Who: JP between Tyler Corryn & Penelope Ithica (Phalon& Kitty)
Timeline: Little Terreille, SWP
Summary: Tyler and Penny meet and greet the guests.
Status OPEN to all!

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Tyler Corryn fidgeted with his suit. It wasn't that he was unused to wearing such formal attire, after all he was the steward to the queen of Little Terreille. Formal was something he had to do almost every day if he was to be taken seriously, It was more the fact that they had invited EVERY major and minor dignitary in not only Kaeleer, but Terreille as well. Their sister realm though still in
the process of rebuilding its society after Witch's purge of the blood. There was bound to be fireworks, and not just the kind that Penny had planned to go off at the stroke of midnight..

Penelope Ithica, the territory ruler of Little Terreille. She was the very last person you would expect to rule Little Terreille, given her past experience with the people of this realm. Penelope had dressed in a fine red dress that had the back cut out of it. The witch in fact expected the best and worst things to happen. She had invited everyone possible for a reason... Alliances were needed between the two realms and what better way to create peace than to unite them under Winsol, a celebration of the glory of Witch, true witch, not a Black Jeweled witch, but someone who embodied Dreams Made Flesh. Penelope had learned Tyler who it was that truly had been Witch. She had come down the stairs and intended to wait with her Steward by the door to welcome those of Kaeleer and Terreille with open arms, and hoping she wouldn't be stabbed in the back for her actions.

Ty straightened the cuffs on his deep blue pin striped shirt for what seamed the hundredth time. The time was 25 minutes to seven and no doubt the early birds amongst the guests would be arriving at any second. Dutifully he stood by the main entrance to the estate he hoped Penny would finish getting ready in time to welcome there guests herself. He heard footsteps on the stairs and turned his head toward them.She stood on the stair in a dress of deepest red, it was as though the very essence of light and beauty was descending the stair toward him. He forgot to breath, so when he finally remembered and tried to speak his voice was breathless, quiet. "You look Beautiful." he almost forgot himself for a moment but then hastily added "My Lady." hoping no one else had noticed his lapse in formality.

"Thank you Prince Corryn," Penelope said with a smile. She descended down the steps in the v-neck red dress that was remiscent of roman style of dresses and was entirely backless. She couldn't help the smile that came from her lips, given the fact the smile was entirely for Tyler. She mentally beraded herself, that what she wanted was an impossible feat and it was best left to dreams that were cut off by court procedure in Blood Law. Also he hadn't made any indication he was interested in such a way, it was a one-sided attraction after all. "You look good as well, very dashing." She informed him with one of her smiles that was reserved for him only. However, she knew she had to change the topic quickly. "Are we ready to face the firing squads?" She inquired.

"As ready as i'll ever be." he replied, wishing desperately he could reach out and taker her hand in his, though that would be improper. He was her steward, that was all. Today at least he couldn't allow himself to be any more, the last thing they needed was a scandal across both realms. They were trying to build relations here, not burn bridges and any hope of ever building them again. He glanced over at Penny, catching that brilliant, intoxicating smile of hers and he offered his own crooked one in return. Tyler nodded to the butler-come-security guard, and the man pulled open one of the double doors, the other butler mirroring his movements. The doors were open, and the guests were making their way down the main path. Let the fun and games begin...

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Tags to the first arrivals, and all the arrivals after that.