Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170616174738

Thomas hears the announcement and turns to Marcus. "Hey, when you get done with your wrestling match, meet me up front. There's someone I'd like you to meet." He then turns to Tirush, smiling. "Come on, darling. You too.  And Partha too, see if you can get her."

Tirush's face lights up. "Of course, Danthe! I will get her." She sets off at a brisk trot.

The page steps forward. "Announcing their Royal Highnesses of House Nyveve Feranial, King Melandil Nyveve and Queen Illyagrine Nyveve, rulers of Arenesse, and the crown prince of Arenesse, Prince Honditar of Arenesse, and the lady Princess Eilon of Arenesse, founding family of Arenesse Felranial!"

A beautiful coach pulls down the cobble path and to the gate, pulled by gray elk. Melandil, king of Arenesse, exits the carraige, followed by a girl whom he helps by holding her hand as she steps out. Next comes a handsome elven knight, the Prince whom likewise helps the Queen, dressed in simple loose garments,   from the carraige.

They begin greeting various dignitaries as Thomas approaches them. He steps up to Melandil, and they regard each other.

"Hello, Father. Halaia m'kar hada," He says, smiling.

"Halaia, my son." Melandil returns the smile and they embrace.

"Mother, you look radiant as always." Thomas lets go and turns to Illyagrine, and the Elven Queen reaches out and holds him with less reservation.

"Halaia, my darling boy. I would not miss this." She kisses him on the cheek.

"My big little brother. A beard still does not suit you," the knight says, giving a small, sideways smile.

"Shave it off, then, if you can." Thomas and Honditar break into grins, and embrace.

"Halaia, Tommit," the little princess says, smiling in a much less reserved way than befalls an Elf. Thomas grins and gives her a hug.

"You still smell like lilacs, you know," he says.

Immediately she breaks into a defensive pout. "I do NOT! That was years ago!"

"Best not to mention the lilacs now, brother," Honditar says, looking around at the crowd. "And where is the groom?"