[T'lainya]

T'lainya rubbed her eyes wearily. The meeting of the inner circle had gone on for hours. The circle was comprised of the senior clergy of all the Seldarine, the elven deities who protected Evereska. In addition a number of mages, advisers and sages had been present, as well as King Druaghdhor. The meeting had touched on the shade war brewing in Anauroch, as well as the vaguer reports from tethyr and the High Forest. Those reports were vaguer, well organized goblinkin raids, the usual troll conflicts and some heavy bandit activity along the trade routes. Nothing seemed unusual, yet she had a nagging feeling that something was wrong.

She looked up to see her father watching her. “Will you be staying long? I've missed you. Although i would certainly understand if you were inclined to miss Lady Falunders's dinner party. Which is in two days.” he said with an eloquent grimace.
“Lord and Lady Falunder are having a dinner party?” T'lainya's eyes widened in a mixture of fear and laughter. “After the last one? Their eldest son attempted to conjure an efreet to light the candelabra. I thought they'd never put the flames out!”

“Especially after the angry efreet summoned in the elementals.” Lyander was laughing uncontrollably now.

“Not to mention the conjured birds that swarmed the dinner table and ended up pulling Lady Falunder's wig off!” T'lainya giggled. “It's good to see you father. I think however I must decline the party. I want to accompany Endelia and Xivaril to Cormyr. The reports of bandits concerns me.”

“I suspect that Lady Endelia can take care of herself.” Lyanders eyes gleamed in the soft candlelight. “However I suppose you two have much to catch up on.” (How like her mother she is, he thought to himself, the same tilt of her chin, the same fiery hair...and temper he chuckled to himself).

T'lainya saw the far away look in Lyanders eyes. He's thinking of my mother she thought. “Come father, let us watch the stars and think of those in Arvendor.”

Lyander rose, offering his arm to T'lainya and they walked out into the terraced gardens.

Dawn came over the mountains, rose and gold light that carried the scent of roses and a promise of hope. T'lainya finished packing her traveling gear, spell components, potions and such arranged for maximum efficiency. She donned her armor, finely wrought elven chain of blue and silver. The lethal mace named Star of the Seldarine and her moonblade, aglow with faerie fire running up and down the blade. She saluted the rising sun with the blade and sheathed it. Her plain robes and cloak covered the bright mail and weapons. Lyander stood in the doorway and bid T'lainya good journey. She turned and blew a kiss, then went off to meet Endelia and Xivaril.