's Queen, however, there are duties which are not to be affected by personal feeling. One of these is the absolute protection of the deep secrets of the realm. Where the tomb is, none shall tread before undergoing scrutiny by those charged with the sacred trust. Celeste, as former head of a Great House, should understand sworn duty." She changes tracks abruptly, "Do you then believe Martin to be complicit in the black mold scheme, on Celeste's say-so?"
Ryika walks with Maggie, the pair of them having gotten to conversation that includes laughter. "Now you're going to test my fruit knowledge, are you?" Clearly it also includes odd conversational topics. "Purple, and squishy. Quite sweet, with a stone in the middle. Except in Banyan, but that's a mantra of my life.. such and such.. except in Banyan."
Maggie walks with Ryika, her attention turned mostly to her, "Hmmm. Nope. Sorry. It isn't ringing a bell. Mangos? Yes. Bananas? For sure. Papaya? Absolutely. But these plums? Mmmm. Nope. And why except in Banyan?" Lifting her gaze, she spots Miriam and waves, then follows the Tir Princess' focus to Merrisol and Shao. "Ah, there we go. That? That is Shao-san."
Nearby, Shao notices Miriam approaching from the corner of his eye. He turns to face Miriam partly, giving the Princess a nod and a smile. "Madam, I have no proof. Prince Martin is a mystery to me, for I never was close with him. If Martin did have a part in it, nothing he did or say gave me any hint of it."
Nearby, Moire nods to acknowledge that their spot has been found out by various acquaintances. There's really only time to say a few words. "My grandson is innocent of the crime claimed by these hideous rumours being whispered in Amber," she says flatly. "Let us proceed with this belief, if nothing else is clear."
Moire's attitude seems to be reaching a steam point, that is, as much as high emotion can even be generated by the monarch. "...these hideous rumours being whispered in Amber," she says flatly. "Let us proceed with this belief, if nothing else is clear." Then she too turns to look towards Miriam, offering her a smile after a moment. "Good Eventide, Miriam."
Miriam smiles to the pair as she nears enough for conversation. Maggie and Ryika are given smiles as well, along with waves. "Good eventide, your Majesty. Shao-san." she says, quietly enough to exclude others.
Ryika nods politely to Miriam, with a smile and a little wave. She pauses, not quite approaching various conversations that are quite clearly not open. She follows Maggie's indication of who, exactly, Shao-san is and lets her attention settle upon the Penglai man, assessingly. "Ah. I see. I've no desire to intrude upon their conversation."
Maggie returns Miriam's smile but holds back with Ryika for a bit. Nodding, she Moire and Shao for a bit, assessing how they handle the addition of Miriam before she replies, "Maybe we should see if Corwin and Martin are around. A trip for burgers might, or might not be possible. Depending on how things pan out. That does look... Serious."
Moire takes note of Miriam's circumspect response, and her gaze strays further down the gallery. "It is fine. Queen Ryika has been informed and is aware," she tells the Princess, and follows up with a beckoning wave of her hand to the other ladies. She looks back towards Shao, considering him. "I will explain further, Shao-san," she says more quietly, her voice solemn.
When Moire lets her know that Ryika has been included, Miriam nods and then looks again to the pair with a smile. She's quiet for the moment.
"As I know Corwin has other plans this evening, I suspect he is unlikey to join us on a food run." Ryika comments with a little shake of her head to Maggie. "I probably should be headed back to Amber myself, truth be told. I am still attempting to resettle myself in the city. It is almost as if I'm brand new all over again, except this time with somewhere to stay and friends to be found and caught up with. Still, more I don't know than what I do."
Maggie nods to Ryika, "Well... We can plan it for another time, really. It isn't going anywhere and there will be loads of times when a break would be nice in the future. Though please don't be a stranger, Ryika. Okay?" Her smile turns a little quiet, a little introspective. "But if you have to go, come and say farewell to Moire and Miriam." She turns that way in time to see Shao make his exit. The smile fails a bit, "Ah, well. You'll have to meet Shao-san another time too. He is a busy man." Moving forward, she leads the way to the others. "Good evening, both of you."
Moire watches Shao make his hasty exit, frowning faintly. She turns back to view the others as they approach, then, and it's plain to those who know the subtle cues of the Merri-face that there has been some manner of emotional strain inflicted. "Margaret. Ryika. I apologize for cutting short our audience," offers the Queen.
Miriam watches Shao go as well, looking briefly puzzled. She looks back to the others then, and says "Good evening, Maggie. It's good t'see you, your Majesty." she says then to Ryika.
"Good evening." Ryika greets Miriam now that details of who knows what have been settled. "It is no trouble at all, your Majesty." Ryika assures Moire. "I won't be a stranger, I promise. I look forward to catching up a bit more on all that has transpired in Rebma in my time away. Maggie, don't hesitate to call." She smiles and nods. "Good night, and bright stars to you all." And then, she takes her leave. The palace is familiar to her, she hardly needs an escort to keep her from getting lost.
Maggie waves to Ryika as she makes her way out. Turning back to Miriam and Moire, Maggie nods. Her voice remains low, "It is okay, Moire. Things happen and duty calls. Happens to all of us in one way or another." She watches Moire more than Miriam, then offers, "Is... everything okay?" The answer, she well knows, is no. But the verbalized reply might tell her much.
The image of Maggie is seated on a bench in a darkened booth somewhere nondiscript and dim, "Hi." She sounds okay. Just a little fuzzy around the edges, "You okay?"
To the image of Maggie, Moire smiles at the face in her mind, wandering a fairly non-descript ship's cabin that turns out to be Merri's old quarters, now an office. "I am, Margaret. Shao-san reported hearing Martin accused, from another. I became angry before long. That is all."
The image of Maggie nods, her relief palpable through the connection, "Ah, okay. That is understandable. I can't even imagine a scenario where Martin would do such a thing." She falls briefly silent, then adds, "Are you up for some company? Or would you prefer to have some quiet time?"
To the image of Maggie, The monarch is silent also, before deciding, "I used the card of our cabin for I knew you were not there. I came here to be alone for a time, Margaret." She hesitates, "How do you fare? That is the Grotto, is it not."
The image of Maggie nods, "You are entitled to alone time, Moire. Enjoy it." Shifting, she nods, "It is. Miriam wanted to talk. To probe that very question, as it happens." Her smile is wry, but warm, "I'm fine, Moire. Please do not worry about me. Stay the night up there, if you want to. The stars should be beautiful and some of the crew have put together a string quartet. I'll stay in the oyster suite tonight."
To the image of Maggie, Moire sighs as she hears that. "It is definitely the time to put that question in the Past. Martin and I will hold Court in a few days, to make known my return at last," she says decisively, beginning to pace again. "For now, I shall attempt to clear my mind. I will return to Rebma after this."
The image of Maggie nods from where she sits, "Okay. Take whatever time you need. If you want them to, Mr. Anderson can take the Dancer on a slow tour of the Triangle. Anyway. I am going to go get some sleep. You have my trump, Moire. Please call if you need me. I won't disturb you otherwise. There is nothing more annoying than having someone ping at you while you are trying to think. Sleep well."
The image of Maggie whispers, "Rest well, dear heart." She closes her eyes, breaking the connection gently.
