* Vallel wanders into the library, snacking on some dried fruits he's carrying in a waxed paper bag. "Good evening, Gloss." He peers over her shoulder. "What are you reading about today?"

* Glossaria turns her head to give Vallel a peck on the cheek. "Amnesia... still. In this case, possible medical interventions as cure of same."

<Vallel> ::running a hand through Gloss's hair, messing it up fondly:: Find anything yet?

* Kevil brushes a stray wisp of hair from Loria's face as they approach the Tower. "You are not worried, are you?"

<Loria> ::smiling up at him:: Oh, no, not really. ::peers at his forehead:: *That* is going to take some getting used to, I just want you to know that.

<Kevil> ::rubs his forehead self-consciously:: No one else seems to be able to see it... Will Vallel, do you think?

<Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: Nothing of significant value. Much of the material is either very old-- cribbed from ancient tomes of dubious source-- or theoretical. They seem unwilling to *give* subjects amnesia in order to *cure* them of it. ::shudders lightly:: Not that I blame them.

<Loria> ::shrugging:: I don't think so... Maybe other priests. We'll know in a bit, won't we? ::takes his hand::

<Kevil> Indeed. ::smiles and squeezes her hand slightly. He nods to the Tower's odd door as one might to an acquaintance before knocking firmly::

<Vallel> ::mock-shuddering:: Well, I hope *not* love... I wouldn't volunteer to lose all my memories, hoping someone else could give them back... and if they did it to unwilling test subjects, that'd be wrong...

<Glossaria> ::nods gravely, looking up with a smile at the sound of ringing bells:: That's the door... I think. The Tower's been testing various sounds of late...

<Vallel> ::smiling:: Well, it's much nicer than the bagpipes, I think...

<Glossaria> ::nods:: Or the screaming infant... ::stands and makes her way up the stairs to the door::

* Glossaria opens the door cautiously, and smiles. "Loria, Master Kevil! Good to see you. Please, come in."

* Kevil smiles warmly. "Good day, sweet angel!" He steps aside to allow Loria through, then follows her into the front hall.

* Loria steps into the front Hall, looking around curiously.

<Glossaria> The Library is this way, today... ::beckons them down a flight of stairs::

<Loria> ::shakes her head:: I don't know that I could get used to a domicile that liked to move around so much... although I guess it might have some advantages.

<Glossaria> ::nods:: Invasion *would* be a difficulty. Although, the Tower has translocated but rarely since Mistress Zoya took possession. As I understand it, she had a great deal of trouble tracking it down long enough to enter in the first place...

<Vallel> ::calling up the stairs:: Who is it?

<Glossaria> ::calls down:: Loria and Kevil have come to visit.

<Vallel> ::smiling as they come down the stairs:: Hey Lorie! ::leans over and gives his sister a quick peck on the cheek:: Enjoy your trip?

* Glossaria leads them to the bottom of the stairs, around a corner, and into the Library proper.

* Loria hugs her brother warmly. "Very much, actually. Excepting the raiders and pirates, of course..."

* Kevil nods a greeting to Vallel.

<Glossaria> ::nods, looking concerned:: You were badly injured when you came in... you're alright now? ::biting her lip a little:: When you get a little time, might I ask you a few more questions about your trip?

<Loria> ::nodding:: Better than fine now... ::gives Kevil a smile::

<Kevil> ::returns Loria's smile, then grins at Glossaria:: She was not really so terribly injured... Merely a concussion.

<Vallel> ::moving over to the reading area and flopping gracelessly onto a sofa:: Come in, sit down, and all that...

<Glossaria> Well... ::tilts her head:: Concussions are the third most frequent cause of temporary amnesia, you know. Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?

<Loria> ::affecting a befuddled look:: I don't remember?

* Glossaria looks alarmed.

<Kevil> ::laughs and gently pushes Loria toward a sofa:: She is joking, Glossaria. She is fine.

* Loria pouts at Kevil, then goes and sits down, crossing her legs and resting her left hand on her knee.

<Glossaria> ::looks relieved:: Oh. ::blinks several times, thinking, and laughs:: Oh. I understand.

