Diamia's Coronation

From FiranMUX

Historical Log: Diamia's Coronation

Anarinuell: Cockatrice District -- IstaNydiam Palace -- Throne Room

Lianos heads over to sit with his cousin. He seems pleased to be here. He's wearing his spiffiest clothes.

Daphrus arrives in something less than a dignified hurry, on account of the toddlers attached to each hand, each trying to toddle at a different pace, seemingly on purpose. His mop of red curls obscures his green eyes like a veil, but the frown on his face is clearly formed in his thinly pursed lips. "THIS way, Lindin," he chides, giving the smaller child a yank. Yvette's presence in the crowd is like a shining beacon for the young Didoron, and he brightens considerably to his usual dimpled grin. Taking the risk of letting Lycantus, the youngest one, go for just a moment, he sweeps away the unruly curls from his brow and tucks them behind his ears. "Come on. And you both be quiet, okay, or Clan Leader Nydiam will nail you to a tree, you hear? Right. This way."

Nydiam is escorted slowly into his throne room. Nydiam looks older than dirt, but he is dressed rather well. He slowly makes his way to the front where he stands next to a Cockatrice priest who will be overseeing the ceremony. He offers a brief smile to his daughter and turns the crowds. A weak smile and a slow wave is offered to the crowds.

Norah rises to curtsey to the Princes and Viceroy before reclaiming her seat, dipping her head differentially. She smiles at Reimus in greeting.

Reimus makes his way into the throneroom and seeks out a table with familiar faces to sit down at!

Savaren nods to Adan with a bit of a smile as he sits and waits for things to begin.

Serina rises as well, her curtsey smooth and low, gaze sliding to the floor - she then takes her seat once more and gives Reimus a smile.

Arik smiles at Avni and chuckles, "I'm sure she's doing perfectly fine Avni. And I imagine she would have been causing chaos here." He offers another light nod to Adan but letting him get on with the other nobly types. He smiles at Avni, "Come let's find some seats before they're all taken."

Is it really happening? It's happening. No postponement this time. Some trumpets are trumpeted, some drums are drummed, and a procession slowly moves through the throne room. There are guards, all in their stately best. There are priests and priestesses, all in the holy best. Then there is Diamia, all in her Diamiabest. Decked out in silk, platinum and elianosite, her appearance is stately and her manner solemn. That is until her dad waves to her and her dimples flash a brief grin emerges.

Rialla returns a few minutes later and curtsies once more to the nobles as she closes the strings on her pouches. She glances at Priestess Nicolette and sits down with her.

Nicolette returns with Rialla, dropping a deep curtsey before taking a seat towards the back of the room.

Junot comes to double attention when the Clan Leader Select enters. The plan for tonight is to keep an eye on everyone.

Avni mmhmms as she nods, waiting for him to pull out a chair before she joins his table, "Well, let us hope so. You know how I worry..maybe I should learn to relax a bit, hmm?"

Just a tad late, Taleena makes her way into the IstaNydiam palace. She's not dressed in any frippery or finery, just the self same mourning clothes she's donned since her husband's death. Today, she is without child, thinking it perhaps best to leave a baby home from such an important event. Even if Teodor is a quiet lot, he's taken to squealing at the most inopportune times of late.

Once everyone has gotten to their proper places, the oldest and most priestly looking of the priests steps forward and lifts his gnarled hands in a call for silence. As a hush falls over the room, he lifts a raspy voice. "Mawwaige!" Nope, wrong ceremony. "Welcome, citizens of the Republic. Please bow your heads in prayer on this most special day.." The fellow tips his head forward, eyes closed. Geez, he looks older than even .. even .. Nydiam!

Nydiam smiles to the crowds from up front. It looks as though the priest is ready to begin. He offers small waves to those that he recognizes.

People from all over the Republic are gearing up to attend the coronation ceremony of Lady Diamia IstaNydiam, soon to be Clan Leader Diamia IstaNydiam. Anyone who's anyone will be at the Ista Nydiam Palace to witness this grand and ostentatious occassion. It is said that people have travelled into the city far and wide, just to be able to touch the hem of her dress or tunic, as the transfer of the medallion from one holder to another has been known to bestow some sense of magic to those that touch the hem on the first night a Clan Leader officially takes office.

Nivik slips in quietly and picks the least crowded table to settle himself and his son.

