505-09-15 Farewell to Garett

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Beach - Village

A long stretch of sandy beach protrudes suddenly from a natural rock wall. The water laps up to the shore, often making its way all the way to the rocks beyond during high tide. The golden sand stretches out a long way to the east and west, providing a vast expanse for entertainment. As one gets closer to the piers on west end of the beach, it could be noted that the location that used to be such a popular place under the pier is no longer accessible. Near the eastern end, the rocks form a tide pool.

The remains of a large cargo ship, buried in the sand, have become a permanent part of the surroundings. At a skewed angle, part of of the prow and the deck stick out of the beach. There is a hole in the side to the shade within.

The tide is low and slack. It's overcast, warm and gusty.

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 Players:
 Phailin                   Weath                     Drake          
 Duke Raziel               Bella                     Khalani                  
 Lark                      Leon                      Eamonn                   
 Paley                     Phoenix                   Princess Eleanor 
 Card                      Mathis                    Dyonith        
 Parlan                    Duchess Arianell          Helena                   
 Roslyn                    Avery                     Delita                   
 Matthew                   Melody                    Jasil                    
 Ragnar                    Catherine                 Dorian         
 Duchess Aileana           Duke Phineas              Ysora          
 Ahnlana                   Empress Mena              Phoebe                   

Keeper North <KN>

Avery got up. Dressed all in black. Went down to the beach. And he never came back.

Not exactly on that last line. But standing out against the sands of the beach, Lord Avery Lytton is standing before the pyre that carries the remains of his f.. third born. Second son. Both of them are gone now. And in neither case, he could do nothing for them.

But while he could not be at the funeral for one of them, Garett has not had his father leave his side since the old man returned to Gateway. Like a silent honor guard, the father is protective of his lad, even in death. The devoid of emotion that is marked in Avery's face is not reflected in his eyes as he folds his arms behind his back and waits. Soon, he will no longer be able to protect his boy anymore, and will have to give him back to Providence.

Melody sees her father standiing out against the sands of the beach, before the pyre that carries her brother. She makes her way over, and places a hand on the man's shoulder. "Hi Daddy," she says, in a somber tone. She avoids looking at the pyre directly.

Phoebe Forester emerges from the Keeper North. Draped in black and wearing a black cloak with a silver snowflake, she is followed by 3 cloaked individuals - also in black as she walks towards the pyre. There is not a single word uttered by the woman.

Bella and her two boys are accompanied by the usual two guards and a nanny. She stays back near the wall, allowing the boys to climb on the rocks there. With the nanny keeping a watchful eye on the boys, Bella makes her way forward.

Drake Ravensford is standing off a ways, as the proceedings have not started yet. He is also silent, gazing thoughtfully out to the sea, hands clasped behind his back.

Matthew stands away from those gathering for the funeral and the pyre that bears the body of the man he's only heard about in recent days. Silently observing, he does focus on Avery standing closest and then Melody and Phoebe. Some are just noticed by way of recognizing their features. Others, he simply watches as both arms lift to fold against his chest loosely.

At the touch on his shoulder, Avery tilts his head, eyes moving from that which he has lost to that which he has only recently gained. "Melody." he offers with a nod of his head, his expression not softening in the least as he lifts his head at the approach of the Forester Baronesses.

There is a tip forward of his head the woman who would have been daughter - but in some ways, is already blood relations. "Phoebe, evening." he manages in greeting, voice hollow as he moves two steps to the right, giving the spot over to the would-be wife, beckoning Melody to follow him.

Rhydian quickly arrives in all black. His bright blue eyes glancing to the pyre. His face solum as he glances to the Baronesses as she enters. He lowers his head in respect and steps into the crowd silent, not knowing what to say, if anything.

Melody looks over at Phoebe as she approaches the pyre. "Excellency," she says, giving her a curtsey. She does take those two steps back with her father, a hand slipping towards his, gripping it, if he allows it.

A shooting star zips across the sky.

Phoebe's features are neutral and impassive. If the woman had spent the morning weeping, it is difficult to tell. Her steps follow her to the place where Avery leaves for her, but she only permits him a nod. A respectful one, she doesn't actually speak his name like he did hers. Her hands clasp in front of her stomach, her gaze upon the body therein.

Bella notices that the family of the deceased, and the former fiancee, her sister-in-law, are in no mood for being paid condolences at the moment. She makes her way back to the wall, where her boys are playing quietly on the rocks with the Nanny.

Drake turns from the water, his eyes falling once more upon the pyre. He moves closer to the gathering, still very quiet.

As he feels the hand in his, Avery squeezes Melody's in response, then speaks quietly to her. "Steady, daughter mine. This is not a farewell so much as 'we will meet again'." he comments gently to her. "We are Guardian. Strong, proud, and he died as fitting as such. Be proud and strong for him. He is still watching, after all."

Phineas descends the steps to the beach with Aileana on his arm, a glance up at the cloudy sky given with flat-lipped disapproval. He crosses the sandy expanse toward those gathered.

Melody looks up at Avery, squeezing his hand in return, and nodding. "Yes, Daddy," she says, her voice a bit stronger now after his words to her. She quietly waits for the service to begin.

With four knights accompanying her, the Empress steps onto the beach and quietly walks toward the gathering. Duke Raziel enters, his two guardsmen at his side, and just behind, walking in synchronized motions. He moves over, slowly, to where Phoebe is, "Phoebe," he says, quietly, solemnly. And, as he stands next to her, his eyes, too, fall towards the body, then, paying his respects. After a long moment, he looks towards Phoebe, "I will remember he gave his life, to preserve life. Though the loss is a grevious one, it is one that Mists shall not forget. Nor I." And, lightly he moves to squeeze Phoebe's shoulder, gently.

Phoebe is closest to the pyre and is flanked by three individuals in jet black cloaks, Avery and Melody to her right.

Aileana just holds on to her husband's arm, her own expression rather unreadable, but there is clearly a mournful expression she holds to one that would give her close study.

Bella is standing back near the wall, with her two boys, nanny and two guards. The boys are playing quietly on the rocks, and Bella is simply watching as people enter the area.

Avery, dressed in black as well, is standing in the place of the honor guard, having not left his son's side since he arrived on the island. The old lord keeps his eyes back towards the pyre. "I thank you for allowing me the chance to deliver the eulogy, Excellency." he says quietly to the Baroness.

Phoebe inclines her head to Raziel, but says nothing to him. A subsequent nod to Avery at his comment. Still, the Forester Baroness has not said a word since her arrival.

Accompanied by an Ethos guard Helena arrives on the beach. There are the required curtsies given, but she remains quiet and stays a bit back from the group. Matthew carefully unfolds his arms as more begin to gather. However quiet, he still lingers near the back of the grouping that has managed to gather.

Mena nods here and there to those she makes eye contact with. Otherwise, she tries to remain as unobtrusive as a knightly-surrounded Empress can, hovering near the other members of her family.

Phailin steps out onto the beach. Scanning the area. One can't miss Mena so she begins to go in that direction. Giving nods and curtsies as she makes her way to her family members, to.

Dyonith makes his way in and offers a bow to the highest ranking nobility that being the empress, then a bow to Pheobe. Before letting Catherine go, detaching himself from her with a apologetic smile and making his way off to a distance to stay and watch from a small distance.

Purple, gold, and vermillion clouds grace the western sky as the sun descends toward the west.

Appearing among the crowd, Phoenix stays within the close vicinity of the other Foresters. He does not join with them, staying towards the outskirts of their gathering.

Weath makes his way onto the beach. If Phailin hasn't already posed him, then Liam is here too, of course. He wouldn't miss it.

Mathis is with Lani, standing quietly with his beau.

Catherine dips into the customary recognitions of those above her station. She doesn't linger, rather following a similar path towards the back.

Card stands at somewhat of a distance, an ironic smoke between his lips as he watches the scene.

Lark makes her way up to a position slightly to the back and side of Phoebe. A very somber little face attending to her employer.

Rosy makes her way down to the beach. Her eyes growing wide at all the people here. She chooses to stand at the outskirts, simply an observer. Figuring someone from Mists should show support or something. She's quiet as she lingers near the back.

Duke Raziel pauses, suddenly, in his departure from Phoebe's side. He gives a sharp inhale, and looks upon the body once more, then he closes his eyes. "May everything go as well as you hope, in the future, Phoebe," he well-wishes. "When all is laid to rest, we should speak more of things to come. For now, know that my thoughts, and heart go with you." And, with that, he slowly retreats, bowing low for the Empress, nodding to the Duchy of Green Fields with an incline of his head of respect, and giving a sharp nod to the other gathered nobles. For a few moments, he looks distracted, at least until his eyes settle on Rhydian. It is to the younger man he, and his entourage of guards move, and settle. Low, and quiet the Duke Regent muses, "Lord Ammon, of Dark Waters. An unexpected surprise. Welcome to Gateway. I fear you've picked a poor time to come. But, your presence is appreciated, and noted, no doubt."

