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Jancis · **08-19-2015, 05:13 PM**

Gareth Evershield rises to his feet, wiping down his pants, stretching his arms.
Gareth Evershield clambers his way up the rock, slowly awaiting a turn to paint upon the canvas.
Gareth Evershield moves forward, kneeling down to take up a red brush. He sets his tongue in his cheek as he slowly paints what appears to be a shield, drawing a line down the middle of it. He had thought to draw the Red Wings symbol elsewhere, but his Paladin insignia already looked bad enough. He grins, shaking his head and standing once more.
Gareth Evershield shifts through the crowd, before stopping beside Erik. "Enjoying the view, Captain?
Erik Mynhier: I will have need of you tonight Gareth.
Gareth Evershield blinks at the sudden turn of topic, his eyes widening, teeth setting in worry for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Call and I shall be present, my Captain. Your humble Attendant and Corporal is at your disposal."
Erik Mynhier: I was wanting to see about something I have in mind for you. Every mission you are on you show promise, every task done without fail. I was wanting to see if you would be interested in something.
Gareth Evershield furrows his eyebrows. "O-of course, Captain." He nods slowly. "Though I would not label my... accident with the Lieutenant as a success, I will be there to listen, sir."
Erik Mynhier: True, but this is unrelated to that.
Gareth Evershield grits his teeth for but a moment, before nodding. "Of course, Captain." He lets out a breath, looking forward.
Erik Mynhier: I will see you at the Hall tonight.
Gareth Evershield: Yes, my Captain.
Gareth Evershield 's shoulders sag as he lets out a stressed breath, sitting down beside the canvas for a moment.

Gareth Evershield seemed to be lost in thought, though he had been listening as well as possible to the conversations around him. When he saw a pair of boots next to him, he flinched, before looking up to see Jancis. "Oh! Hey there!"
Jancis Milburga leans down and greets Gareth quietly, "Hello there."
Jancis Milburga: "Are you familiar with the Sanctum of the Twelve, Sir Gareth? Ah, is all right if I call you such? Lord Nako'li's reaction I dare think it might be on your behalf."
Gareth Evershield points a finger at his own face, at his temple. "You've got a little... paint here..." He points to his other temple. "And here..." He points to his cheek. "And there..." He starts gesturing at his entire face in a joke, before tilting his head. "I am not... Is it a place?"
Jancis Milburga smiles, nodding, "I see you are a canvas, too. Lord J'azhar was glowing at being a painter. Is it in the East Shroud. But if you are not familiar with it, then I would rather not meet you there. Must be somewhere safe and you know well."
Gareth Evershield waves a hand dismissively. "And as for the whole 'sir' thing, livery brought with a title, that the Lieutenant feels I am not worthy of having. Rightly so, since such is often given to knights." He shakes his head, before listening to her words. He tilts his head. "Is everything alright?"
Jancis Milburga doesn't sound upset but answers honestly, "I am not sure. But it is important. If you wish Sable Hall I can go there as well. It is about the manor."
Gareth Evershield: The ma-?
Gareth Evershield blinks, remembering, and nodding once. "Of course."
Gareth Evershield: Sable Hall isn't known for it's... privacy, nowadays.
Jancis Milburga: "Is privacy important? Regardless I leave it up to you. Shall speak of it another time."
Gareth Evershield nods his head. "Regarding this matter, it's best to keep between ourselves. Not everyone needs to pick my past, just yet." He grins at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We can speak outside Vesper Bay. There is something I wish to show you."
Jancis Milburga nods in acceptance, repeating the location. "As you like, I do not understand keeping it between once another, but I will meet you there."
Gareth Evershield pats her arm once more. "Go, make your rounds. The masses all need a little Jancis." He grins largely at her.
Barengar Armsbreaker shifts his gaze vaguely in the direction of Gareth and Jancis for a moment at the mention of a manor, a low hum rumbling in his chest before he returns to listening to conversation between the two arcanists.
Jancis Milburga: "A little. Compared to you I am!"
Gareth Evershield looks up at the sky, nodding at the location of the sun, before lightly jogging off.