* Kevil sits next to Loria with a faint grin at her careful pose, and puts his arm around her shoulders.

<Vallel> ::raises an eyebrow at his sister:: What are you smirking about, Lor?

* Loria covers her mouth with her hand and giggles.

<Glossaria> ::looks from Vallel to Loria with curiosity::

<Kevil> ::looks faintly amused, but is plainly staying out of it.::

<Loria> ::grinning at her brother:: Me? Smirking? What would I possibly have to smirk about?

<Vallel> ::points a finger at Kevil:: Whatever it is, I'm sure this is your fault.

<Kevil> ::sighs mournfully:: Probably...

<Glossaria> ::blinks:: But if it were Master Kevil's fault, why is he not speaking to the problem?

<Loria> ::elbows Kevil in the ribs:: Yes, he's a horrible terrible monster... he is ::she giggles::

<Kevil> ::grins at Gloss:: And spoil all her fun?

<Glossaria> ::looks from one to the other again, clearly mystified::

<Vallel> ::turning to face his giggling sister:: All right, you've had your entertainment... now, confess... what's up?

<Kevil> ::explaining patiently to Glossaria:: She wishes him to *guess* - thus, if I explain, I have spoiled the game, d'va?

<Glossaria> Ahhh, I see. ::thinks:: Am I allowed to try?

<Loria> ::nodding to Gloss:: Go ahead and guess...

<Glossaria> Let's see... ::studies Loria carefully:: As we saw you just before your departure, and you were not playing guessing-games then, it must relate to something that happened since-- either on your trip or after your return.

<Vallel> ::looking at Loria closely:: You... look different... ::pauses, considering it::

* Loria bounces her leg nervously.

<Glossaria> She's slightly more tan than when she left, but that hardly seems like momentous news, especially as they visited a desert area... ::cocks her head:: Are you emigrating to Alanis?

<Loria> Well ::giggling:: Not year-round

<Kevil> ::looks at Loria with a smile:: Be fair - at least warn them that there are *two* announcements.

<Glossaria> ::raises her eyebrows:: Ah! Which implies that you *do* intend to emigrate, if not for the whole year... hm.

<Glossaria> ::blinks:: Two?

<Vallel> ::looks at his sister again, his eyes widening, then narrowing.:: Now... why would you spend half the year in Alanis?

<Loria> ::laughing:: About the same reason that you moved into the Tower, I would think...

<Glossaria> ::looks from Loria to Kevil and back:: You're... trading goods there? ::widening her eyes:: You were asked to join a circle there?

<Kevil> ::thoughtfully, to Loria:: If we will be going on a schedule, trading may be a good idea.

<Glossaria> ::narrows her eyes:: *Both* of you will be travelling... hmmm. You were both offered roses?

<Loria> ::laughing harder:: Well, he hasn't actually offered roses, yet... ::waving her left hand at Gloss, the emerald and opal ring glittering in the light::

<Vallel> ::gapes at his sister, suddenly stunned::

<Kevil> ::mutters:: They do not bloom this time of year, here...

<Loria> ::grins at Vallel:: Close your mouth, scamp, you're drawing flies.

<Glossaria> You're-- ::looks from one to the other:: taking circle *together*? ::smiles broadly:: Oh, that's wonderful! Are any other Alani joining you?

<Kevil> ::grins at Vallel's gaping, then laughs at Glossaria's question:: *Joining* circle.

<Glossaria> Joining circle, thank you. ::nods:: So you're joining circle together?

* Vallel stands up, pulling his sister in a close hug, burying his face in her hair. "I'm so happy for you, Lor."

<Glossaria> ::smiles at Kevil, holding out her arms for a hug:: So then, my honorary uncle will become my brother-in-law? ::giggles::

* Loria stands with Vallel for a long moment, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Vallel..."

<Kevil> ::chuckles and hugs Glossaria:: Something like that, yes.

<Glossaria> Welcome to the family, then! ::kisses him, once on each cheek, and hugs him again::

* Vallel releases his sister and turns to Kevil, offering his hand. "Congratulations. I'm sure you'll be very happy."

