Her royal majesty of Avalon, high queen Sable Morgaine shifted around in her chair for the nth time. At first, the meeting discussing importing timber from werewolf territories in the black forest of Germany had gone rather well. And then the debates broke out among the councilors. Sable had brought back order once which had quickly broken down. Like her sons, she wants to be enjoying the pleasant weather. Even more so if she can do it with her husband. Who just happens to be asleep but looks like he's paying complete attention to the goings on. Which might fool the councilors because they can't see his eyes through his blindfold but Sable knows better. She nudges her husband to wake him up. "We could take a page out of our sons books and see how long it takes for them to notice that we are gone? Perhaps a nice ride to our favorite grove?", she says loud enough for Jasurai's sensitive ears to pick up on.<br/><br/>****************************************************************************<br/><span style="color: #BF4000">Zarai grinned when Luka spoke to him. "Well duh. It's a perfect day and the weathers perfect. Even though I'm going to get yelled at for going outside without any sunscreen on," the white prince says sadly. He blinks his eyes when Luka mentions horses. "But i thought you hated horses." Peering around Luka, he looks to see if he can spot the parental spies the older prince had mentioned. Of course it's all a blur of colors. "What's the plan Luka?," he asks in a whisper.</span><br/><br/>****************************************************************************<br/><span style="font-style: italic">An off duty guard silently watches the happenings of the tavern while inhaling a strong pint of beer made right on the isle. Although not able to sense or use magick himself, he still protects the isle. He raises an eyebrow when and elf and several men come through with a coffin and head towards the private room. </span>