Duke Phineas's dark eyes trail after Raziel, a slow inclination of his head given expressionlessly. He and Aileana take a position near to Phoebe, where family should.

Ysora limps in with Eamonn, leaning on her husband for support as they move forward to pay respects to the lord from Crucible. She looks about for Avery and Delita, for Phoebe. It's a little difficult to pick individuals out yet, though. For once she doesn't even give the sculptures of the weresharks any dirty looks.

Drake watches the rounds and rounds of well-wishing, sympathizing, grieving. His own eyes are dull with the experience of it, as if the tableau brings back his own demons of memory. He remains unobtrusive and silent.

Phoebe is near the pyre. Avery and Melody to the right. Lark slightly behind and to the left. Three cloaked figures are near her like vigilant guards. The rest of the Foresters have adopted presences near her towards the left side of her. She simply stands stoic, watching the large buildup of wood where the body rests. Raziel's commentary is noted, still with only the smallest movement of her head.

Rhydian bows at his waist to the Duke, "Thank you for your welcome. It is a tragic time and I hope the family will have happier times in the future." He stands tall and his lips twitch in a little smile, "Thank you again...?" He searches for a name that is alluding him.

Finally, as the sun hits a certain point, Avery realizes it's time. Glancing up just in time to see a shooting star in the sky, the old lord gets a small upturn in his lips at the irony. Releasing Melody's hand, he steps away from her, and towards the funeral pyre, where Garett lies in state. As he arrives at the front, he turns to look out over the crowd, drawing in a slow, steadying breath. There's a momentary glance back towards where his son lies, and he says quietly. "...you were influential, my son. Never doubt that." With that, he turns his head back to the crowd. "Good evening." the old General says, voice raising to catch attention. "Friends, family, loved ones and those that cared for Garett Alexander Lytton, I bid you welcome to his send-off." he says firmly, hands to his side, back straight.

"For those that do not know who I am, because my son touched you and I did not, I am Avery Lytton, Lord of Knife's Edge and Garett's father. Tonight, we have gathered to honor Garett Lytton and celebrate his life and to prepare him for his voyage into the next world. As such, before I deliver the eulogy, I ask that any that wish to share a memory of Garett, a thought, a prayer, or an object for his journey, I welcome you forward at this time as a comrade in arms and as family for this night." the old man offers with a tilt of his head. "As his father, I will deliver the first object for his journey." With that, he removes his sword belt, folding it in his hands and turns to Garett, setting it across his chest. "I know this belt has tanned your hide a good number of times, my boy, but it's yours now. May you never need this, lad, but if you do, it is already sharpened, ready for use in the defense of Providence and her souls." Setting down the sword and belt with trembling fingers, he turns, and waits to welcome the first visitor.

One of Razie's guards gives a polite cough, and offers to the young Lord, Rhydian, helpfully, "Duke Regent Raziel Devonshire, Lord," as quietly as possible, hoping that Raziel doesn't overhear him. If he does, Raziel doesn't notice. Instead, the Duke's gaze moves to Phineas again, briefly, before nodding slowly to Rhydian, "I am certain they shall, Lord Ammon. As will we all, if we hold true to our faiths, and remain vigilant against the encroaching Darkness." Then, he quiets as Avery begins speaking.

Some have come sooner to the funeral than others; Leon slips in just as Lord Avery speaks up, adjusting the collar of his jacket and running a hand through windswept hair. It does little good. He lingers at the rear of the crowd.

Phoebe pulls out a small ring from her cloak. Studying it for a moment or two, it is slipped back inside the lining of her cloak and the woman remains silent.

When Avery welcomes people to come forward, it is the Empress that steps forward first. A small object, round and silver, is produced from her pocket as she approaches the pyre. "I did not know Garett as well as others, but I well recognized his potential. It saddens me to know that it is extinguished. For you," she says, now looking toward Garett and slipping the coin into his cold hand. "For we will always be in debt to you," she says, then steps back to rejoin her family. Phoebe glances at one of the cloaked individuals and leans in to murmur softly. The words are unheard, but the figure departs the scene quietly.

Card moves up after the Empress, though the scarred rogue says nothing. He simply pulls out a ratty-looking playing card, ace of spades, and tucks it under the sword belt so that it won't blow away in the breeze. Then he gives the pyre a rap with his knuckles and drifts wordlessly back to his solitary spot.

Lark has a small flask with her, not a terribly expensive one. She pours a bit of a rich red wine, perhaps a bit too crimson for the circumstances, but translucent. "I hope that the Baroness always treasures her memories of sharing her hours with you. You were kind." There may be something else murmured, but certainly not heard.

Lin approaches the body. Flowers of a different variety held in her hands. She murmurs when she gets closer to the body, "Flowers to see your journey home. To help you remember the colors of life even when death precedes you. You will not be forgotten." She'll attempt to place the flowers in the direction of Garett's lifeless hands before she steps back. Waiting till Lark says her piece before she does this and take her approach.

Drifting forward from the Forester contingent, Phoenix removes a pouch from the inside pocket of his jacket. He has no words for the moment. Silently, he sets the small leather pouch on the pyre before moving away to stand behind his family again.

Stepping away from Khalani for a moment, Mathis approaches the pyre, having to stand on his tip toes to reach it. Taking out a hat, he hands it over. "Keep cool in the shade, my friend." he says with a smile, as he steps back from the pyre and heads back to join the Baroness Amphorae.

Ysora approaches with Eamonn and takes an arrow out, setting it on the pyre. Rather businesslike and perhaps not terribly personal. "From one marine to another, for your service to Crucible, Guardian, and the Empire." There's a good gruff marine sound effect tossed in before she moves back to her place, all limp and no cane.

Avery, despite outranking Ysora in military manners, returns the salute for his son. "Hooah, Your Excellency."

Eamonn heads up to the pyre beside Ysora. He stands silently while she speaks, smiling faintly at the gruff noise, and then takes out a small crystal bottle of brandy, which he sets beside the other items. "You were always a sensible fellow, and had good taste in liquor. We should have talked more often," he says, before stepping away with his wife.

Duchess Arianell has been here all along, but it's only when she steps out from behind Ysora and Eamonn that she's likely recognized. "May Providence guard your crossroads, Lord Garett," she says softly, reaching out to gently set a compass on the pyre. "And may your path be as certain and unwavering beyond as it was here." She stills for a moment, chin lowering in some silent prayer, before finally stepping back.

Ahnlana comes in late, moving as quickly as she can with a full mug of ale. "Sorry," she says breathlessly, giving a random groupwide curtsey for all the nobility before she slows and makes her way up to the pyre. She sets the mug down carefully. "We never did drink together, Lord Garett, but this is what people think of most likely when they think of me. Thank you for dancing with me." She bites her lower lip hard and retreats back to the group, blinking hard.

Babies and funerals most certainly don't mix. But Delita still has brought hers to her son's funeral, having refused to leave her with someone else. And she now returns to the funeral proper, having finished attending to baby things, moving slowly towards the front where her husband is.

Melody makes her way towards the pyre, where her brother's dead body lays. She seems to have a hard time looking at it. However, she pulls out a small package from her pocket, and lays it near his hand. It's a necklace, made of some kind of silver alloy, nothing fancy. It has the sigil of Guardians upon the pendant. "My mom gave me this when I was little," she says, "Said it was from my dad. I wore it always, and want you to have it, to remind you of your little sister. I will always cherish the short time we had together, Garett. I love you." The girl starts to choke up, and she quickly moves away, and back to her father's side.

Phineas steps up to the pyre, guiding his wife along with him. "Garett Lytton. You were always a solid man, never anything but a joy to know. I welcomed you to stand among my family as a brother. Love light your way, love chart your course on whatever pathway your spirit may walk." He draws something out of the folds of his garment, a black wrapped cloth bundle, and settles this near Garett's hand.

Aileana walks up with her husband, her hand light on his arm as she allows him to speak for the pair. She does dip her head in agreement, a sad smile finding her lips.

While Phoebe has presented no item to place upon the pyre, the woman steps slightly forward. The cloaked figure sent off, returns with two men, each carrying a large keg and a chest being toted by the cloaked figure. Phoebe's voice - cold as ice - lifts from her lips and reaches out across the beach, "Garett Alexander Lytton faced many trials. Trial of loyalty. Trial of faith. Trial of duty. He crossed many threshholds to achieve his goals and to stand for what he believed in. He stood up against odds unnamed. He faced those who would persecute him for what he was or who he cared for. He did not give up. He gave his last and dying breath to protect that which he loved. In Guardian tradition, I have heard that is the most honourable way to go. In Mistian, we cherish those who die trying to better themselves - and in this, I believe he did as well. The Fields cherish those who work hard and give from themselves to their community and their people. He met each of these expectations." A pause as Phoebe takes a slow breath. "I love Garett. My family accepted him and he was a good man. He would have made a good husband." Another breath, and Phoebe swallows before continuing. "We perform this ceremony on Gateway because it is a symbol of who Garett was. He was on the threshold of leaving his home of Guardians. He had not yet crossed the pivotal point to Mists. He was on the Gateway to a new life. Since we will not move him to Guardian for entombment, and he will not be placed upon the Isle of Mists, then I have brought a tradition from the Fields. As Garett was about to become a Forester, and there is no doubt that no matter what Isle - be it Landry, Mists, Gateway, or the Fields, Foresters are from the Fields - we will share a celebration of his life. His success."