<Kevil> ::smiles as he takes Vallel's hand:: I already am - but I thank you.

<Vallel> ::laughs:: Kristo's going to have kittens.

<Glossaria> ::blinks and starts for a moment, and relaxes:: Ah... metaphorically.

* Glossaria exchanges partners to hug Loria. "Congratulations, sister."

<Kevil> ::grins almost wickedly:: Yes, he likely will be somewhat perturbed...

<Loria> ::kisses Gloss on each cheek, Alani-fashion:: Thank you... You'll... ::swallows:: you'll stand with me, then?

<Glossaria> Stand with you? You'd like me to be your matron of honor? Oh, Loria, I would be *honored* to!

<Loria> ::nodding, wiping her eyes:: You're the only reason I'm here at all... ::sniffles, fishing in her dress pocket for her handkerchief::

<Vallel> ::coughs into his hand:: She is not the *only* reason...

<Kevil> ::rolls his eyes good-naturedly at the girls' displays, and grins at Vallel:: You will stand with us, also, I hope?

<Vallel> ::giving Kevil a nod:: Oh sure... I can probably talk Kris out of wanting to split your head in two...

<Glossaria> Oh... oh, don't cry! Or... ::peers into Loria's face:: Is this happy-crying? ::offers Loria a handkerchief with several dried ink stains on it::

<Loria> ::laughing, crying and nodding all at the same time:: I'm very happy... I am... really... ::she sniffles again, blowing her nose::

<Kevil> ::laughs:: And now the reason for attendants is clear: a rear guard!

<Vallel> ::raises an eyebrow at Kevil, he pulls a face:: Women! ::his tone says many things that the cheery look in his eyes gives lie to::

<Glossaria> ::nods understandingly:: I've done that... ::glances at Vallel fondly:: At *my* wedding.

<Kevil> ::grins, then nudges Loria slightly:: Your other news, n'shava...?

<Loria> ::composing herself, she pulls out her sunburst amulet, once silver with gold etching, is now gold, with a platinum sunburst:: The... the Blessed Mother has allowed me to serve Her.

<Vallel> ::blinks:: You're a priestess? ::looks surprised:: Oh, that's going to go over well with the Council.

<Loria> ::firmly, with just a hint of her authority:: They will accept it. It is Her will.

<Glossaria> ::looks pleased:: That's wonderful! Now we have even *more* in common!

<Kevil> ::rubs his forehead again, then puts his hand on Loria's shoulder, smiling proudly::

<Vallel> ::patting his sister on the shoulder:: You'll do just fine... besides, I think Saint Greyson will understand.

<Loria> ::nodding:: I think so, yes...

<Glossaria> ::smiles:: Nacheyla doesn't have so many priests yet that they could afford to distance one, at any rate.

<Vallel> ::collapses back onto a sofa:: Well, you've been busy, haven't you?

<Kevil> ::grins:: Pirates and priestesses and promises...

<Glossaria> ::smiles:: Alliterative... that almost sounds like a ballad.

<Kevil> ::laughs:: I was thinking of a humorous tavern song, actually...

<Loria> ::tartly:: A very bad humorous tavern song, I'm sure... ::she grins::

<Glossaria> ::with a twinkle in her eye:: Is there music, yet?

<Kevil> ::grins:: Not yet. I only just thought of it.

<Vallel> ::shaking his head:: Well, I'll have to hear it, if you write one.

<Glossaria> ::smiles a little wider, reaching out to take Vallel's hand:: Perhaps at the wedding...

<Loria> ::laughing, shaking her head:: *Not* at the wedding...

<Kevil> ::laughs:: Bad humorous songs, I am given to understand, are not- ::nods at Loria:: You see? I can be taught!

<Glossaria> ::giggles:: I've learned that such things can happen. ::squeezes Val's hand::

<Vallel> ::gets his much-put-upon face on:: Oh, like I'm so terrible.

<Glossaria> ::leans over and kisses his lips lingeringly:: Not at all... why do you think I married you, love?

