Terry
Frowning rather heavily, Delsandra eyed the prince worriedly before looking back to Caleesi. Looking around for whoever the woman was talking about, the princess shook her head, unsure what to do or say. Without much warning, Caleesi's voice popped into the princesses head, causing her eyes to widen. *So it was Lord Olagwyen.* Shaking her head slighly, she gave an apologetic look to Caleesi before turning to the prince. "I fear Lord Olagwyen has shaken Lady Scarleth in some way. We must find him at once. Guard!" Calling over a guard clad in Findara's colors, the princess let out a angered huff, those eyes blazing like two individual suns. The armored man stood at attention before the princess, *"Yes, your highness?"* Delsandra replied, "You are to find Lord Lysanthir Olagwyen immediately and bring him to us." Without any protests, the guard nodded and turned, walking away to find the vampire. Delsandra turned back to Astalios, her eyes like embers. "I cannot believe that vile creature would do anything to Lady Scarleth. He must be brought to justice immediately."

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Delsandra didn't believe he would try anything at all on anyone. After all, he could very well cause immense problems for his kingdom in doing so. Shaking her head in anger, the conversation was soon interrupted by a loud whistle, followed by the explosion of the first firework. Delsandra jumped ever so slightly, not expecting it, which only caused her to sigh in frustration. Unable to help herself, Delsandra looked up at the glorious display before them, but that sense of dread in her chest remained. What did the vampire do to Caleesi? Did he feel her up, perhaps threaten to drink her blood? Did he know of how her parents had perished and chose to toy with her? It made the princesses blood boil, but she could only imagine how Astalios was feeling about it all.

The explosions overhead never seemed to end, and while she wanted nothing more than to admire and appreciate them, the matter before them was much more pressing.
Colette
***"BELAY THAT ORDER."*** *His voice barked out, commanding and solid, stopping the guard before he could fully walk out of earshot.* "You are not to bring him to us. That would only exacerbate the situation. Do nothing, and if you must do something, make sure this balcony is ours alone."

*He wondered, sometimes, whether Delsandra really knew how to take care of people, and why she thought bringing the man back was going to help at the current moment in getting any information out of Lady Scarleth mystified him.*

"My apologies, your highness, but we have not heard anything yet. If we do hear something prosecutable, we shall deal with it in a more discreet manner." *His speech was pointed, and his gaze lingered between her and the lady in question, trying to point out without saying it that bringing back the person who had just done something to Lady Scarleth was a terrible idea while Lady Scarleth was standing in front of them, terrified out of her mind.

That being said, he wanted to hear the truth as much as anyone else. He was close to the point of anger, but needed to actually hear what had happened before jumping to conclusions and possibly creating a larger mess than they had already been in. It was not going to help if they made assumptions and ended up creating a diplomatic incident. Of course, should anything be seriously wrong, the diplomatic incident would already be created, at which point they were no longer the offending parties, and could freely bring down recompense upon the Master of Laws.*

"My apologies, Lady Scarleth. He won't be back any time soon." *Astalios's teeth ground against his palate as he took the time to slow things down, even though it was very tempting to jump to conclusions.

What the lady needed was calm.*
Kenya
Perhaps in-trusting strangers, regardless of their royal status, was something Caleesi still needed to learn. Princess Delsandra had a way about her that soothed the nerves of startled souls if only for the moment. Her touch was warm, soft, and Lady Scarleth had fallen so deeply into it. She completely disregarded the idea that opening her mouth- or more so, *Her mind*- would cause issues such as the persecution of Lysanthir. Just as Caleesi had calmed her breathing, and felt grounded to her surroundings once more, Delsandra's sudden change of heart made the high elf's stomach drop. Her mouth flung open in a stammer, trying to bud in before the princess had already started collecting Findarian guards to hunt down the vampire. It was at that moment that the grandmistress truly began to ponder over if Lord Olagwyen truly derived this kind of public punishment... 

*The way he looked at her... He seemed so distraught, so heavily broken.*

Did he *Really* Deserve to be brought to justice over intimidating her? Part of Caleesi screamed yes. Of course he did- Why would he not? It was the one thing the elven woman stood for over all else. Justice against the foul creatures that were men with pointy teeth and a need for dominance. However... For the first time in the young woman's life she started to wonder if the same truly categorized that of Lord Olagwyen. He was derailing, that was for certain. His movements made nothing more than a stable for fear and intimidation. Yet when he took in the sight of the sorceress? There was nothing scary or harmful about it. All of it only further proving her conflicting feelings as to why he shouldn't be pursued. 
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"N-No!" Cali finally cried out, her eyes darting between the princess and the knight as he was already stomping off in hot pursuit. During the time Scarleths voice rang out from her throat, the scream of fireworks pierced the sky. Stopping the group's conversation completely until the clashing color show was over. Cali did watch it all as it happened, not to disrespect the severity of the topic at hand- but mainly because this *Was* What they came to see. Her crystal blue eyes held each color gently within her dilating pupils, silently in awe of just how magical and surreal every picture and symbol was brought to life. She even wondered if the vampire was watching it too somewhere... Enjoying what Findara peacefully had to offer, no matter who or what a person was. 

When Astalios stopped the guards from their orders, the tight air cramping within Cali's chest seemingly released with relief. She appreciated the level-headedness about him, and knew that he understood the severity of a situation that wasn't as big as it was being made out to be. Dipping her head in respect towards the prince, Lady Scarleth slowly moved her arms behind her back before she spoke again. Hoping no one would notice the light ring of red imprints along her wrist... 

