A place for scenes specific to Sir Dalan.

Sir Dalan partakes of the feast, which is a welcome respite from the long and exhausting days on the quest for the whetsone. He is of course most focused on his fiancee who he can't keep from smiling at, still not quite able to believe his good fortune. He tells her stories about his adventures... albeit leaving out the encounter with the succubus and the elfmaid, for obvious reasons.

"... and where it not for good Sir Tyngyr all should be lost at the last," he finishes, blinking away tears. He looks around and lowers his voice to confide in his fiancee. "Ellowyn, know you anything of Morgan Le Fay? The faerie king left us a note saying she was behind the business of the Grey Knight. Perhaps as a woman you are wiser in the ways and stories of women than we men are."

Ellowyn is entranced by Sir Dalan's adventures, although she gives the occasional gasp of fright at particularly dangerous spots, or covers her mouth in fear.  She puts a hand on Sir Dalan's as he speaks of Sir Tyngyr's sacrifice, doing her best to console her future husband.

A shadow crosses her pretty brow as Sir Dalan talks about Morgan Le Fay.  She sighs and responds quietly so as not to be overheard, "Morgan is the Queen of Gorre and Arthur's half sister.  Would be wise not to make any accusations you can't prove, especially public ones.  I doubt the Fae will not show up to back you up, so absent some other proof, you should keep this to yourself."

Looking around as several nobles begin to pair up and dance, she tugs at Sir Dalan's sleeve, "come, let us enjoy this moment," and attempts to lead him to the dance floor.

Sir Dalan nods thoughtfully at the wisdom of Ellowyn, then smiles and lets her lead him to the dance. "Yes, let us enjoy ourselves."

Though he was a poor dancer Sir Dalan is determined not to embarrass his lady love.

And dance they do, floating around the dance floor as if they were made for each other.  It is not quite the surreal experience of dancing with Aliadra in the Kingdom Inapercu but not so far off as this has been a pretty surreal event for the mortal realm.

Sir Dalan is not even aware of the sea of faces that stare at him and his lady, he has eyes only for that which he holds.

"Didn't you once mention that you had asked at Arthur and Guinevere's wedding to be able to sing for them?" Ellowyn inquires as they twirl about the dance floor.  "Perhaps you could endeavor to sing of your adventures at the next break?" she suggests.

Sir Dalan gets a check in Dancing.

Sir Dalan looks at Ellowyn as they dance and smiles, captured by those sparkling blue eyes. Yes she's very pretty, but her cleverness attracts him perhaps even more.

"A wonderful suggestion my beloved, though it is not my adventures alone. Sir Caradwg, Sir Tyngyr and Sir Gracian deserve the glory as much as I do."

"Just one of the things I love about you," she sighs.

Growing more serious she offers, "we need to talk about the wedding, I think something over the Winter would be ideal.  It gives people a chance to celebrate during the long cold months," (and of course all events occur over Winter Phase) she suggests practically.  "I do not have any land of my own but will inherit some from my father.  As Marshal he is an important man in Cardiff.  So I will be moving to your manor in Salisbury."

She seems to pause and consider her next words for a while, "I know how close you are to Sir Gracian.  With his new lands he is probably going to be spending more time in Gloucester than in Salisbury . . ." she notes, allowing the implications to sink in.

Sir Dalan looks at his fiancee uncertainly a moment. "You mean I - we - should follow Sir Gracian west?"

He paused, expression growing thoughtful. "I am a vassal of Earl Robert."

"I mean, Love, that Gracian is going to have to make some choices.  Perhaps some hard choices, and you should be prepared and be supportive.  Remember, he is making his choices based on what is right for him, for Ariette, for the Duke, and for you and the other knights of Salisbury," she says with a smile.

"One of the side effects of success is new and conflicting priorities, ones you will have to deal with one day as well," she hints.  "So watch and learn from what Gracian does, for better or worse."

Sir Dalan smiles, looking a little embarassed at his his slow wittedness. "I think understand Ellowyn. I'm glad to have you with me to advise me."

He looks over towards Sir Mylon. "I think I better go speak with your father to thank him properly."

Sir Mylon seems in a good mood.  Like the Duke, he is fine with the matchup of his daughter to the knight from Salisbury.  Not perhaps the ideal but having a son-in-law who is praised by the King and Sir Gawaine is not bad.  He always thought well enough of Dalan and is happy that his daughter is happy, but marriage is about position and power, not happiness.

Having the King order it and the Queen working in the background is likely to help him in the future, so all is well from his perspective.

Sir Dalan was relieved Sir Mylon was not opposed to the marriage. Even though part of was quite curious over just how much land Ellowyn stood to inherit he was not about to ask his father-in-law to be.

He was also anxious about singing before the monarchs, and kept looking to Ellowyn for inspiration.

Perhaps sensing his trepidation, Ellowyn gives her man's arm a comforting squeeze.  "You will be great," she says simply.