As Phoebe finishes speaking, the men with kegs set them down near her, and the trunk is opened to reveal a plethora of tankards.

Mena looks with sympathy upon her sister, her eyes brighter with emotion for a few moments as she listens to Phoebe's words.

Big man, big frown, big sword, small pose. Trahearn keeps to the back, and he can see over most heads anyways.

Eleanor bows her head when she hears Phoebe's speech. Showing her respect for the dead. Hands clasped before her.

Delita frees an arm from baby holding to gently rest her hand on Melody's shoulder, if the girl will let her. She bites her lower lip as Phoebe steps up, stiffening a bit, but she holds any comments she may have regarding the woman.

As personal objects are placed on the pyre and words spoken of Garett the Soranus lady keeps her head bowed and occasionally her lips move in a quiet prayer. When Phoebe speaks Helena's lifts and she watches and listens.

Melody gives Delita a reassuring expression as her stepmom places a hand on her shoulder. She stays near her stepmom and Dad, listening to Phoebe's eulogy.

Duke Eadric, who was here all the time with the duchess, stands with an arm loosely about the shoulders of his wife, expression somber, carved in stone.

Dyonith is there, just quiet and watchful, showing a quiet kind of reverence for the one who has passed away.

Noticing his wife, Avery nods slightly to Delita in recognition as he moves to stand at the front again, in front of his son's body. When the aged lord starts to speak, his inflection is strong. It's not the first time he has handled a military funeral - but this is his son. "The day I learned my son died, I met my newest daughter, Delora Alana Nadja Halfrith Lytton." Avery says with a look out over the crowd. "Garett never got the chance to meet his sister. At least his newest one." he says with a drawing in of his breath.

"Garett Alexander Lytton was never one to go with the grain with anything. When he was a small lad, he used to be the rambuctious sort, wouldn't listen to a lick of what I said, thought he was indestructible. But he was something special. He gained the trust of his people - everyone he met loved him immediately. That holds true even to this day as I look out amongst the crowd - as the Baroness said, he had touched every Isle in his own way, as I see Guardian, Fielder, Draughtian, Mistian, and Gateway citizens here. One man that can spread his heart to so many."

"When he came to Gateway, I was sure I would have to arrange a marriage for him. He was stubborn, I was pigheaded, and we fought all the time over his future. In the end, he took that decision out of my hands, knowing that it would be for the best. He always did know when to tell me that it was time for me to step back and be on his own. I don't doubt that he didn't love his people in Knife's Edge. Not at all. He loved them all. As he loved the Baroness Crescent Coast. The decision was a painful one for his soul and not one he made until he was sure that he would always feel that his homeland would be in good hands if it could not be in his hands." the old man folds his hands in front of him.

"There are many lessons we can learn from the life of Garett Lytton. To stand on your own. To not be afraid to listen to your heart. To not believe all that is said on a person. To believe in yourself. To love your family as much as you love yourself. To be proud of your heritage, even when you feel it's turned it's back on you." Avery finally sets his hand on the pyre, to steady himself. "My son was a lot of things. But most of all, he was a man of Gateway. He did Gateway proud in life. He did Gateway proud in death. Take these lessons with you as you walk away tonight. To remember that Garett Lytton was another one of those special people that can draw together all walks of life - commoner, noble, mage, warrior, thief, vagabond, knight. As you are questioning someone or their motives or intentions, remember the lesson of a man that defied the very odds to stand up for something that so few could ever understand."

"I end tonight, with a poem. A favorite from when I served the Gaurdian military, and one I always told my son when he was a child. Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room. I am I, and you are you: Whatever we were to each other, we are still. Call me by my old familiar name; Speak to me in the easy way you always used, Put no difference into your tone; Wear no air of solemnity or sorrow; Laugh as we always laughed, At the little jokes we enjoyed together; Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever. The household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect; Without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is this death but negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, For an interval, somewhere, very near. Just around the corner. All is well." With that, the old man steps back to join Delita at her side.

Ysora reaches for her husband's time as Avery speaks of listening to your heart, and then turns to look over her shoulder to where she spied Helena earlier when he mentions family and heritage. She smiles at her cousin and mouths some affectionate statement or another to her.

Phoebe is silent as she reaches to one of her nearby attendants, a torch is taken from the figure as she regards it. "From whence he came, now he returns. Like the breath at birth, we give back." Phoebe offers in solemnity as she lowers the torch to the pyre and the flames begin to spread. Soaked in herbs and accelerants, the flames lick alone the pyre in a rapid pace. Quickly forming the base of the pyre and it begins to grow up towards the sky.

The youngest Maritus remains near the crowd's edge, but as the words and eulogy are spoken, as the flame's touched to the pyre, he bows his head and murmurs what only Providence might hear.

As the flames start to consume the pyre, Nell turns her head to Eadric's chest.

Helena catches her cousin's glance and while there is no smile from the Soranus she inclines her head to Ysora, the mouthed words are accepted. Lord Avery's words seem to have affected her; she watches the lighting of the pyre with shimmering eyes and again her lips move in a quiet prayer.

Phoebe's gaze is vigilant, encompassing all of the pyre with a stoic expression. Her flaxen hair is down upon her shoulders as she dutifully watches her consorts return to where he came from.

Leaning against Khalani, Mathis twines his fingers in with the Baroness's, eyes lowering in prayer as he stays close to her for comfort and support.

Lin clasps her hand in Liam's. Quiet as she watches the pyre begin to burn. No expression seen as she watches this happen. Still near her other family members also.

As Phoebe starts the fire, Avery snaps to attention, eyes watching the pyre, the fire, his son, not leaving him at all, the old lord keeping ramrod straight and stoically calm. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. May the currents carry you to all you touched before you return home."

Delita's hand tightens on Melody's shoulder almost painfully as it's Phoebe who lights the fire, but she hurriedly pulls her hand free and looks down at the baby in her arms. A soft, "No..." is whispered.

As quietly as she came Rosy begins to make her retreat.

Roslyn walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Roslyn has left.

Melody brings out a black silk hankerchief from a pocket in her gown, as the young girl starts to cry when the fire is lighted. She grimaces as Delita squeezes her shoulder so tightly, but she doesn't move away. She places a hand on Delita's arm, reassuringly at her whispered words. Her eyes search out her father, and her tears dry up a bit, as she sees how stoic and calm he is.

Phineas watches the fire, flames reflected in his midnight eyes. Where his arm circles his wife, his fingers rub against her upper arm. Then, his attention turns slowly to Phoebe.

Catherine stands quietly towards the back. A sadness reflected in her eyes, though able to school it away from her expression quickly. She is merely another silent observer.

Pheonix stands in the background removed from family and group. A slim hand-rolled cigarette balances between his gloved fingertips, the serpentine vapor trails swirling around his features. He watches the pyre burn, the red-gold flames reflected in his grey eyes, attention occasionally wandering the faces of the crowd.

Matthew may have been a silent observer to the words spoken, but that doesn't mean he hasn't listened to them completely. Slightly dipping his head as the pyre is lit, it's a gesture done with respect before taking another step back. Already at the outskirts of the grouping, a single step places him slightly further.

Eamonn stands beside Ysora, for once his posture something approaching military, back ramrod straight. Some look away; he doesn't, just holding his wife's hand and watching as Phoebe lights the fire, and the pyre and its burden go up in flames.

Mena too watches the pyre with a heavy gaze, though, her attention is divided between it and the crowd, which she scans slowly.

Duke Raziel watches the fire burn, his jaw setting. He nods, once, and he considers something, perhaps. He looks to Phoebe, then, as if - well, almost as if seeking permission to do something? Perhaps?

Eadric's arms go more closely around his wife, holding Nell near as he watches the fire spread, cheek resting against the top of her head.

Aileana just rests her head against her husband as she watches the pyre with obvious sorrow to the loss of life.

Eleanor continues to keep her silence. Hands still clasped before her as she looks to the pyre and than downwards.

Avery continues to watching the flames consume his son and with it, hopes and dreams he had for the young lad. A bouncing baby boy on his knee. Playing with him in the yard, chasing each other through the streets of Knife's Edge. Bedtime stories, training, welcoming him home from a successful tour, showing him how to use a sword and a shield, talks on speaking to your heart, no matter how the world may disagree.

