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Game Received: Goldie's kissing game, Day 418, Evening (Challenge with Moonrise)
Team Played With: n/a
Memory Form: little wrapped boxes. Open them to reveal a memory! Re-wrap it and you can let them re-open it to view the memory themselves. Only once though!
(BOOK 2 MEMORY -- summarize Nightgown ride/fight with her father)
Laren well remembered that whole affair; she could still hear Neff's voice ringing through the throne room as he announced Karigan's name-and title: "Karigan G'ladheon, sub-chief of Clan G'ladheon!"
Zachary and Laren had exchanged surprised glances, surprised because they thought by this time
never to see her here again.
Karigan had been accompanied by an entourage of a cargo master and guards, a secretary, and numerous servants; an entourage large enough to rival any noble's. Zachary stoodunconsciously, Laren had thought-as Karigan glided down the runner, the sun that slanted through the tall windows shining on long brown hair, worn loose across her shoulders. She was draped in elegant silks of purple and blue, the clan colors.
When finally she had come before the throne, she put her hand to her heart and bowed. Her entourage was two seconds behind in emulating her. What followed was an unbelievable display of wares servants bringing before Laren and Zachary bolts of high quality wools dyed a perfect forest green, five different grades of leather, from supple to hard, gold silk and thread for formal uniforms, furs to line winter greatcoats, and the finest linens Laren had ever seen. Servants presented hogsheads filled with buttons and buckles, and samples of silver and iron.
Stevic G'ladheon was following up on his agreement to supply the Green Riders, but previous shipments had gone straight to the quartermaster without much ado, and none had been of this magnitude. It made Laren wonder what lay behind this display. Had Karigan come to flaunt her status as sub-chief and her defiance of the Rider call? If so, such arrogance was not like the Karigan she remembered.
Laren glanced at Zachary and had to do a double take He looked entranced, not so much by the wares brought before him, but by Karigan, who supervised her servants with gentle authority, using but a nod or a gesture of her hand to direct them. She held herself, well, aristocratically, a description she would not have appreciated. She had matured a good deal since last they had seen her. Zachary's expression was inscrutable.
When the display of wares finally ceased, Karigan had said, "Clan G'ladheon makes one final offering." She turned to the cargo master and started pulling rings off her fingers. "Sevano, these are my official seals and clan rings. Please see that they return home safely."
The old man's eyes grew large. "What are ye doing, lass? Those are important"
She did not stop but removed a medallion from around her neck. "I do not need this either."
Laren thought the old man was going to faint. "Your authority from the guild as-as sub-chief. What are ye doing?"
Karigan ignored his question and turned to her secretary, who blanched. "Robert, I will leave all receipts, ledgers, and written authorities in your care."
Addressing all her people she said, "This decision was made over a month ago." She removed her cloak and handed it to a servant. When she faced Laren and the king again, Laren saw not only the glitter of tears in her eyes, but pinned to her blouse, the gold winged horse brooch which had lain concealed beneath her cloak.
This all had been a carefully executed statement after all, Laren thought. Not a flaunting of what Karigan had become, but a demonstration of what she was giving up.
Karigan then fell to her knee before Zachary, her deep blue skirts pooling on the floor around her. She bowed her head. "I offer my service to the king as a Green Rider."
Laren's heart sang with gladness and she saw a flash of triumph in Zachary's eyes. He stepped down the dais, took her hand, and raised her to her feet. "I accept."
In Karigan's face, she saw not only resignation, but relief. Relief of a deed finally done. After Karigan's bewildered entourage had left, and before the Chief Rider could come collect Karigan to get her outfitted and situated at Rider barracks, Karigan had handed Laren an envelope with the G'ladheon seal on it. "From my father," Karigan said.
Team Played With: n/a
Memory Form: little wrapped boxes. Open them to reveal a memory! Re-wrap it and you can let them re-open it to view the memory themselves. Only once though!
(BOOK 2 MEMORY -- summarize Nightgown ride/fight with her father)
Laren well remembered that whole affair; she could still hear Neff's voice ringing through the throne room as he announced Karigan's name-and title: "Karigan G'ladheon, sub-chief of Clan G'ladheon!"
Zachary and Laren had exchanged surprised glances, surprised because they thought by this time
never to see her here again.
Karigan had been accompanied by an entourage of a cargo master and guards, a secretary, and numerous servants; an entourage large enough to rival any noble's. Zachary stoodunconsciously, Laren had thought-as Karigan glided down the runner, the sun that slanted through the tall windows shining on long brown hair, worn loose across her shoulders. She was draped in elegant silks of purple and blue, the clan colors.
When finally she had come before the throne, she put her hand to her heart and bowed. Her entourage was two seconds behind in emulating her. What followed was an unbelievable display of wares servants bringing before Laren and Zachary bolts of high quality wools dyed a perfect forest green, five different grades of leather, from supple to hard, gold silk and thread for formal uniforms, furs to line winter greatcoats, and the finest linens Laren had ever seen. Servants presented hogsheads filled with buttons and buckles, and samples of silver and iron.
Stevic G'ladheon was following up on his agreement to supply the Green Riders, but previous shipments had gone straight to the quartermaster without much ado, and none had been of this magnitude. It made Laren wonder what lay behind this display. Had Karigan come to flaunt her status as sub-chief and her defiance of the Rider call? If so, such arrogance was not like the Karigan she remembered.
Laren glanced at Zachary and had to do a double take He looked entranced, not so much by the wares brought before him, but by Karigan, who supervised her servants with gentle authority, using but a nod or a gesture of her hand to direct them. She held herself, well, aristocratically, a description she would not have appreciated. She had matured a good deal since last they had seen her. Zachary's expression was inscrutable.
When the display of wares finally ceased, Karigan had said, "Clan G'ladheon makes one final offering." She turned to the cargo master and started pulling rings off her fingers. "Sevano, these are my official seals and clan rings. Please see that they return home safely."
The old man's eyes grew large. "What are ye doing, lass? Those are important"
She did not stop but removed a medallion from around her neck. "I do not need this either."
Laren thought the old man was going to faint. "Your authority from the guild as-as sub-chief. What are ye doing?"
Karigan ignored his question and turned to her secretary, who blanched. "Robert, I will leave all receipts, ledgers, and written authorities in your care."
Addressing all her people she said, "This decision was made over a month ago." She removed her cloak and handed it to a servant. When she faced Laren and the king again, Laren saw not only the glitter of tears in her eyes, but pinned to her blouse, the gold winged horse brooch which had lain concealed beneath her cloak.
This all had been a carefully executed statement after all, Laren thought. Not a flaunting of what Karigan had become, but a demonstration of what she was giving up.
Karigan then fell to her knee before Zachary, her deep blue skirts pooling on the floor around her. She bowed her head. "I offer my service to the king as a Green Rider."
Laren's heart sang with gladness and she saw a flash of triumph in Zachary's eyes. He stepped down the dais, took her hand, and raised her to her feet. "I accept."
In Karigan's face, she saw not only resignation, but relief. Relief of a deed finally done. After Karigan's bewildered entourage had left, and before the Chief Rider could come collect Karigan to get her outfitted and situated at Rider barracks, Karigan had handed Laren an envelope with the G'ladheon seal on it. "From my father," Karigan said.