|Summary:||Anais sees Ser Rygar on the road back to Stonebridge.|
|Courtyard — Four Eagles Tower|
|The Courtyard of Four Eagles Tower is floored with a fine grey stone that match the color and tone of the interior structure of the castle's yard. Plants have been potted and placed around the entrances to add some color, the greenery accompanied by several trellises of flowers that climb the support columns. The most prominent structure in the area is the set of large slab steps that lead up to the great oak doors of the Great Hall. Several hallways and accesses lead off into different sections of Four Eagles which makes this the hub of noble activity when court is not being held.|
|August 7, 288|
Anais stands near the entry to the hall, arms crossed loosely over her chest as she watches a sandy-haired young man who looks rather like her brother run off toward the village with a fair-haired chambermaid on his back. There's definitely amusement on her features, for all she shakes her head at the show. For whatever reason, her hair has been let down, though recently enough that it still holds the kinks and bends of being bound earlier. "Some days," she murmurs to herself with a soft sigh, shaking her head and turning back toward the hall.
On this day in particular, Rygar emerges from the hall trailed by the younger of the two retainers in whose company he had arrived at the Roost. A sharp motion of one hand sends the boy hurrying toward the stables, while Rygar continues his purposeful stride ahead. The knight's stern blue regard settles upon the lady with her hair down. "Lady Banefort," he greets evenly, giving a short precise bow with the words.
Anais's brows rise as Rygar steps out of the hall, though she summons up a small, polite smile quickly enough. "Ser Rygar," she greets the man, dipping her chin and giving a flick of her skirts in response to his bow. "What a pleasant surprise. I /am/ sorry we didn't get a chance to go hawking earlier. Though I hope that means your business was seen to?" she asks, glancing toward the retainer on his way to the stables.
"Alas and alack, business was addressed," Rygar returns without regret coloring his chill tone as he stands again to his full height, head carried high in the manner that some might call haughty. "My tasks are accomplished, and my presence is required in Stonebridge. As soon as the steeds are saddled, I am to take my leave of your future home, Lady."
"So soon?" Anais asks, surprised. "It's nearly evening already." She presses her lips together, a glimmer of concern in her features. "I hope…" Trailing off, she hesitates for a moment. "I hope your meeting didn't go poorly?" There's a moment where it looks as though she might be checking over his shoulder for any pursuing Terricks.
"The meeting proceeded much as I had expected it to," Rygar answers with stony composure. "His Lordship refused an audience, instead dispatching the task to his son, your betrothed." A slowly drawn breath through the nose, "The Young Lord would befefit greatly by more.. even tempered coucil," he adds with a sniff. "Though I shall pardon his temper on account of the young man's condition. I regret to say, Lord Jaremy does not appear well." There is no sign of pursuit.
Anais sighs softly when Rygar says the meeting was refused, pressing a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, shaking her head slightly. "That was…ill-done of them. And I'm sorry to hear the Lord Jaremy is unwell," she adds, a flicker of concern in her eyes. "Is there anything I can convey on your behalf? I know your duties must see you elsewhere, but mine shall see me here for some time, I think."
"If your duties will keep you here any length of time, Lady Banefort, I advise this: should you wish to bring any measure of good judgment to this House? Never permit them to see aught of my family in you. This Terrick obsession with the Naylands blinds them to such sense as would seem common in other men."
"It is a strange thing," Anais allows, grimacing faintly. "I asked your cousin Rowan about it, and he could not name the source of the feud, either. Though for what it is worth, they do seem to have seen him for what he is worth. So perhaps they can learn," she suggests, summoning up a small smile. "I'll take that as a no, then? Nothing you'd like me to pass on when I get the chance?"
"If every Nayland looked upon Terricks with adulation and submission, I have no doubt our two families would be as dear to each other as once were Terrick and Tordane," Rygar replies at the mention of Rowan. "And as the fate of the Tordanes clearly tells: a House must be either growing or dying." Belatedly answering her last with a shake of the head. "No, Lady. All that I would wish you pass on, I have said to you prior."
Anais arches a brow, amusement gracing the curve of her smile. "And how do you really feel about Rowan's relationship with the Terricks, Ser Rygar?" she asks, shaking her head even as she asks it. "Family are ever both a blessing and a trial. It seems you serve yours well, though." She steps to the side then, making way. "Please, don't let me keep you any longer. It's already late, and I would not delay your homecoming."
"Another of the qualities I am not oft accused of is excessive subtlety, Lady," Rygar notes with a sharp sniff to her initial quip. "It is not my home to which I return, Lady Banefort. Simply to my post. A good eve."
"No, I suppose not," Anais agrees, dipping a brief curtsey as the knight departs. "Safe travels to you, Ser Rgyar. And again, please convey my well wishes to Lord Ryker and Lady Isolde. I shall hope to see them myself in the wedding in a few months time."
Rygar nods sharply once to the last request, as the severe knight allows his eye to remain fixed on Anais until the Lady's words are finished. "I shall do so, Lady." Afterward, his keen eye turns to the retainer who approaches from the stables with two saddled horses, and steps follow shortly.
Anais watches for just a moment longer as the horses are brought out, pensive, then turns to move back inside the tower. It has certainly been a busy day for the Banefort lady.