Khalani is quietly subdued as she watches the flames on the pyre, standing hand in hand with Mathis. Every now and then, she leans close to the young man, to say something softly to him.

Phoebe lowers her head and whispers something on the wind. There's no more loud words that echo from the Ice Princess' lips. Her chest rises and falls withh slow and laboured breaths. A glance around catches sight of Raziel and a faintest shake of her head at the man. She reaches up to brush her fingers against her hair, pulling it back as she looks around to the rest. Her lips briefly move, though nothing is heard. Her eyes glimmer faintly, reflections of the crimson orange flames perhaps.

Duke Raziel gives a faint nod of his head, then, perhaps at the pyre, and it's properness for such a man as Garett. He exhales, then moves towards Phineas, and he briefly exchanges quiet words with the Duke Green Fields, before turning to leave, his respects fully paid. A final look given to Garrett's pyre, his family, those who came, and Phoebe, before the Duke and his guards depart.

Everyone else is busy watching the fire; Trahearn Conway is watching the woman who started it. His mood, dark as the rest of the gathering, is set hard, expression involving scarcely a blink.

Phineas turns attention away from the fire, following the approach of Raziel. The quiet words offered are answered by a tip of the Fielder's head, wordless. His attention follows the man's retreat.

"I've made arrangements..." Delita says softly so Avery and Melody can hear and few others can, "...For... the ashes to be taken back to Knife's Edge."

Lark joins the Conway elder in keeping watch over Phoebe. Her eyes are damp with tears, but she's gone back to silence as she focuses her attention on her mistress.

Phoebe turns over to Delita, "The Ashes will not be going anywhere. You will be permitted three tankards full. One for each of your family in attendance. The rest will be distributed to those who remain, Lady." Phoebe's voice is cold and calculating as she addresses the woman near her. Her own voice? Not nearly as quiet.

Stepping away from the pyre, Avery doesn't take his eyes off of it for a moment, before he moves to Phoebe, and looks towards her to speak quietly, reaching up, hand hovering over her shoulder, but not quite touching as he speaks with her.

Avery mutters to Phoebe, "... Excellency,... that... our disagreements... things... have... out... that... my son were together,... never doubted... loved... you and you... that... peace..."

"You will not tell me what to do with my own son's ashes, Baroness." Delita replies firmly, looking up at the woman.

Dyonith raises his eyebrows as he glances up towards Phoebe and Delita a hint of a frown showing on his face. Yet he stays quiet and doesn't move from his spot

Melody looks distressed as Phoebe and Delita get into it... again... over Garett's remains. She takes a few steps back from her stepmom, and looks over at her Dad, concerned.

"Delita, that's enough." Avery hisses between his teeth. "...the appropriate ashes will be returned to Knife's Edge, and to Crescent Coast, and the other isle; as seen fit."

A messenger in Guardian livery and bearing an apologetic expression comes to the ducal couple, and Eadric turns to listen to a quiet message. Murmuring apologies to Arianell, the duke follows the messenger to one side, away from the beach.

Duke Eadric walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Duke Eadric has left.

Phoebe turns back to the pyre, "I'm not. I'm telling you what you're not doing with them. You may either shut your mouth and live with it, or be removed from my presence. I am not dealing with you. You rejected him in life. You will not try to steal him in death." Phoebe brushes off her gown a moment before looking back to the flames. "Each person in attendance will be given a tankard of ashes should they wish, as the tradition goes,"

Ahnlana slips out as soon as the fighting starts without a word.

Ahnlana walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Ahnlana has left.

Awkward! Ysora shifts uncomfortably and looks over at Eamonn.

Eamonn takes his eyes off the flames only as (surprise, surprise) the Lyttons and Phoebe begin to argue. He glances toward Eadric only to see the duke retreating, and so looks instead towards Phineas. He glances down at Ysora, and sidles a few steps closer to the duke to speak in a low tone, slipping a concerned glance towards the parents and the fiancee.

Eamonn mutters to Duke Phineas, "You... if this gets..."

As Eadric leaves, Nell turns her attention to the show-down. "That is enough," she says softly, though her voice is firm as she steps forward. "From both of you. Do either of you think Lord Garret would wish to see the people he loved treating each other this way?"

"No, Avery. /No/. I've let you have your way often enough. This is my turn. My son. Garett returns to Knife's Edge." Delita replies to Avery before turning back to Phoebe, "You will not dictate this to me. You have /no/ idea what was between my son and I. Obviously..." she practically spits the words out now, "You were not as close as you think, if you believe that. I came here to see his wedding; I would not have come had I rejected him as completely as you claim. You are the one who stole my son, Baroness. From the first, you have forced your will upon me. Garett is dead. No longer. You will not dictate to me what to do with my son's ashes."

Aileana does finally step away from her husband to ask, "Is there a misunderstanding of the Green Field's tradition performed here? Would you like an explanation of it further?" Her voice is gentle as she addresses Delita, in particular, "I would be happy to share with how honoring it is for this. You must have obviously agreed to the Fields tradition or he would have been brought to Guardians prior, and this argument would have happened before the funeral and not at the event meant to honor him, yes?"

Briony arrives from Keeper North.

Briony has arrived.

Phoebe has grown silent. Apparently, she isn't up for arguing any further. She is simply watching the fire flickering as the conversations continue around her.

Phailin just stares at Delita now. Than her gaze follows the others that are involved in this fight. A small frown marring her features. Only to smooth it out when Aileana makes her approach.

Duke Raziel pauses, and merely shakes his head as he parts at the fueding. Whatever commentary he has, however, he does not involve himself - not his affair.

Duke Raziel walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Duke Raziel has left.

Ragnar mutters to himself. "Fighting over bloody ashes. Fine way to honor the departed."

A bob of respect to those who out rank her, Khalani leans in to murmur quietly to Mathis and then the young pair slip out of the crowd.

Mathis seconds Lani's bob and follows into a bow.

"Melody, escort Delita away from here." The words from Avery's mouth apparently invite no argument as he looks between the two.

Khalani walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Khalani has left.

Mathis walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Mathis has left.

Phineas shoots a sidelong glance at Eamonn and a slight nod, jolting himself out of his player's idlin-- er-- his momentary reverie. He steps up behind his wife and rests a hand on her shoulders, watching Delita with something oddly like sympathy.

"Your Grace. You are mistaken. This is a /Guardians/ tradition. Practicality necessitated it be handled this way instead of a proper burial at home, or else I /would/ have had his body moved to Guardians." Delita responds to Aileana. She stands firm, not listening to Avery.

"Lord Avery," Nell says sharply at the man's words. "He is her son, and she grieves as well. Whatever went on between all of you in Garett's life, this is /not/ the time to play spiteful games." She turns to Delita then, offering a hand as she gentles her voice. "Lady Delita. You know that Lord Garett is no longer in the ashes. We are Guardians. We have gotten less than an entire body back before. Will you accept your part, and not begrudge others who loved your son their ways of honoring him?"

Eamonn nods at Phineas and leans away again, only to step up as well. He places himself somewhere roughly between Nell and Avery, closer to the duchess, and frowns at his vassals.

Ysora takes a few steps towards Nell as Eamonn steps towards Phineas. When the Duchess finishes, she nods and adds in a clear enough tone, "Garett was a good man. I say whatever you think he'd have wanted done. Whatever that might be."

Jasil has disconnected.

Mena watches the disagreement in silence through the length of it. When Phoebe grows silent in the face of it, she steps forward to stand at her sister's side, offering a hand.

Melody looks like she was about to leave, anyway. All this fighting over her brother's ashes has greatly upset her. When Delita refuses to go, though, Melody simply gives her father a look of sorrow, her tears flow again, as she turns tail and, holding her skirts in her hands, races up the stairs, sobbing.

Melody walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Melody has left.

Briony arrives late. Who knows why. Must be a phase of the moon. The woman limps slightly, using a cane to ease into the sand, her hair wild around her shoulders but shrouded under a scarf tied under her chin.

Helena watches the argument with a troubled expression, mixed with an uncomfortable one. Her gaze wanders over the crowd, perhaps to gauge other reactions, but hers doesn't change. Spying her cousin, Helena moves over to Leon's side and slips her arm through his, though she says nothing to him.

Stepping away from the others, Avery decides that he will not be the one negotiating tonight. His attention returns to the fire and he just watches it stoically. Everyone deals with death their own ways.

Phoebe casually reaches into her cloak and looks at Mena as she begins to bite a very strange green jelly looking substance. Well, that's obviously not normal food, nor even a Draughtian herb. Some might recognize a magical commodity when they see it. Phoebe arches a solitary brow at Mena as she takes one hand while chewing the substance.

Eleanor begins to make her retreat. This is not her arguement. She does not interfere. Her knights soon follow after her.