Yaffros makes a second entrance with a particularly flapping cape, his heels clacking irritation. But this quickly abates to a more polite and steady gait as he recognizes the ceremony is past the "preceremony" state. He slides into his seat with, thereafter, minimal fuss.

Lucia twists the bracelet around her wrist absently as her attention remains focused on the front. HEr gaze slip to Nivik briefly, giving his young boy a finger wave before she quickly closes her eyes in prayer as everyone else does.

Taleena takes a moment to offer her prayers, and then pauses to look over the tables and where she might sit. She seems uncertain with the various groupings.

Savaren quiets down at his table and turns to watch and listen to the ceremony.

Tarran slips in quietly to see Lady Dimma crownded.

Nydiam eyes the priest and bows his head as he asks for everyone to offer a prayer.

After mumbling his prayers, the ancient priest manages to pick his head up again and smiles kindly at the crowd that must be just a fuzzy blur to him. "This is a holy and momentous occasion for the Clan and the Firan people, the passing of the medallion from one leader to another. The Gods have bestowed upon our leaders the wisdom to rule and the strength to lead..." And he goes on for quite a while, recounting historical events and as well as holy script. Fiery in parts, gentle in others, he is passionate of what he speaks. Finally, though, his speech comes to an end and he bows low to Nydiam, Diamia joining the gesture with a deep curtsy.

Taleena nods to someone at the front table and then goes to settle herself there.

Don't fidget, don't fidget, don't fidget. When she straightens, Diamia stands very still, super still even! However, her hands -- buried down at her sides -- betray her, all a-flutter with small movements. Probably only those closest to the front will notice but it seems that someone is just a wee bit nervous. Maybe it was all the people reaching out to touch her clothes as she walked by. Maybe. Keeping her attention fixed on Nydiam, she watches him closely as he prepares to speak.

Let it never be said a Hydran was late for a party. Taa-dum. Gondarus arrives to offer his post-well-wishes, and get some of that lobster in his belly.

Lucia's attention wanders briefly, scanning past the other tables. She watches Lianos a moment, trying to recall what seems familiar about him and if she's seen him before. Eventually she returns her gaze back to the front.

Nydiam clears his throat and steps forward, "I thank you all for attending this historical ceremony. In a moment, my daughter, Diamia IstaNydiam will don the medallion and lead this clan into its future. Looking back to the past, we have seen troubled and tumultuous times. We were a fractured people and plagued with civil war. Many people have questioned my actions, my decisions and my choices. I am glad that you kept the faith in me and in this medallion." He gestures back to Diamia, "In my daughter, we have both the blood of the IstaBannos and the line of the Cockatrice rulers before him. She also carries the blood of my grandfather, the God, Zin. She binds and restores the Cockatrice Clan to its path before our heroes departure. I know many of you never got the chance to know our beloved heroes as we older folk do." He pauses a moment.

Taleena stops speaking at her table to pay attention to Nydiam's words, watching him carefully with her ever shrewd expression.

For some Cockatrice, this is not only their first time in the IstaNydiam palace but in the city as well. They are all wide-eyed and awed, whispering amongst themselves about this person and pointing out the lavish silks of that person. Mostly, though, they are struck by the ceremony at hand and drink up every word spoken. As Nydiam speaks of the past, the good times and the bad, several old ladies dab at their eyes and nod to their companions. 'Remember when..' is on the lips of many and sometimes even a smile follows the statement! Sometimes? All the time, dammit!

Gondarus seems to've missed the party entirely, and arrived early! Even better. He listens to Nydiam with excitement about the coronation, and finds a place to be seated.

Menelia slips in knowing full well she is late, offering a quick curtsy before her guard pulls out a seat for her, glancing about to see who else is here.

Lucia tenses slightly as Gondarus sits down but relaxes after a moment, lowering her voice in conversation with him, though most of her attention is on the ongoing ceremony.

Did you hear? They are executing everyone who arrives late! No, not really. Just killing their babies! No, not really that either. In actuality, Menelia is escorted to a seat by one of the many servants and attendants on hand. Meanwhile, Diamia is up front, continuing to look like the perfect mix of solemn and nervous. She nods at several things her father says but it's his stage right now.

Gondarus hears an old lady whisper of late-arrival executions, and gets very very tense. He's a large man luckily. It'd take a few swings of the axe.