Edda Eglantine turns to Chuchukepa. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
Chuchukepa Hohokepa frowns to himself once more, murmuring something resembling "mass silliness."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "P-perhaps better not to ask me, Miss Edda... though... I suppose the stories were amusing, anyroad."
Edda Eglantine: "That is good, then. You seemed rather amused by Sir Tau's story."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa grimaces at the memory. "D-did I? I don't recall..." He did recall though. He was internally fretting that Tau would cause an uproar as he was wont to do.
Edda Eglantine tilts her head. "Well, alright then. Were you going to add to the painting?"
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I... well, I hadn't thought of it, but..." He creases his lips into a frown. "Perhaps... perhaps when the crowd clears some."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "What about you, Miss Edda? Will you add to it?"
Edda Eglantine hesitates. "... I am unsure. I do not think I have anything of value to add."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa casts a dubious glance at the "painting," now smattered with a mishmash of haphazard markings left by roughly a dozen people... then returns his gaze to Edda.
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "S-something tells me you'll be quite safe in... in leaving your signature, at the very least."
Edda Eglantine: "My signature? But it is not my painting..."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "But it was meant for everyone to mark, was it not?"
Edda Eglantine frowns. "Yes, and yet... A signature is left by the owner of a painting. My name has no place there, do you not agree?"
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "M-my only point was that surely... i-if I would add something to it, "He twists his mouth distastefully. "You could as well."
Edda Eglantine seems rather doubtful, but inclines her head in agreement nonetheless. "I will think on it. Perhaps when the crowds thin." Edda looks over Chuch's shoulder to the man standing behind him. "His accent, and story. He was an awful lot like Sir Tau, was he not?"
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "O-oh?" He follows Edda's gaze, before frowning in recollection. "Ah, the... the singer. O-of course..."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I... I suppose there are some similarities between the fellow and Master Tau. They're b both loud, for instance..."
Edda Eglantine smiles. "Perhaps we should ask him."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I-if you think it might be prudent... I'll allow you to broach that topic though, i-if you wouldn't mind." He gives a slight nod, apparently quite a bit more confident in Edda's social abilities than his own.
Edda Eglantine: "Alright." Edda stands and approaches the man, albeit cautiously.
Chuchukepa Hohokepa takes hold of a larger brush, glancing at the tip thoughtfully. He stares at the canvas for quite a long pause, looking tense like someone about to jump across a chasm.
Chuchukepa Hohokepa finally breaks and sweeps the brush in a quick up-and-down motion against the canvas.Â
Chuchukepa Hohokepa sets the brush down and walks away quickly.

Franz Renatus quietly hums to himself, debating if he wants to add anything to the canvas.
Edda Eglantine stumbles over the uneven rocks, but manages not to fall flat on her face.
Edda Eglantine frowns at the painting, as if it offended her.
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Headin' out, ye two!
Jancis Milburga: "Be well, Tausen!"
Edda Eglantine: "Hm?"
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: See ye 'bouts, lass!
Edda Eglantine: "Oh, farewell, Sir Tau. Do take care."
Franz Renatus walks up to the canvas
Edda Eglantine: "..."
Edda Eglantine sighs in frustration.
Franz Renatus: "Been some time."
Edda Eglantine: "...Yes."
Franz Renatus smiles lightly. "I trust you've been well?"
Edda Eglantine matches his smile perfectly. "Of course."
Jana Ridah glances between Franz and Edda, but opts not to interrupt.
Edda Eglantine shifts, appraising and calm.
Franz Renatus: "That's good, I suppose." He isn't quite sure how to carry on the conversation, bringing up an old one. "Have you had time to practice cooking?"
Edda Eglantine: "No," Edda says slowly, and looks back to the canvas. "I have been busy with other things." She picks up a brush, suddenly inspired, but hesitates.
Franz Renatus motions to the canvas. "Draw or paint what you like. I'll not be a bother." He takes a few steps away.
Edda Eglantine side eyes Franz. "You are not." She looks back to the canvas and dips her brush in a gentle pink, and begins to paint a tiny briar rose at the bottom center of the canvas. It is remarkably life-like and practiced, that at a distance it might almost seem real. Finished, she sets the brush down and takes a step back.
Franz Renatus looks at the rose from a distance. "Pretty."
Edda Eglantine nods absently. "Yes, it is. It will be for some time, I imagine." She glances at Franz's feet expectantly, as if waiting for him to paint something.
Franz Renatus looks around for a brush and some red paint, walking over to the canvas.
Edda Eglantine inspects the canvas carefully, looking at each detail. She thinks she might see what Chuchukepa left but she cannot be sure.
Franz Renatus takes hold of the brush carefully, painting the face of a young-looking girl. It's no masterpiece by any means, but the features are easy enough to see.
Franz Renatus carefully returns the paint and brush to where they were previously, after finishing.

Ciel Sauveterre: "A familiar face I've not seen in some time. Are you well, my friend?"
Syrress Detilderan: "A wonderful performance, as always Lady Ciel. And you're as lovely as ever." she smiled. "Quite well, I hope the same for you?"
Ciel Sauveterre: "Well enough, though traveling a fair bit more in the past moon than I have in some time."
Syrress Detilderan: "I hope your travels fair well then. Should you have some time to spare, perhaps we could meet again, for tea perhaps?"
Ciel Sauveterre smiles, "Certainly, I'd like that. Â No doubt we have some catching up to do after so long."
Syrress Detilderan smiled warmly up at Ciel. "I shall look forward to it then. I'm anxious to hear how you and the others have been. I shall send word soon, and hope schedules allow our next visit to happen sooner, than later."
Ciel Sauveterre grins somewhat more brightly, "Things have been quiet when I haven't been abroad, but I'll look forward to hearing from you. Â I should be relatively free for the next several suns."
Syrress Detilderan: "Wonderful. Â I have a few as well that offer me no pressing matters. Until then, Lady Ciel, Twelve keep you." she smiled, bowing deeply after.
Ciel Sauveterre: "Twelve keep you, Lady Syrress I shall see you soon."

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