Princess Eleanor walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Princess Eleanor has left.

Catherine looks about the others and quietly slips away again.

Catherine walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Catherine has left.

Drake makes his way over to Phoebe. "I grieve for your loss, Baroness. May Providence grant you Her Peace this evening and in the months to come. If taking those ashes that might have been disbursed to me and offering them to others will ease some of this evening's pain, please take it..." He bows low, backing away as he prepares to depart the gathering. If

Aileana frowns at Delita, still remaining gentle in her delivery, "Then the tradition is also very similar for Green Fields. Please, this is not the place to have this argument." She does sound pleading now, "Please allow the toast, and allow those of us that loved as well to mourn."

Leon remains near the back of the crowd, and he follows the discussion -- the argument -- with interest, but his brow is faintly furrowed all the same. His cousin's approach sees a tilt of her head and a murmured word as he offers his arm.

Phaeton arrives from Keeper North.

Phaeton has arrived.

Mena's eyebrows draw together faintly as she takes Phoebe's hand, shaking her head slowly.

This time Lin just ignores everyone and walks over to Avery and where he stands. She offers her hand to him if he wants it. She stands guard with him. Somehow the other business will get worked out. It always does.

Dyonith eyes narrow on Phoebe as he bites on whatever it is she is biting on, but his attention soon reverts back towards the burning body and a faint sigh, though probably to far away from anybody to be heard. yet he starts walking a little bit closer eyes considerig

Phoebe lets out a soft sigh - maybe there's a word in it? - as she continues to watch the flames flickering quietly. She leans down to whisper to Mena, murmuring ever so softly

Bella still is standing by the wall, far away from the pyre and the arguments. Her boys have tired themselves out playing on the rocks, and she holds Parlan as the Nanny holds Paley. A furrowed brow and a frown are the only thing indicating what she thinks of the whole affair going on currently.

"No, Your Graces. No." Delita says firmly, "Either /all/ of Garett's ashes leave for Knife's Edge or..." She pauses just briefly, "They all, every last one, will be tossed into the current right here and now. No tankards. Nothing. Nobody will get any."

Phoebe mutters to Empress Mena, "That... doesn't... to be... presence..."

Helena leans in as Leon whispers to her and whatever he says brings a brief show of affection from the Soranus. She presses a very brief kiss to his cheek and attempts a reassuring look.

A glance at Delita as she gives a faint twist of her lips, "Do tell me how you propose to do what you threaten, Lady. I assure you, you will not have the time to cup each handful up and walk over and repeat the process until they are all gone..."

Phoebe says coldly.

This is when Aileana just steps back and takes residence beside her husband, clearly not able to peacemake this evening.

Eamonn frowns still, and now he shakes his head, as well. "Lady Delita, you are ruining your son's funeral. If you must argue about this, you will do it later, in private, when the guests who came here to honor him have left. For now, unless you're going to say something good about Garett, be silent."

Nell arches a brow at Delita. "You get it or no one does?" she echoes, voice still soft, but chiding. "Lady Delita, we all understand your pain. But your son was a bigger man than that. And that," she adds with a brief, warning look to Phoebe. "His heart was large enough for /both/ of you. And if his heart was, then the rest of him certainly is. Honor who he was. Honor the man who was willing to share cultures by sharing his death."

Card has been pretty quiet.../really/ quiet, actually, this whole time. But...finally, the rogue advances towards the pyre, smoke still dangling from his lips. He's still wordless, and perhaps to just put a cap on the arguement, he pulls the smoke out of his mouth, holds it over the fire, and taps it a few times. A few cubes of ash fall down to mingle with all the rest of it and then he turns around to head out.

Empress Mena inclines her head to her sister, giving her hand a squeeze. She mutters to Phoebe, "I know, Phoebe.... this... honoring Garett. Do... even pay her words any mind. Not... now."

"Well," Phineas says as his hand settles on his wife's shoulder, "If we're all about to be unreasonable, at least I'm over the hangover."

"Very well, Your Excellency." Delita replies to Eamonn, "I will be silent; for now." It will, after all, be hours before the ashes are really cool enough to do anything with. Not even dignifying Phoebe's words with a response, she just gives a slight shake of her head at Nell; she already promised she'd be quiet.

No more words from the Maritus youth, though he gives his cousin's hand a light pat at the look and his shoulder rise in a longsuffering, patient sigh as the funeral -- or what passes for it -- continues.

Eamonn nods once as Delita agrees to be quiet, at least, and then he turns away, first towards Ysora, and then towards the pyre. He does spare a second to lean over and whisper a reply to Phineas and Aileana, though.

Phoebe returns her gaze to the flames and gives a nod to Mena, the faintest twitch of her lips before letting a sigh escape her mouth.

Eamonn mutters to Duchess Aileana, "... out... jail..."

Eamonn mutters to Duke Phineas, "... in time,..."

Briony arrives just to catch some true ugliness. "Damn," she breathes with a soft sigh between her lips. Her eyes widen a little and she looks between the parties. She looks to the fire, or what remains of it. "Garret, I shoulda just given you that horse. You were braver than I ever knew." She breathes to the stars above.

Duchess Arianell sighs at both of the women, a flicker of disgust in her expression. But with Delita silent, she turns back to the flames.

Drake walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Drake has left.

Aileana blinks a couple of times at Eamonn's words and then her cheeks just darken as she looks to the ground, "Yes, of course. We wouldn't miss it for all of the jail time in the world."

Ragnar shakes his head, turns, and heads off. It's clear from his posture that the event has been ruined for him, at least.

Card walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Card has left.

Ragnar walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Ragnar has left.

Duke Phineas smirks at Eamonn, hands smoothing over his wife's shoulder before he gives her upper arm an encouraging squeeze. He mutters to Eamonn, "We didn't spend... jail, just... jail house... was... out. You have a... time?"

Ysora walks over to Eamonn's side as he talks to Phineas and Aileans. She keeps looking back towards the pyre and the women, but there's simply not all that much to be done beyond giving the family - be there Forester or Lytton - sympathetic looks.

Delita shifts the bundle of baby in her arms, looking somehow both dreadfully angry and sad at the same time. But, at least she remains silent for now.

Dyonith walks up and keeps a spot now, still watching quietly, and not having said a single word the whole time.

Eamonn smiles at the duke and duchess of Green Fields, shooting Ysora a quick grin before he nods back, muttering his reply. "Glad to... sure, we did... wandered... little bit, but ... up at...." He runs a hand through his hair, and then adds, still in a low tone, to the duke: "We... dinner... either all... or something."

Phoebe leans back to murmur quietly to one of the men before leaning forward again. Her eyes turn to Mena and she lets out a slow sigh and just tilts her head while watching the Empress.

Ysora gives Eamonn a rather surprised look as she hears his murmuring. She hooks her arm through his and looks at Ailena and Phineas. "I am so sorry for your family's loss. Crucible was sad to see one of its favorite sons going to Mists, but this is a grief far deeper." She turns towards Phineas. "I have seen how close your family is. To look around tonight, it is easy to see you made him part of it."

Mena remains standing stoically beside her sister, gaze moving between the woman at her side and the flames that engulf the pyre. She offers no more words, just silent support.

Phin's lips quirk in a tired but amused smile toward Eamonn. "I'd be glad to do so, just thinks went a bit crazy for a bit. Maybe Thursday or Friday (RL)? And thanks, Ysora. He was the best of men." He glances at his sister, then says quieter, "It's a hard, hard thing. Good, good man."

Phailin is still standing next to Avery. Letting the other conversation just wash over her.

Aileana just smiles between Eamonn and Ysora, "Dinner would be fabulous." Even if this week rl may not be so good..definitely not Friday.

Finally, noticing that he's not alone, Avery glances towards Phailin and bows his head for a moment. "M'lady, how are you?" he asks quietly.

The argument, it seems, has ended, while the fire continues to consume the fallen Garrett. Leon tilts his head down a bit, and speaks quietly to the cousin on his arm.

Shadowing his older siblings, Phoenix's silent presence creates the third point of the triangle between Baronial sister and Ducal brother. Removed from them, but not disconnected. He is no less aware of the happenings around the pyre because of distance.

Delita inhales deeply and closes her eyes for a few moments. She sways slightly in place, but doesn't seem to notice, even as she opens her eyes once again.

Phoebe leans down and murmurs to Mena again.

Phoebe mutters to Empress Mena, "I could... Nothing... Poof.... the... ignorant bitch. How..."

"I think better than you." Lin says quietly towards the older lord, Avery. Taking in a breath and letting it out. "Do you plan on standing guard the whole night thru?"

Helena leans over to listen to Leon while her gaze casts out over the crowd, lingering on the Empress and the Baroness before she lets out a breath and looks back to her cousin, returning whisper for whisper.

Empress Mena turns her gaze to her sister again. She mutters to Phoebe, "This..." A simple statement, but that is all she needs.