Nivik is more a people watcher really so his gaze drifts about the room before finally spying his old friend as his gaze settles on Lianos briefly.

Nydiam takes a moment to cough and continues, "Where was I? Yes. The recent years have made me proud to lead this clan. Look how far we have come, and now my daughter has a new generation of Cockatrice citizens to look and care after. I look into the crowds and I see so many sons and daughters of the boys and girls, now men and women, that I have grown up with. I am simply in awe of it all. Now, my child will be caring for yours. Time marches on." He looks back to his daughter and then back to the crowds, "I thank you all, again, for your keeping your faith in me. Now, it is time for me to fade into the background and let her carry forth the weight, hopes and dreams of this clan." He looks back to the priest and nods.

Father Time hobbles forward again and motions to Diamia. She moves to stand beside her father and the priest gives Unotian blessings, blessings to the leader stepping down and blessings to the leader taking his place. The priests fades back and a priestess in Eeshan robes glides to the forefront, offering blessings from her temple. Finally, an Uffian closes out the prayers. The Cockatrice people are sticklers for tradition and these are prayers that have been said at every Cockatrice coronation since .. well, since ever! The old ones in the croud, they nod approvingly. "Your Honor," the Unotian says to Nydiam after a raspy cough. "If you will."

Nimizo slips into the back holding the hand of a wide eyed little girl. He settles into a spot to watch and slips his arm around the girl's middle to heft her up where she can see better.

Nydiam gave you Cockatrice Clan Medallion.

Nydiam sets down the Cockatrice Clan Medallion.

You pick up the Cockatrice Clan Medallion.

Diamia puts on her Cockatrice Clan Medallion.

Nydiam slowly removes the medallion from his neck and hands it over to the Diamia. He lets out an audibly sigh as if he is passing over a very large weight off of his shoulders.

Zaridos taps the fingers on one hand on the table softly. There is that brief moment of temptation to run over, grab the medallion, yell 'Yoink' and flee. Luckily, he supresses that temptation. For now.

Taleena attentatively watches the transfer, this being the first actual coronation she's ever been able to attend of the last three or four that have been held.

Well, this is it! Diamia takes a very, very, VERY large breath and lets her eyes close briefly before lowering her head to receive the medallion. It somehow feels heavier than the other times her father has let her hold it and she glances down at the shiny disc about her neck. BY THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL! No, no. However, she does tap her ceremonial Very Big Stick before addressing the people here.

Savaren is also concentrating on watching the coronation at the momment and then awaits to hear Diamia's words. Offering a smile to her from his seat.

Zalman watches the exchange of the medallion smiling all the while as he does so.

Menelia watches intently, glad she was at least able to catch the most important part! Too bad the boys were too young to even remember this. Thus the reason they are at home with the nanny.

Nydiam takes a step back and rubs his chest absently. He looks panicked for a momenent and then looks at Diamia. Nydiam says silenty, "Oh." and cracks a smile ear to ear.

Diamia slowly turns to face the crowd. "I pray to the Gods most beloved by the Cockatrice people to guide me in my rule. To Uf," She lays down a feather, white and pristine. "..I pray that all the dreams of my clan come true. To Eesha," A vial of tears joins the feather. "..I pray to always lead with wisdom and honor. To Unot," A disc of silver is added to the mix. "..I pray that he guides us through the change of leadership and birth of a new era."

Her prayers said and offerings made, the young lady steps forward to the edge of the reflecting pool, dropping flower petals to float upon the surface. "I call to my patron deity, Zin, to stir the currents of adventure in my heart, so that I will always look for new solutions in every situation." The flowers she has chosen seem to be an indication of the type of ruler she wishes to be: an iris for wisdom, a daisy signifying loyal love, a violet to be ever watchful, ever faithful and a few petals from the free-spirited buttercup -- she is her father's daughter after all.

The newly coronated Clan Leader pulls in a death breath, drawing herself up straighter than straight before smiling gently at all those gathered here to witness this momentuous occasion. Inclining her head respectfully to the masses, she says: "It is with great humility and deep respect that I accept the bequest of my ancestors. Many cheers for the Cockatrice and the continued prosperity that lies before us!"

The crowd seems interested.

Tarran scratches his little nose .. if'n Lady Dimma's bein crownded .. where's the crown?

