She smiles gleefully clasping her hands together.

"I'm going to court…I must get ready."

She practically twirls, as her feet patter quickly upstairs.

"Well she's very forthcoming when she wants something," Bram says suspiciously, drying a mug with a cloth. "Isn't she just?" says Greycane with a grin, as he watches the woman's ascent of the stairs.

The table is cleared and you are ready to move on, but Elanna has still not returned. "The King waits on no one you know," Bram says after a time. You get up, about to leave when Elanna appears, a long flowing pearlescent gown clinging to her as she heads down the stairs. Where she obtained such finery is a question for another time, and one few care to ask as they watch her.

Greycane steps forward, lifts her hand and kisses it with a flourish. "Perhaps for this he would not mind waiting," he smiles.

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