<Vallel> ::kisses her back, then raises his eyebrows:: Um... my impressive wardrobe?

<Kevil> ::points at Vallel, looking at Loria with wide eyes:: You see! I am not the only one!

<Loria> ::laughs:: Oh, you should see the trunks Kevil-lin dragged over to my house. We need to get a new home just to store all his clothes in and another one to live in!

<Kevil> ::groans theatrically::

<Glossaria> So many clothes at once? ::blinks:: Why? You can only wear one set a day.

<Kevil> ::mutters:: She exaggerates...

<Loria> ::putting her hands on her hips:: I do not exaggerate. You have more clothes than Winnie!

<Vallel> ::laughs:: That bad?

<Kevil> ::mutters under his breath and sits back on the couch:: It all fit perfectly well in my room at the Dragon's Den...

<Loria> ::snorts:: Well, one wonders where *you* fit in there...

<Glossaria> Hmmm... ::pulls a sheet of paper towards her and begins making notes on it idly:: Perhaps the concept of a Bag of Holding could be modified and expanded sufficiently that... ::jots ideas::

<Kevil> ::looks over at Glossaria, suddenly amused:: Talk to Zoya about her sleeves some time.

<Loria> ::blinks:: Closets of Holding? You could make a fortune with that invention...

<Glossaria> ::waves a hand:: Too similar in concept... I had in mind a larger opening, with ordered storage....

<Vallel> ::rolls his eyes fondly at his wife:: Now you've done it. I won't see her for *days*.

<Kevil> ::sighs at Vallel:: Sartorial splendor receives *no* respect.

<Glossaria> ::blinks, and looks up:: What?

<Vallel> ::nodding:: See? ::pats Gloss's hair:: Don't worry, love. Just try to remember to eat from time to time? I like my women a little more fleshy than Mistress Zoya.

<Glossaria> ::smiles:: The Staff feeds me, when I forget.

<Glossaria> And, well... ::grin:: I chew on my research, too...

<Vallel> ::blushes suddenly, glancing at Kevil:: No offense meant...

<Kevil> ::grins and shrugs:: None taken.

<Loria> ::grinning at him:: Well, Kevil-lin, you'd better ask her if she's willing to cart us around twice a year...

<Kevil> ::nods, and puts a hand to his belt-pouch:: I have the pieces of that fellow's ring to give her, also... ::he nods to Vallel and Glossaria:: If you will excuse me for a few moments...

<Loria> ::nodding:: By all means...

* Kevil kisses Loria's cheek, then steps out of the room and summons the Staff, asking it to lead him to Zoya.

<Glossaria> ::blinks, and looks up from her scribbles:: Ring? Fellow?

<Loria> ::smooths out her skirt:: So... what color do you like, Gloss?

<Glossaria> ::instantly:: Green. But the choice is yours.

<Glossaria> ::touches her hair:: If needed, I can change my hair color, but it's not always... reliable.

<Vallel> ::snorts:: you should have seen it plaid, that one time...

<Loria> ::considers Gloss carefully:: Well, I'll have to think about it. I don't know who else to ask to stand with me...

<Glossaria> ::hesitantly:: One of your sisters... perhaps the youngest?

<Loria> Polla? ::thinks:: That might work... I'm certainly not going to ask Bess.

<Glossaria> ::looks a little sad:: No.

<Loria> ::considers:: I'm still trying to decide on *when*. We're going to have two ceremonies... one here and one in Alanis...

<Glossaria> Oh, that will be so romantic! Will you have the same wedding party in both places? ::looking a little wary:: Mistress duNache may not allow Polla to go if she knows very much about Alanis, I'm afraid....

<Vallel> ::chortling:: Oh, you think my mother would refuse to let my boy-crazy fourteen year old sister go to a city where group marriages are the norm? Whyever not?

<Glossaria> ::looks uncertain:: That was... sarcasm?

<Loria> ::blushing furiously:: It would definitely broaden her horizons...

<Glossaria> ::peers at Loria interestedly:: Oh?

