Private From The Tide

[Elias Faivre]

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LOCATION | Silver Crest, Illyria [Crête d’Argent] ~ Savabron Abbey
WEARING | [ X ]

The past week had been a whirlwind of events and honors and meetings and parties.

Celebration after celebration at his most recent promotion and assignment to Mnemosyne as its Illyrian Representative. His mother was intent on throwing balls and dinners while his sisters giggled and poked at him behind the scenes. Night after night of feasts, drinks, dancing, jokes, and bonfires erected and attended by all citizens of Silver Crest There was love and warmth at every turn, even as he sorted out proposal after proposal in anticipation for the diplomatic meeting with Caedyn Arenais of Mnemosyne, the queen-to-be’s cousin he believed.

Amidst all of the commotion and revelry, a lone report caught his ear above all of the music and bounced off of every wall in the province. Sanctuaire Majestueux, Majestic Sanctuary, had recently gained a new Lady.

Countess Diavona Vammor of Naboo.

That certainly was interesting. A foreigner, ruling over an Illyrian province. Part of him wondered how her new subjects felt about that sentiment. Nonetheless, he sent a courier with a letter, metal stamps with House Vammor’s sigil on them, and an intricately designed metal quill with a deep blue feather and matching ink. Old fashioned for a world such as Illyria? Perhaps. But, hopefully the invitation and housewarming gifts would show his intent of having a peaceful relationship with his newest neighbor.

The letter read:

“To the Lady Vammor,

On behalf of myself, House Faivre, and the Province of Silver Crest, I would like to extend to you a warm welcome to Illyria. Congratulations on your new position and may your people forever love and revere you and your family. Within this basket, you will find three gifts forged from the finest metalworkers in Silver Crest. Please accept them as tokens of both my intentions and my well wishes.

In addition to these gifts, I would also ask you to accept my invitation to visit Savabron Abbey and see Silver Crest firsthand in three day’s time at noon. Perhaps, in the long run, we can strike a deal to form an alliance. I hope you will find friends amongst the ranks of the High Court. I hope that I may be the first of many.

With Warmest Regards,
Viscount E. Faivre”

Assuming the Lady of Majestic Sanctuary accepted, he had preparations prepped and put into play. His stewardess, Gervaise Durand, managed all of the affairs once he specified what he would like. A light luncheon and a simple walk through town was all he requested, it was a welcome party, not an official meeting.

When the time came, he stood in the courtyard facing the street with Gervaise as well as his mother waiting at his left and right respectively. He wondered if she was everything he’d heard of her or if she would shock him and prove to be the exact opposite.

Diavona Vammor​

 

[Diavona Vammor]

Location: Sanctuaire Majestueux
Wearing: [xXx]
Tag: | Elias Faivre |

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It had been quite the strange situation, to move from Naboo to Illyria. As a woman who had spent the entirety of her life living in one place, it had almost been surreal, or perhaps more like an out of body experience. To pack up an entire life and move it from one entire planet to another...And then the accommodations she had been warranted due to her new position among the Illyrians. While yes, Diavona was quite used to living in the lap of luxury due to her own family, it was not something she had ever done on her own. Her ancestral home on Naboo did not belong to her, and she had not moved her family from their home to her new one. They had duties to fulfill on Naboo, after all.

But now Dia was here, Illyria. Back to her role as a Lady of Whispers; one who walked within the shadows and/or manipulated the best of people to steal the truth (and lies!) from their lips and hearts. A Grand Mistress at the very Game itself, and oh how she reveled in it.

Her new place as a Countess however, that was not easily something she could wrap her head around. Dia was not by any means use to having to worry about so many other people. The wellbeing of an entire province, their worries and needs. It was daunting and yet she was not frightened off by the task at hand, clearly. She had settled herself into her new home, had even made certain to mull about the province so that she was seen as well as made approachable. Though still, this understandably afforded her no friends. Resources most certainly, but while useful that wasn't exactly the same.

A letter received however, was perhaps the start of change. A smile had lifted the corners of Diavona's mouth when the missive had been put into her hands. How very old fashioned, and yet she was actually quite tickled by the concept - and it had come with gifts! As such, she had managed to procure her own means and wrote a response to be returned promptly.


"Viscount Faivre,

I find myself quite surprised to received a letter of all things, but especially in true old, and proper form from a neighborly presence. I fear that my letter of return will not be quite as exciting to read as yours had been, but I felt it necessary to return to sentiment regardless. The gifts you sent are as beautiful as they were unexpected, by the way.

But I will to the point of it; I think the idea of a possible alliance is a brilliant one. I will indeed take you up on your offer and see you in three days.

Sincerely,
Lady Diavona Vammor"


With the letter sent, all that had been left was to continue settling into her place and role among the Illyrians, at least until it was time to travel to her neighboring province. It was strange, to feel anticipation for a change. Usually meeting new people did not affect Dia one way or the other, how many times has she looked royalty in the face and not batted an eye? Or stood toe to toe with some foe who could have crushed her, yet did not even so much as hitch a breath? But as she made her approach towards the Silver Rest courtyard, there was an unfamiliar flutter of anticipation in her belly.