"Until the fire has burned out." Avery says quietly to Lin, looking back towards her. Then, as he considers, he offers her a weak smile.

Phoebe sighs softly at Mena. Stupid little sisters having all the right words at all the right times.

Avery mutters to Phailin, "I... I... do... same... me... being..."

Perhaps Thursday will work, but it may be a matter to play by ear. Ysora smiles sympathetically at Phin. "I can only imagine, may Providence keep it so." She turns to Aileana and nods. "I can pick your mind then for the charity."

There's an offer of her hand towards Avery. Lin looks over at him. "I'm sorry this happened. But Garett did what he thought best. He'll be remembered for that." Whatever words are exchanged now, makes this Forester pale. Swallowing and there's a nod seen.

Lark takes a couple of steps forward, swallowing as she looks at the pyre and the figure changing, transforming to smoke and ash. And then at Phoebe, and on to Avery for a moment. Still with the quiet steadfastness though.

There are no words that can be heard from Lin now. Though she can be heard very quietly saying towards Avery, "There is nothing to forgive. It was a long time ago."

"If for some reason we can't speak of charity and the time is stretched out too much, I would like to make sure we meet anyway." Aileana responds cheerfully to Ysora.

With all the muttering and no one to mutter to herself, Briony dips a bow towards Phoebe, should she look thisaway, and heads down to the shore. Moving slow but steady, she pauses in her passage to kneel into the sand, prying some small treasure from the sand.

Valentine arrives from Keeper North.

Valentine has arrived.

Alexander arrives from Keeper North.

Alexander has arrived.

Something stirs Phoebe, her gaze goes towards Ysora and Aileana, "I'd like to meet with you sometime, to discuss charities... There is..one I'd like to form." Phoebe's voice is cool and soft as she lifts it towards the cluster.

Briony walks out to the tide pool.

Briony has left.

From the Tide Pool, Briony has arrived.

Matthew watches for a few moments longer before turning away from the gathering, steady steps taking him near the steps leading to the rocks nearby with a glance to the stairs. Considering. It's only at the last moment that he chooses to take up a seat on one of the rocks nearby.

Aileana looks to Phoebe now and she nods immediately, "Of course, Bee. Of course. My time is yours, and you know that."

"It'll be but a moment," Helena says as she pats Leon's arm with one hand as the other arm slips from his. Drawing in a deep breath and giving Leon a half-smile she turns and walks towards Phoebe.

Leon's look remains doubtful, but he doesn't abandon his cousin. A moment after she's begun to move, he's slipping through the crowd behind her.

Alexander slips down from the general area of the docks, staying on the outskirts of the gathering. There, he moves out of the way and takes a few moments to close his eyes and lower his head.

Ysora turns towards Phoebe as well and inclines her head. She tries to smile at her, to offer some show of support. She mouths something about being sorry and finally glances back to Eamonn. Something about looking at the pyre and the grieving near widow makes her seek out the comfort of her husband's presence as she squeezes his arm.

Valentine walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Valentine has left.

The flames lick toward the sky, tongues of crimson and orange and bright gold. Sparks dance above it, a tribute of rising stars to the memory of Garett Lytton. Fierce and hot is the fire, warring with the chill of hte night. The occasional breeze kicks ashes toward the crowd.

Phoebe takes a breath, "I've no name for it yet, but it will generate funds for the university and the Temple. It will be open to those who wish to strive for things thought unattainable. To push for success against all odds. To learn more than what people expect of you.." Phoebe says with a faint smile, ever so slight. "I was thinking of procuring one of the establishments, a bed and breakfast or some such and donating the profits to that charity.."

Delita slowly, carefully, starts to lower herself to sit on the sand; she's not about to go anywhere, but neither can she simply stand there any longer. She grimaces slightly, her older body protesting that it's not supposed to do things like this anymore, especially while trying not to disturb her baby. Her efforts aren't entirely successful as the bundle in her arms wakes and starts to wail.

Bella has decided it's time to take the twin boys home, as they have fallen asleep in her arms and the arms of the nanny. Making her way over to Phoebe, she says, "Phoebe, I am so very sorry for your loss. I know how much Garett loved you." She gives her sister-in-law a warm and caring look.

Avery just nods back to Phailin, touching her shoulder for a moment before he lowers his head, to watch the fire, as it starts to grow smaller and smaller.

The shadows and firelight play across the Soranus lady as she walks across the sand, coming up behind Duchess Aileana, but her eyes are on Phoebe. She catches the last few words of the Baroness's comments and a ghost of a smile touches her lips while her eyes retain sympathy. She doesn't speak, but waits quietly as Bella addresses Phoebe.

Phineas keeps his silence as the girls talk about charity work, now just gazing at the pyre while the flames eat away at the memory of Garett. His lips press, a thin line.

Phailin takes in another breath as she looks over at Avery and than the glance is given for the one who burns on the pyre.

Phoebe gives a nod to Bella, but doesn't say anything. The nod is acknowledging and respectful, but her gaze turns back to the other women. "It's... it's the best I can do. He deserved.." Phoebe shakes her head and trails off, unable to continue and her gaze turns back to the fire.

Bella waits for the nod from Phoebe, then makes her way over to Avery and Phailin. She gives Phailin a warm smile, and then a hand reaches for Avery's arm, brushing it gently, if allowed. "Garett was a wonderful man, Avery," she says, "I know he will be missed, by many. You have my sympathies."

Aileana smiles to Helena, just a marginal sort of smile since she's at a mourning event.

Alexander finally raises his head after a time, and turns to re-ascend the stairs, heading back the way he came.

Alexander walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Alexander has left.

Phailin looks over at Bella and gives her a nod when she sees that smile. Trying to offer one back.

Ysora turns back to Phoebe when she describe the charity, her expression softening. She lets go of Eamonn's arm and limps over the sand to approach Phoebe. Bella's approach stops her for just a moment to wait her turn, conveniently just after her cousin Helena. She does steal a glance over at Delita, frowning in concern.

"Shhh... shhh..." Delita tries to quiet the crying babe in her arms. She looks up at the pyre for a moment before looking back down and cradling little Delora closer.

"Thank you, Excellency." Avery responds, his voice betraying little to none as he continues to watch the fire.

The look is returned to the Duchess as Helena steps up alongside her, that smile of acknowledgement touched with the weight of the occasion. Her pale eyes look back towards the baroness and the pale hue is colored orange and gold from the firelight. "Excellency, I wished to extend sympathies from myself and my family," Helena says to Phoebe, her words gentle, even it there's a slight tremble to them.

Leon pauses still a few yard from the group of people still exchanging condolences, pauses nearer Avery than Phoebe as his cousin approaches the latter. He shares no words -- no audible words, at least -- but bows his head with hands clasped behind his back in silent respect for the fallen.

Bella another warm smile given to Avery and Phailin both, before the crying baby catches her attention. That was her next stop, anyway. She's still holding the sleeping Parlan in her arms, the boy big for his age. "Delita," she says, in a soft tone as she approaches the lady. "Would you like me to take the baby home? I'd be glad to take care of her for the evening." She pauses, and then says, "I am so sorry about your loss, Delita." The last said in a heartfelt tone.

Phoebe gives a deep nod to Helena, "Thank you.." her voice is quiet, but she acknowledges the Soranus woman keenly.

Ysora puts a hand on Helena's shoulder when her cousin speaks. When Phoebe replies, she chimes in, "I wanted to come up and tell you how fitting that charity sounded. Truly fitting for Lord Lytton." She lowers her voice then to murmur something to the frosty woman.

Ysora mutters to Phoebe, "... Garett have - it... me through the... hours... my... courtship.... do... pretend to know... well,... My... Very very..."

"No. No, thank you." Delita looks up at Bella and shakes her head slightly in response to the question of her child. It's not angry, but it's nevertheless a tone Avery might recognize from earlier today. "And thank you." she adds, her tone growing sadder in response to the remainder of the Baroness' words. Delora continues to fuss, but at least stops outright wailing for the moment when Delita starts to rock her in her arms.

There isn't much of a smile, for how could one really smile, but there's a subtle change in Helena's expression as the baroness addresses her. With a deep inclination of her head she takes a step back and looks up at her cousin at the touch to her shoulder. She gives a nod to Ysora and quietly slips aside, moving towards Garett's father and mother to offer the same words of condolence on behalf of her family. "My lord, lady," she says to Avery and then with a glance towards Delita, "Our condolences to you as well. I had only met your son a time or two, but he was nothing but kind."

As Phoebe starts speaking to people, Mena does take a few steps back. She's not leaving as of yet, just moving back to hover.

Phoebe leans in to murmur to Ysora quietly.

Bella sighs softly and nods to Delita. "As you wish, Delita," she says, as she shifts Parlan to the other side. This kid is way too big to be carrying around anymore. She then makes her way back to where Paley, the nanny and the two guards are situated. After they get organized, they make their way up the stairs.

