The tails of the Countess Gyverin's light coat stir in the last gust of crisp morning Rookroost air that followed them through the portal to Calenhelm. Holding a folio of papers to her chest, she nods in recognition to the other scholars and citizens that politely address her on their way out of the hall, onto their own business.
Once the commotion of bodies has died down, she turns to the four still with her.
"Mary, I will likely be a few hours, with all that needs to be taken care of today. I know you have your list for the market, but should I be any later, please return home without me." She says to her nurse, then turns to the man in common clothes but military bearing with her. "Captain Pritchard, I trust that you will remain with them?"
"Of course, Countess." He nods respectfully, his gaze going to the small, high cart Mary pushed with her. "I will protect her and your heirs with my life."
The Countess' eyes follow his to the two infant girls in the carriage, quiet, but awake and staring up at the world. A small smile comes to her lips as she reaches in and gently brushes a wisp of dark hair away from Elara's forehead. "See that you do, Owen. See that you do." She sighs softly.
Straightening, she motions the two adults forward to leave ahead of her. "Either way - enjoy the day, and be safe. I fear it may still be too soon to consider the streets of the capital yet settled."
The guard and nurse bow quickly and courteously before carrying on their way. The Countess is left for a moment with her thoughts before she too takes in a deep breath and turns towards the entrance to the tower, mentally preparing herself for the meeting yet to come.
Once the commotion of bodies has died down, she turns to the four still with her.
"Mary, I will likely be a few hours, with all that needs to be taken care of today. I know you have your list for the market, but should I be any later, please return home without me." She says to her nurse, then turns to the man in common clothes but military bearing with her. "Captain Pritchard, I trust that you will remain with them?"
"Of course, Countess." He nods respectfully, his gaze going to the small, high cart Mary pushed with her. "I will protect her and your heirs with my life."
The Countess' eyes follow his to the two infant girls in the carriage, quiet, but awake and staring up at the world. A small smile comes to her lips as she reaches in and gently brushes a wisp of dark hair away from Elara's forehead. "See that you do, Owen. See that you do." She sighs softly.
Straightening, she motions the two adults forward to leave ahead of her. "Either way - enjoy the day, and be safe. I fear it may still be too soon to consider the streets of the capital yet settled."
The guard and nurse bow quickly and courteously before carrying on their way. The Countess is left for a moment with her thoughts before she too takes in a deep breath and turns towards the entrance to the tower, mentally preparing herself for the meeting yet to come.