Elissa
Lady Peraz Dumagne
The Mizzen Market, Tonate Proper

"Do try to be kind, Lutur. The king would not think so highly of you were he to know the disrespect you hold for his city." Peraz said though her eyes were not fixed on any rat or pile of rubbish, instead they were caught on the beauty of the marketplace and the people that filled it.

She watched as a group of children ran through the crowds with a wooden hoop, weaving through shoppers. At the back was a little red headed boy, holding a smaller boy who looked close to sleep on his back as he followed his friends, laughing and yelling along with them. It brought a small smile to her face to see.

Next she took note of the diversity of the city. While the bulk of the crowd was still the warm skinned islanders in their bright coloured clothing, she still managed to spot the high necked collars of Azaryans and the plain Taemar fashions she had only ever briefly seen.

"Hmm?" Peraz hummed as her brother caught her attention once more,"Oh yes, what a pretty dress she's wearing. I wonder if we know her."

There was something in the public intimacy between the couple that made Peraz's face flush under her makeup. She and Adrien had never been so public with their affections but there was something very endearing about the way the couple were getting on. It took a moment to realise as they were getting closer that there was something eerily familiar about the "*Ibbish*" Boy.

A short laugh escaped Peraz,"I don't believe you could ever curse anyone in earnest." She told Samsom with a soft squeeze to the arm she was holding. 

With Lutur's quickened pace, Peraz glowered at the back of the young lord's head. She would never complain about this pace they had taken on but that she was having to lift her skirts as she walked now and she preferred keeping her hands free, and with the flimsy weight of the Kemenike pinned to her headscarf she feared it slipping.

In no time at all it seemed they were approaching the couple and Peraz's eye caught the man's. His face was familiar and reminded her of summer days as a child, mucking up the hem of her skirts while she played sword fighting in the grass of the courtyard. *It couldn't be*, she thought, *He's dressed so plainly. He's gotten taller*.

"Guards, halt a second!" She called through her company (almost hoping to Lutur's annoyance) as they came face to face with the couple. And sure as day it was her childhood friend.

"This cannot be Lord Bastien de Lysse?" Peraz said in a faked rising inflection, letting her face break into a grin as she addressed him."Last time I saw you you were a head shorter than me!"
Antonio
Ser Samsom Dumagne
The Mizzen Market, Tonate Proper

"Lord Bastien?" Samsom followed his sister's gaze, scrutinizing the man's face. By all the gods, it *Was* Him: the white-haired son of Exarch Cyprien, stony-faced as ever. Remembering their time together fighting Vronti, Samsom decided to give him a soldier's salute, striking the resplendent, gem-lined silver plates on his breast and inclining his head. "It's good to see you again, man," He said with a small but earnest smile. "You look well."

With his head bowed, he threw a glance at Lutur. A mere glimpse was enough to see the anger and confusion on his lord-brother's face. Lutur often had trouble keeping up, especially when he was so anxious. Samsom knew exactly how his demeanour would change in a moment, once he realized who they'd come across.

Samsom, for his part, knew half of who'd they'd come across, but the other half was a total stranger. He hadn't heard of Bastien taking a wife. Whoever she was, she was carrying an air of reticence, eyes held low. "And who might this be?" He asked, offering with a gesture to kiss her hand.
Cedric
Bastien de Lysse
The Mizzen Market, Tonate Proper

Once his name left Lady Dumagne's lips, Bastien felt the eyes of the crowd prickling at his back and a faint murmuring hum of people talking to one another under their breath at his expense. A faint tenseness of irritation washed over him as an inaudible sigh left his lips. *'So much for the prospect of anonymity,'* He thought dryly. But at the bright smile on Peraz's face, his frustration departed as soon as it came. Her earnest smiles, which he had not seen for so long, were still as effective as her sword when used against him.

Before he could reply to her greeting, Samson interjected. Bastien returned Samson's salute with a courteous nod, appreciating the few extra seconds Samson had bought him. "It is good to see you again as well," He said as he glanced over the guardsmen and managed to see Lutur scowling, obviously confused. His eyes went back to Samson as the young man addressed Calypso.

His expression did not change as he gave a small gesture towards the dark-haired woman. "This is Lady Kolgrim," He said, his tone polite but formal. Nonchalant. "She is my youngest sister's lady-in-waiting."

After that, he turned his attention back to Peraz and her bright smile. A well of confusing emotions stirred inside of him as he gazed at her, his hard expression softening. "You always were taller than me," He finally said, offering his hand to kiss hers. A faint smile, a bit bittersweet, crossed his face as he looked down at her. "Ten years gave me enough time to catch up, I suppose."
Tom
Calypso Kolgrim 

Tonate Proper | The Shrouds

Nobles recognize each other's, that was a given. But still Calypso had not expected the members of that imposing parade to so openly address Bastien's presence. 

She kept silent, eyes low on the ground, as the group exchanged greeting, content in remaining invisible to the eyes of the crowd and of the highborns. But her peace didn't last long as someone approached her. 
 Her eyes blinked up in surprise, meeting the gray ones of her interlocutor. He seemed a kind man but she knew better than to trust appearances. 

Before she could reply, Bastien was quick to spare her the embarrassment to introduce herself. The men must have mistaken her for some higher member of society. 
"It's a plesure to meet you, Sir." Spoke gently, as she bowed in an elegant curtsy, before offering the man her hand and a sweet smile " Have you just arrived at the Isles? " Asked her aderssing the trio, in an attempt to make small talk, but not expecting to get paid any attention for the rest of the conversation.
Elissa
Lady Peraz Dumagne
The Mizzen Market, Tonate Proper

It had been a decade since she had last seen Bastien. A decade ago she was still a child in many ways. She could still remember sitting with him and her brothers and sister under trees in the summer, playing games with dice and cards and he had been so awkward and gangly. Now she was happy her Kemenike kept her appearing taller than him and the childish urge to embrace an old friend was strong enough for her to shake her head a moment to remind herself of the impropriety.

The lady gave him her hand to kiss and chuckled,"Then I shall have to wear taller hats."

When she was given a moment she curtsied to his partner and gave the girl a kind smile - hoping it hid her surprise that they did not seem to be courting,"A pleasure to meet you Lady Kolgrim. May I say how gorgeous your dress is, I admired it as we approached."

She hoped her idle chat would save the poor girl from her youngest brother's attention. He didn't seem to be kind to anyone he deemed lower than their family.