Bella walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Bella has left.

Paley walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Paley has left.

Parlan walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Parlan has left.

Phoebe mutters to Ysora, "... Garett... coming.... for the... in... But,... wish... my... for..."

Dorian makes his way back home as things seem to come to an end.

Ysora inclines her head to Phoebe and smiles again, gently. "Of course. I wish both of you peace on these next journeys." She bows slightly and then steps back to offer Phoebe freedom to speak to whoever is next. Then it will be on to Delita and Avery.

Delita, not being too close to Avery at the moment, doesn't really seem to realize that Helena may be addressing her now. Especially as she tries to cajole Delora into going back to sleep.

Athar arrives from Keeper North.

Athar has arrived.

Phailin is still just standing with Avery. Gone quiet. Looking towards Liam every now and than as she stands guard with Garett's father. Though she steals a glance for Phoebe every now and than.

Ysora approaches Delita and the baby. She can't really crouch down to sit with them with her knee as it is, but she stands before her. "Lady Knife's Edge. Crucible offers its condolences to the family of such a shining young man. And personally, I am so very sorry for your loss."

As the fire continues to burn, Nell seems to draw into herself, finally turning to the guards with her to slip away.

A rather late arrival to the solemn occasion down upon the beach, Athar makes his way across the sand and towards the cluster of people. The single guard in the colors of Ethos trails not far behind him, but distant enough so as to leave the Baron some privacy.

Duchess Arianell walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Duchess Arianell has left.

Leon stands still not far from the Lord Knife's Edge -- far enough to make silence more comfortable than speech -- as his sister offers condolences to that family. Himself? He regards the pyre with a head slightly bowed, and a look contemplative -- or prayerful.

"Thank you." Delita responds softly to Ysora, looking up at the woman. "I..." she trails off, not knowing how to continue besides adding another quiet, "Thank you. He will be missed."

Helena turns to move back to where she had left her cousin, but she takes only a few steps before a glint of silver caught in the firelight catches her eye. She pauses, glancing across the sand taking note of the silent Forester's gaze upon her and once again the pain engage in whatever kind of challenge that often seems to encircle them in public. Helena says nothing, she does not even nod nor does she approach him, but she does look briefly caught by the gaze as even her breathing seems to cease.

Phailin looks back at Avery. She offers a smile at Leon when she sees him. Listening now to the conversation that was going on around her.

Ysora reaches down for Delita's shoulder, looking at her seriously. "Come see the Baron and I when you are able? We should like to welcome your daughter, and I do wish to offer what company and solace we can."

Mena shifts on her feet slightly, tilting her head as she murmurs to one of the four knights around her.

The clouds drift away revealing the night sky.

Aileana looks to Helena and Athar before she whispers something to her husband.

Matthew has been rather stationary against the rocks, though it's not until a messenger arrives with a message for the man. Accepting it with a nod of his head, it doesn't take long for the man to rise smoothly before turning to ascend the stairs leading to the plaza.

Matthew walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Matthew has left.

Delita nods once to Ysora, "Alright... thank you." She offers a very faint, sad, smile in response to the condolances being offered, even as Delora finally calms enough to go back to sleep.

There is a slight bow across the distance when Aileana glances his way, as Athar skirts the main bloc of collected persons, stepping towards his sister and putting a light hand upon her arm. Whether or not she is still wrapped up in staring across the distance at others.

Phineas gives a slight shake of his head to his wife, eyes still on the fire as it takes away Garett and leaves naught but dust in its wake. "You go ahead."

Ysora steps back and then offers out condolences to Avery before retreating home with her husband.

For his own part in this little staring contest, Phoenix catches Helena's gaze and holds it. His features are neutral, expression unreadable. Were it not for the momentary locking of his attention on her, he might be perceived as being wholly uninterested. A stream of smoke drifts up from the corner of his mouth, cigarette held neglected in his fingertips. He holds the Lady's gaze till she moves away.

Phoebe lets out a sigh of air as she reaches up to brush a finger through her hair and curls it around her finger as she purses her lips together quietly and thoughtfully.

The unexpected touch is enough to draw Helena's attention back and her arm tenses a little under her brother's hand. She blinks and looks up at Athar and gives him a tense smile. "Brother," she greets, glancing past him towards the town and then back at Athar. "I was just about to return home, I had promised Ravelle a sisterly evening." There's a glance now to the pyre and those still lingering there. "I've delivered our condolences," she adds.

Athar gives his sister a quiet nod, his hand remaining on her arm but a moment. A flicker of attention is directed in the path her eyes traveled, settling upon the Forester a moment before he nods. "If you wish to return to the castle, I am certain she'll be pleased to see you," he agrees, before lowering his voice for something less public.

Dyonith finally speaks up for the first time since arriving, his voice slow and soft, "If I can be allowed, I would like to donate to the purchasing of whatever establisment you wish to buy or build for your fund raiser." A glance to Phoebe at that then back to the ocean.

Mena glances at Phineas for a moment, then looks again toward Phoebe. She gives her head a shake to the knight she converses quietly with, falling silent a moment later.

Ysora pauses upon seeing Athar, detouring over and squeezing her cousin's arm. Something about a funeral - just makes her want to stop and acknowledge her family when she sees them. No words. Just being there.

Helena leans in at her brother's whispers and her gaze hardens a bit. She leans away and then she steps away, watching him warily. She doesn't say anything for what feels like a long time and the wariness turns to disappointment. She curtsies then. "As you say, brother," she murmurs, eyes watching the sand before she heads off, her feet carrying her swiftly. She doesn't look back.

Helena walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Helena has left.

Aileana leaves Finn's side to approach Helena and Athar, asking quietly, "Can I talk to you both for a few minutes after this is done?"

Leon's remained near the edge of things, waiting -- as it seems -- for Helena to finish offering condolences. He watches as Athar joins her, watches as Ysora does the same, and it's only at the last when Helena begins to move off that he does the same, in parallel.

Leon walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Leon has left.

Mena steps closer to Phineas, the knights around her shifting as she gets close enough to her brother to converse quietly.

Phailin finally moves away from Avery to join her family once again. But not getting involved in the private conversation.

Jasil walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Jasil has left.

Even with her baby finally asleep, Delita continues to gently rock her, dividing her attention between Delora and the pyre.

A faint frown creases Athar's expression a moment, though it is washed away with Ysora's presence. He smiles quietly, placing a hand over hers as she passes him by with her husband in tow. Aileana, as she nears, is given a more appropriate, if succinct, bow. "Of course, Your Grace."

Phoebe gives a nod to Dyonith, an accepting look for now before she reverts her gaze back to the fire.

Ysora smiles at Athar, easy affection visible. She bows to Aileana upon stepping back. "Dinner soon, your Grace. And you as well some time in the near future, cousin." But then they are, really, on their way again.

"This is going to be strange, I know. You'll.." Aileana wrinkles her nose a bit and then she nods to Ysora, daring a wide smile as she waves, "Good evening, and I simply can't wait!"

Phoenix smokes his cigarette, watches the fire, and is otherwise landscape ornamentation.

Ysora has left.

Dyonith nods to Phoebe and offers a bow ot everybody around and starts on his way. A soft "thank you." offered to Phoebe as he passes, if it is one thing Enchanted Coral the lands are known for, its good money. Though oddly not for spending, this may very well be a first big spend in a long time. The young lord makes his way out at a easy pace.

Dark eyes track Ysora's departure for a long moment, before Athar turns his gaze back upon Aileana. "What is going to be strange, Grace?"

"This conversation." Aileana admits as she looks between Athar and Helena, "Can we maybe go back to your suite to have it? Please?"

Phineas turns his head to glance to the woman next to him, a grim sort of smile given to the Empress. "I hear you said we should be arrested."

Lark is, for the record, still here. Occasionally she'll go to get water for those steadfast folks still attending, but she will be one of the ones lingering through to the bitter end. Or when Phoebe tells her to go.

Phailin moves over to Nix. Maybe she's just tired of being by the pyre or maybe she just wants to stand by her brother. Not quite ready to depart. Just yet. Not saying much. The sister that is usually the talker.

Aileana cannot help but look back to Phineas and Mena at the question he asks of her, brows lifting a hint though she adds nothing.

Phoebe looks at Phineas and she reaches into her cloak. Another yellow jelly like substance before she begins to consume it. A few moments as she studies the fire.

Mena's eyebrows lift slowly as she looks at Phineas. "Is that what you heard? Interesting."

Phineas nods to Mena. "Ayup." Then he glances to Phoebe at her soft words. "Witnesses," he drawls to her with sympathy.

"Well, another double eclipse is over, and there are plenty of stories to go with it," Mena replies to Phineas, letting out a slow breath.