<Loria> ::nodding:: Well, she is pretty... and interested in men... I daresay she'd... well, you know.

<Vallel> ::snorting:: She'd be lucky not to miss the joining all together...

<Glossaria> ::inquires brightly:: Shava?

<Loria> ::nodding:: She's been boy crazy since she was eleven... Father's caught her about five times in the barn with boys... ::glances at Vallel:: But he's been pretty watchful, since Val and Tarri nearly incinerated each other.

* Vallel blushes. "That was a *long* time ago."

<Glossaria> ::giggles:: Memories of the event seem not to have faded, love.

<Loria> ::turning to Gloss:: Although, with Polla, it'd probably be a lot more Lin than Shava...

<Glossaria> Ah? Um, "puppy love"?

<Loria> Well, sort of... She seems to collect kisses like they were trophies...

<Glossaria> ::blinks:: But... a kiss is not... concrete?

* Kevil comes back into the room, led by the Staff. "What is this?" He kisses Loria's cheek. "Zoya offers her congratulations, n'shava, and says we will have to negotiate travel at a later date - I seem to have interrupted some research." He rolls his eyes. "Which is only to say I did not interrupt her sleep."

<Vallel> ::laughs:: It's an expression, love... Polla makes a mental tick-mark every time she gets another boy to kiss her.

<Glossaria> Ah, I see. ::cocks her head:: Like bird-watching.

<Loria> ::kisses Kevil:: Of course... maybe she should put aside an hour a week to actually talk to real people?

<Kevil> ::laughs:: Perhaps... ::eyes Glossaria:: You might prevail upon her to come to the Meadehall occasionally.

<Glossaria> ::nods:: I can try, Master Kevil, but... well, *I* am the apprentice, after all.

<Kevil> ::grins:: You might be surprised how much influence an apprentice can have over her master... ::he grins at Vallel:: No need to mention that to Sabrina, however...

<Glossaria> ::giggles::

<Vallel> ::crosses his heart and kisses his finger:: Not a word.

<Kevil> ::grins::

<Glossaria> ::cocks her head, watching Vallel's gesture:: Does that have meaning?

<Vallel> ::nodding:: It sort of means "I really promise". It's a little kid thing.

<Glossaria> Hmmm... ::looks interested, and starts jotting a few more notes:: I wonder if it has origins in a priestly or magical physical component...

<Kevil> ::eyes Glossaria with amusement::

<Loria> ::looks at Kevil:: Is there a traditional time for circle-joining?

<Kevil> I do not know if there is enough weight to call it "tradition", but the most popular time is just after the rains, when the desert flowers are in bloom... closely followed by Midsummer, which is already a festival.

<Glossaria> Oh... ::looking up and blushing:: I'm doing it again, aren't I?

<Loria> That's all right, sister... you wouldn't be you if you weren't constantly thinking... ::she laughs lightly::

<Glossaria> ::smiles delightedly:: Oh! I wasn't aware you were familiar with the works of Carte on the proof of existence!

Cat: PING request

<Kevil> ::blinks at Glossaria, then grins and shrugs::

<Loria> ::considers:: Is our midsummer and the Alani mid-summer lined up? ::seems to be working with some sort of calender in her head::

<Kevil> Ah... ::frowns and counts on his fingers:: More or less. There is perhaps a week's difference.

<Loria> ::glancing at him:: How soon did you want to do this, my love?

* Vallel grins at Gloss, his smile fond. "Aren't they cute?"

<Glossaria> ::smiles back at him:: They're a lovely couple. ::dropping her voice to a whisper:: I'm so proud of him!

* Loria blushes furiously, sticking her tongue out at Vallel.

<Kevil> ::eyes Loria:: This is a test, I can see it... Option one: The correct answer is, of course, "as soon as possible". Option two: The correct answer is, "I shall be content with whatever you feel is best." ::he glances at Vallel with a grin:: I am sure I am forgetting something...

<Vallel> ::drawling:: yes dear, you're right, I'm sorry.