"Just leave him be, *Please.*" Caleesi's voice finally murmured as the last and final explosion hit. She settled her gaze on no place in particular- mainly hovering back and forth between that of the prince and princess as she spoke softly. "I am not hurt, just startled. I... Do not know what Lord Olagwyen's intentions were with me but... He just- *Appeared* Out of nowhere when i thought i was alone.." As the high elf spoke, she felt more and more guilty for explaining something she felt was too personal. Regardless if what the High Lord did was wrong, Caleesi knew that it was not fully her story to share. And because of that nagging feeling, she found herself withholding the important information.

Pausing a moment, the young woman shook her head quickly as she tried to switch the topic. Hoping no one would ask any more questions on the topic, especially if it meant that Lysanthir would be looked into about it. 
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"But it does not matter, you are here now and i don't think he will be back any time soon." Raising her now firm hand towards the sky to signal Thunderfest was indeed over, Cali offered a gentle and honest half smile as if to calm those around her. "Thunderfest has ended, and I'm sure the Lawmaster is far on his way back to Lazaroth by now, right? Let us just enjoy the rest of the night before the rest of us venture home. I deeply apologize for startling you all," Wavering her sights closer towards the two, Scarleth spoke quieter through her teeth, hoping she wouldn't step out of line with her words. "But perhaps next time there will be far more security within events. If guests do not feel safe stepping out for a breath of fresh air, no matter the cause, I fear that will only cause more discourse for gatherings like these..."
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Colette
*The reactions of Lady Scarleth proved to him further that he had made the right decision in choosing to stop the hasty call-back of the Master of Laws. For all the passion that Delsandra could bring to bear, he found she had a nasty habit of not thinking things all the way through. A quick and cold mind was the greatest advantage in times of stress. While the conditions of the time could obfuscate the reactions of those who could not stay steady, an analytical look at the circumstances benefited everyone. 

Firstly, Lady Scarleth was terrified, yes, but unharmed, as far as he could tell, and her words corroborated that reality. Her skin showed no sign of any wounds, and as she held her hands behind her back, she seemed no more than terrified. Furthermore, her response in calling out a firm 'no' to the guards meant that she believed the issue could be taken care of without their help, which he happened to agree with.

Secondly, it was hard to come up with solid evidence for a prosecutable crime if what few details she had given them were true - that he had startled her, and she had not been hurt. Scaring someone was not a crime, or else every childhood prankster who happened to put a spider in a jar to scare their little sister would be arrested. If something further had happened, it would have been a different story, but this meant...

That the issue here was not Olagwyen's sudden appearance, which was strange, but not criminal. It was the way Caleesi felt, how scared she truly had been, and the interruption of her respite from being reminded of her parents' death by the very stimulus that had caused her to need the respite in the first place. It was bad business, and certainly very unpleasant for Lady Scarleth.

He inhaled, air flowing through his lungs like the tides coming in and going out once more, as the glow of the fireworks lit his face with flashing colors. He did not spare a moment to look - there was more pressing business to be dealt with.*

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*Why see fireworks when there was work to be done? As the lights illuminated the lines of his brow, he waited patiently for the two ladies to finish watching - which he supposed was a blessing in itself - that it was not serious enough for them to ignore the firework show. No symbolism needed to reach his eyes.

When they finished, and the conversation resumed, he found himself listening well to the advice of Lady Scarleth. Enjoy the rest of the night, she said - but he could not help but think this was some deflection, an attempt to be more aloof than she really was, to stabilize herself with a facade built on fabricated words and polite overtures. It was a tendency he was recognizing more and more in his court. To a degree, it was selflessness, but he wondered whether she might let them know how best to help - it was not going to improve the situation if she said nothing.*

"If... That is what you wish, we shall." *A hesitant reply from the prince met the assurance that they should enjoy the festival still with skepticism. But the next sentence, the statement of security - that was a problem he could fix.

He reached into a side pouch on his belt, a small mass of coins placing themselves neatly into the palm of his gauntlet. They liquefied with a thought, the copper and tin and silver and gold melding into the rivulets of mercury that dripped from his hand and reformed, coalescing into a small shape that rested upon the steel with legs sturdily placed. The figure of a small stag, which quickly solidified once more into a figurine of pure silver, untarnished and freshly made. He concentrated for a moment, small designs marking their way around the miniscule body of the stag until they once more faded back into the metal - now a familiar enchanted tool, one that Astalios used constantly.

His hand outstretched, and he laid the stag gently into the fingers of Caleesi.* "Frankly, I am somewhat ashamed that you did not have one of these already."

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*Were she to identify the spells placed on the stag, three enchantments worked in tandem to make this a useful tool of protection. Firstly, the reaction with a coin his guardsmen carried, each captain equipped to recognize the mark of the prince. Secondly, the reaction of the stag to intercept a blow or a strike or projectile coming in fast at her body, drawn to the intercept point by magic, and forming itself into a small deflective shield.

And thirdly, a call to the master device, a link to the armor of Astalios himself. Messages pressed into thought by the user of this particular stag would appear on the palm of his gauntlet in writing should they choose to make use of it.*

"I cannot post a guard on a foreign diplomat, but I can make sure that you go about with some level of protection." *It was a quick call if she was in danger, and a protective spell if words were no longer working.* "This and a guard complement may help."