Strange. Very strange.

But she wore confidence well, never one to betray the way she felt in most given situations. And truthfully, despite the anticipation, she was excited to meet new people. A new place meant she needed to start building new bonds, after all. So as she drew close enough to this trio of new faces, she curtsied respectfully. "Viscount Faivre," she greeted, her tone warm as she did so. Yes, hopefully this would go well for the both of them.

 

[Elias Faivre]

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Upon the arrival of the Lady of Majestic Sanctuary, he bowed first, waiting until she rose from her curtsy to rise as well. Behind him, Gervaise and Lady Faivre also curtsied as a formality. Perhaps merely to make a good impression on the new face. “Countess Vammor.”

“Thank you very much for accepting my invitation and returning my letter in such a quick manner.” He motioned out towards Silver Crest in another invitation for a walk through the sunny but cool streets of river province. He paused and found himself momentarily flustered at his own mistake. “Forgive me, My Lady. I’ve forgotten my manners. You must be hungry after your morning trip from Majestic Sanctuary. Please, follow me inside, we’ve prepared lunch and then a walk about town.” He could feel his mother’s lip twitch up in an amused smirk behind him.

“Would you like to eat on the waterfront, Lady Vammor, perhaps or in the grand dining hall? The weather seems as though it will hold today and the wildlife are fond of the area, even with the port nearby,” spoke the lively stewardess that seemed to pick up on her liege’s cues, verbal and nonverbal.

After receiving the Lady’s preference, Gervaise and Lady Faivre went inside of the domed mansion as Elias moved to escort her through the palace’s vaulted hallways and passages. All decorated with the House colors of blue, grey, and gold. Pictures of family members, biological and adopted, as well as famous pieces by Illyrian artists were displayed on the walls. Even some painted by Faivres, regardless of quality. They prized family and quality time and thoughtful gifts above all. However they could celebrate and uplift those foundations was well worth the effort in their eyes.

Once they reached their destination, he pulled out a chair opposite of his own and waited for her to seat herself before gently pushing it in so that she could reach the content of the table with ease. “What shall it be, Countess? Tea? Coffee? A light wine perhaps?” He gently waved for a servant, asking for a white tea to pair with the array of sandwiches, fruits, a charcuterie board boasting various sweet and savory combinations from jams to pickled vegetables.

Elias took a small sandwich as he waited on his tea to steep to the correct strength, watching carefully as not to burn the leaves and turn the drink bitter. “How was your transition from Naboo? Do you ever miss your home or were you eager to travel abroad? Illyria is a good distance away from the newest seat of power in the Confederacy. Has it, Illyria and your new province, treated you well thus far?”

Diavona Vammor​

 

[Diavona Vammor]

Tag: | Elias Faivre |

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It was still strange to be referred to as Countess. It was new, and while Diavona had grown as nobility, she had never held such a title, not on her own. No, she had wore Lady of Whispers around her shoulders like a cloak for a good portion of her life, but that was an entirely different notoriety. This...was flattering. A change of pace that Diavona had honestly never expected for herself by any means, and as such it made the faintest hue of pink color her alabaster skin.

"Countess," she echoed the title with gentle amusement - genuine. "I'm not sure I'll ever grow used to that." And it was not merely coy words.

The invitation to eat was much less surprising. It seemed customs didn't differ too greatly among high society no matter where you were from. How many treats and lunches had been served within her own family home for invited guests? Countless...And so Dia's smile grew and she nodded. "The waterfront sounds lovely," Usually, she preferred to eat within closed spaces. Some place she could sit with her back towards the wall and her gaze could remain on those around her. But this was not business, at least not that sort of business. Not yet at least.

As she was led into the through the halls of this family home, admittedly Diavona had slowed their walk quite a bit. She was clearly captivated by all of the pieces, and she did inquire on a couple - including those that looked as if they had been done by a less than masterful painted. And yet it was those pieces that seemed to hold her interest. Strange...how seeing the closeness of someone else's family made her suddenly feel lonely. Yes, her family was still alive and well, but she had made her own place in the galaxy and it was a path typically walked on her own. So odd...she would have to reflect on these unfamiliar feelings later.

For now, her focus shifted to her host, and her smile once again returned to her face. "For lunch? Tea of course." wine was typically for business and loosening tongues, and that certainly wasn't why she was here. But his inquiry about her move earned a soft noise from the blonde Countess and her brow creased just ever so slightly. "Naboo will always be my home, if only because my family is there. However, Illyria has certainly been hospitable and accommodating, and seems to be the perfect place to start this new chapter of my life." She took a careful breath, "As for the province, I've yet to make my way around it very far. I've not been here long enough yet to see everything with my own eyes." There had been plenty to do to get settled after all, but now? Well, now she had time to start making connections, and hopefully meaningful ones.