<Kevil> ::chuckles, then looks at Loria speculatively:: Um... "as soon as you are comfortable with?" ::grins hopefully::

<Glossaria> ::giggles and elbows Vallel in the ribs::

<Loria> ::thinking:: Well, Spring weddings and summer weddings are popular...

<Glossaria> ::helpfully:: Alanis has rain in the spring, does it not?

<Kevil> ::shakes his head:: Winter.

<Kevil> ::grins:: Inasmuch as there *is* winter in the desert.

<Loria> Well, I certainly wouldn't object to spending *our* winters in the desert. I hate being cold. ::grinning slyly at Kevil:: And it would keep me from putting my feet all over you at night.

<Kevil> ::laughs:: Winter is *not* my favorite season, either... You have a bargain, n'shava.

<Loria> ::calculates:: What about... a late summer wedding here, then an early winter joining there?

<Kevil> ::nods:: That would be fine... We will want to be in Alanis at least a few weeks beforehand, to make arrangements.

<Loria> ::nodding:: All right then, that's mostly settled... ::turns to Gloss:: Do you have a calender around here?

<Glossaria> Of course. Alani or Harptosian?

<Loria> Harptosian... ::grinning:: I think we'll worry about which day in Alani when we get there...

<Glossaria> ::nods and stands, going to her desk and retrieving a calendar::

<Loria> ::laughing slightly:: Missa said you were wealthy... I hope so, my heart, because two weddings might be very expensive... are they elaborate affairs, in Alani?

<Kevil> ::laughs:: It varies... With only a few weeks to plan, we may have to settle for something simple - only family and close friends.

<Loria> ::flips through the calender, settling on Elasias:: What about here? ::points to the calendar::

<Kevil> ::looks at the calendar, then shrugs and nods:: That looks fine, n'shava.

<Loria> ::smiling:: All right, then... I'll work on planning more later...

* Vallel sighs with relief. "Good... I had enough planning for my own wedding..."

<Kevil> ::laughs::

<Loria> Wretch! ::grins at him::

<Glossaria> ::smiles:: *Who* planned your wedding, love?

<Kevil> ::grins at Vallel, and reaches for Loria's hand:: Shall we leave them to the discussion?

<Loria> ::standing up, she takes his hand:: Probably...

<Vallel> ::laughs, kissing Gloss's cheek:: You and Ma, mostly. I still had to listen to all of it... ::grins at her:: Not that I minded, but really... one wedding is enough for me.

<Glossaria> ::smiles, and turns to Loria:: *I* would happily help, Loria, if you require it.

<Loria> ::nodding:: All right... I'll come visit later, and we'll leave these two behind...

* Kevil manages not to look relieved, but only barely.

* Loria hugs Gloss quickly, then embraces her brother.

<Glossaria> ::smiles at Kevil's expression:: It's-- ::copying Goodwife duNache's accent fairly well:: "womenfolk's business"?

<Vallel> ::nodding:: Something like that...

<Kevil> ::laughs:: Truly - if I knew *how* to help, I would be willing. But I get the most urgent feeling that my best contribution will be to stay out of the way.

<Loria> ::sweetly:: I'm sure Gloss could lend you several books about wedding planning.

<Glossaria> ::nods eagerly:: I developed quite a collection in the course of my own wedding plans...

<Kevil> ::grins:: I am certain. ::he eyes Loria, then shrugs:: If you could perhaps pick out the one or two that were *most* helpful, I would appreciate it.

<Glossaria> ::nods again, and beams:: I would be delighted to. I'll have them for you by tomorrow.

<Kevil> Thank you. ::he offers Loria his arm:: Shall we?

<Loria> Of course, my heart... ::winking at Gloss:: We could stop at the fabric shop on the way home.

<Glossaria> ::smiles, and giggles at their respective expressions::

<Kevil> ::brightens:: Yes? I need to place an order for a new sash in any case...

<Glossaria> Perhaps *that* aspect won't be as difficult, Loria.

<Loria> ::laughing:: Come on, you... you... fop.

<Kevil> ::grins and leads Loria out of the room::

* Glossaria gets up and precedes the couple to show them to the door.

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