Athar considers the Duchess with a solemn expression. "I came to pay some condolences and say a prayer for the departed," he tells her, "Could we speak of these matters afterwards? Or...?" A glance is spared the Empress, at her last words.

Aileana nods, wincing immediately, "Oh, of course. I...how insensitive of me. Maybe tomorrow."

Lark has disconnected.

Phoebe gives a shrug to Phineas, "I can fix that too." Before turning back to the flames staring into them. Her words are soft. "I'll miss you." For those who may or may not hear it.

Phineas smirks at Mena, even if the expression lacks substance. He links an arm over her shoulders, and another over Phoebe's, the fire being the focus of his attention. "We all will, Pharett," he undertones.

Shaking his head, Athar tells Aileana, "Not so. We might speak tonight, though I'd rather not head back to the castle, if there's someplace else we might go." That said, Athar offers her a bob of his head, and begins across the sands towards Phoebe.

Phailin finally moves again towards Phineas, Philomena an Phoebe now. Going on the other side of her sister that is not occupied with Empress and Duke. Staring at the pyre as it continues. If Phoebe allows it she'll try to squeeze her sister's hand now.

At the sight of that familial embrace that the Foresters share, Athar's steps hesitate. Instead, a sad smile touching his features, he turns towards the pyre, and gently sinks down to his knees in the sand.

Aileana nods then, "Certainly." She gives a small smile, "I know just the place to go talk." She then silences to wait.

Phoebe glances around, then reaches down to the trunk of tankards. The keg is tapped, and ale is poured into the goblet. Standing once more, Phoebe takes a breath before letting her cool voice ring out in the night time air, "Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme. Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine. Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain. For we may and might never all meet here again." Her eyes seek out those around her as she takes another drink of her tankard before offering it to Phineas.

Quiet words pass Athar's lips, his features bowed as he kneels before the pyre. Too softly spoken to be heard, he remains as thus for a few moments, even as the departed's once betrothed begins to address the gathering.

Phineas takes the tankard from Phoebe, downing a swallow as he joins in the singing, "Well here's a health to the company and one to my lass." He lifts that tankard toward Aileana with a sad, aching smile. "Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass. Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain, for we may and might never all meet here again." His voice isn't particularly skilled, but it's well versed in the song as he hands the tankard over to Phailin.

Aileana does walk over to get in the line of the mug passing and drinking from it.

Delita looks up as Phoebe starts to pass out drinks, but she doesn't get up to even try to get a tankard of ale.

"Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well, her style and her beauty, sure none can excel. There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits on my knee, sure there's no one in in this wide world as happy as we." Lin says in an alto and with just a lace of amusement. Holding her tankard as she looks over to Liam who lingers not to far from the rest of the group. She passes that tankard on to the next one who is to sing the other verse.

Phailin passes the tankard on to Ana after she finishes singing her own verse.

Aileana takes the mug and sings her part of the chorus, not the best a singing, but she won't have dogs howling either, "Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well, her style and her beauty, sure none can excel. There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits on my knee, sure there's no one in this wide world as happy as we." She then drinks a healthy sip of ale and passes it on to Mena.

Mena takes up the tankard of ale, and the next verse of the song when Aileana is through. It is obviously a tune she has sung many times. Her voice is pleasant enough. "Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock. I hope she's safe landed without any shock. If ever we should meet again by land or by sea, I will always remember your kindness to me." It is only a small sip of the drink inside the tankard the Empress indulges in.

Mena walks over to Phoenix, then, offering the tankard off to her other brother.

Before the tankard can weave its way towards him, if indeed it does, Athar smoothly rises from the sand and traces its path, listening to the song offered by each whom take a drink from it.

In turn, Phoenix steps forward to take the tankard from his little sister, his storm-hued gaze softening for her. Lifting the tankard in his hand to the smoldering pyre, he salutes the flames. Lifting the tankard, he takes a deep swallow of the communal ale. As there are none left following him, he finishes the contents. Lowering the tankard, he sings, "Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass. Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain, for we may and might never all meet here again." For a quiet man, his voice is clear and carries well, drifting across the beach. Finished, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

Phin's voice joins in the chorus, an undertone to his brother's words. He glances across his family and then to the pyre. Something is muttered to Phoebe.

Duke Phineas mutters to Phoebe, "... let's get... of here... that dessicated... and heart here with... cunt... that all... can hold... dust."

Aileana just looks to the Pyre and frowns as tears do start to come to her eyes at the whole situation.

Mena glances over at Phineas, eyes widening for a moment at him in a somewhat scolding expression.

Watching as the last of the Foresters finishes the tankard, a solemn expression upon his features, Athar turns his gaze back towards the pyre and offers a few more words, perhaps whatever verse had come to mind. He glaces up at what he hears of Phineas' exchange with his kin, but says nothing of it, returning his gaze to the flames before him.

Phailin takes a glance over at Phineas and than at Phoebe. It seems she'll just be the shadow of whatever her family does next. Taking in a breath as she studies at the remains of Garett Lytton. Well fast turning to ash. She gives a bow of her head but no words come out.

Phoebe looks at Phineas with a soft sigh before turning back to the fire. There's a long silence as Phoebe draws a ring from her pocket. It's a ring made with the colours of crescent coast and her fingers run over it slowly and quietly. She studies it before she looks up to the flames, "I love you. I don't think I got to tell you that enough. I know you wanted it, I'm sorry it took so long.." Phoebe's voice is quiet before she draws her hood up and conceals her features from the rest of those who watch. She turns and reaches to link her arm in with Phineas' with a quiet nod.

Phineas looks over the family, a gathering quality to his expression. "We're going," he tells them, in case anyone didn't know. "Come on." He gives a glance toward Aileana and a tip of his head toward Athar while looking at her, as if to say something to her, and then starts to escort Phoebe from the beach. "Your ashes, Lady Lytton."

Aileana nods to Phineas and then moves away from the group of Foresters so that she can find a place out of the way to wait for the Baron Ethos to be ready for conversation.

A few moments are spent in silence near the pyre, before Athar finally does look up and about the gathering, watching as the Foresters make their departure. Aileana, standing alone and waiting upon him, is where he eventually makes his way.

Mena and her knights follow the rest of the siblings out.

Phoenix tags along.

Aileana just smiles to Athar and starts towards the stairs once he's near her. For some reason, she grows a little more nervous though it may not be overly noticeable yet, "How about Ocean View? Would you mind if we just got a little snack there and talked?"

Duke Phineas walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Duke Phineas has left.

Phoebe walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Phoebe has left.

Empress Mena walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Empress Mena has left.

Phoenix walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Phoenix has left.

Phailin walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Phailin has left.

A quiet, and abiding bow is offered towards the unfamiliar Lytton matriarch, before Athar falls in step with the Duchess of Green Fields. "As you like, Your Grace," Athar says quietly. Whether he notices her change in demeanour or not, is impossible to tell.

Aileana gives a single nod and then starts up the stairs to head for the restaurant.

Duchess Aileana walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Duchess Aileana has left.

Athar walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Athar has left.

                 ***     Awhile Later     ***

Redlue arrives from Keeper North.

Redlue has arrived.

Redlue walks down the beat, looking out at the ocean and the scenery as he does so, having taken off his cloak and carrying it bundled in his arm.

Delita stands on the beach, baby in her arms. Several men in Knife's Edge colors are occupied with carefully packaging up a pile of ashes from the sand and into several crates. Delita seems to be supervising this.

Redlue looks down at the scene he witnesses, walking closer and closer at an unenthusiastic pace... When Redlue gets close enough to the woman carrying the child he asks in a softened voice of concern, "... Crementation?"

"My son." Delita replies softly, not looking at Redlue for the moment. Some of the ashes get scattered by the brisk wind, but the majority is still being crated.

"It saddens me to hear that..." He replies, sounding like he means it. He grips his fist forcefully, furrowing his brow suddenly, like he is suddenly grasping an object... Soon, the wind about the area calms down, like it does not exist, allowing the ashes to be left alone at this moment.

At the sudden disappearance of the wind, Delita quickly looks at Redlue and shakes her head, cradling her baby closer. "No... No magic." she insists.

Redlue releases his concentration, allowing the wind to move on its own again, looking to her without objection, then watching again..

Delita relaxes just a little and nods once, "Thank you." Wind or no wind, the men continue the grim task at hand.

Redlue goes back to watching, but despite wanting to speak, just simply cannot do so, not wanting to ruin the moment more than he already has.

Having been at the work for awhile already, it's not long before the ashes are all cleared. The sand scraped clean. The crates are closed and the men start to carry them off the beach. Delita nods once when she sees this, not saying anything. Apparently, she's already given all the instruction she needs to before now.

Redlue soon begins to turn slightly, "I should go... This is a personal moment for you..." He nods to her and begins to leave.

Redlue walks up the stairs to return to the plaza.

Redlue has left.