Junot leans on the butt of his spear. This is not a first for him, either.

(Much cheering ensues! CHEER! CHEER! HURRAH! CHEER!)

Arethi sneaks in as discreetly as possible, her eyes sweeping over the room a moment before settling on Diamia. The little perfumer makes no move to slip to far into the room as she pulls little irrtably at the stola she wears.

..And with that? There's a new Bitch in town. Huzzah! Looking over at her father, Diamia smiles brightly with her dimples in full attendance before she joins in with the cheers for her pop.

Nimizo gives a loud cheer for the newly made clan leader. The little girl on his lap looks marginally annoyed by all the noise but strains on her toes to see better.

Savaren smiles and stands up and begins to clap and cheer for Diamia.

Nydiam says "Long live, Diamia IstaNydiam!"

As people begin to filter forward to congratulate the new Clan Leader, Rikon stands up and moves towards the dais himself. Dressed in a suit of armor that usually hangs in Bannos and Shara's bedroom, he is quite large in comparison to most folk, and assertively moves to the front albeit in polite fashion. No, he didn't jump up and down, clap, and cheer with everyone else. There is a small smile on his face, nonetheless, as he approaches Diamia. "Congratulations, cousin." The Lord Istabannos reaches for her hand, clasping tightly and leaning forward to chastely kiss her on the cheek.

Now that the hollaring and cheering has begun, Zaridos stands and makes his way to the front dais. You know it's a special event when Zaridos went to the bath house before arriving. He smiles at Diamia and Nydiam. "Lord Uncle, Your Honor, congratulations. Mum would be proud to see such a peaceful ceremony, I would think."

Firistan seems almost disappointed that there were no riots or mysterious archers laying seige to the coronation. He looks about slowly as if something exciting might pop up. When nothing does, he rises to his feet. "Come along, Lord Gadrus." he murmurs to his younger uncle, gesturing for the boy to stand up.

Goodness gracious! Such a loud reception and then there is that rush of people moving forward. Happy faces? Happy faces. Diamia takes a few quick breaths and begins to make announcements about food, liquor and partying to be had. But there is Rikon. The young Clan Leader -- buh! -- blinks when he takes her hand and, chaste or not, blushes furiously when he plants one on her cheek. "Oh," she says after a hitched gasp. "Thank you, cousin!"

Savaren remains at his seat while others go to congratulate Diamia and nods to something Taleena says.

Yvette remains seated and can't seem but help herself from smiling wide. Clasping her hands together as she watches first Rikon - with a slightly arched brow - and then Zaridos, she appears exceptionally happy for her friend. Glancing to Firistan, her tilts her head. "Leaving before the party," is wondered with some disappointment.

Tarran performs a happy version of the celebration song, his notes filling the air with joy.

Gadrus looks somewhat irritated that Firistan would bid him follow. He manages a baleful look toward the older man, but still rises from his seat. "I wonder why the haste, Lord Nephew."

Lucia cheers politely but doesn't move yet as others go to congratulate the new Clan leader.

Nicolette remains seated, letting the important Nobles, Clan Leaders, and such speak to Diamia and congratulate her before she even dares go near the dais.

Tarran strikes up a happy tune to celebrate the occasion.

Rialla stays with Nicolette. Safer that way. She does glance over and give Mother Halla a smile and a slight wave but stays near the priestess.

Taleena remains seated for now, waiting for the commoners to be the first to touch Diamia's hem and what not.

Solovar stands by the main entrance to the throne, keeping an eye out for anyone who might cause mischief. One hand on his sword hilt, the other encircling some stout whiskey, his sword arm tenses every time someone approaches the new Clan leader.

Ronti is standing in the back, looking at all that is going on, and then smirks with a little chuckle passing his lips. He heads out now that the ceremony is over.

Daphrus rises from his seat, as well, taking his younger brothers by the hand - forcibly, in the case of Lindin, who glares. "We should be going, too," he explains to Yvette. "Mother will worry if they're not home by the time she remembers to look for them." Which is to say, when the nannies tell her they're gone.

Alexa has witnessed the coronation, and heads out to deal with whatever she's been putting off. Most notably, her player going to bed.

Serina hangs back as well, wanting to let the Truly Important Ones give the new clan leader their congratulations.

At the conclusion of the ceremony, Taleo rises from the benches and heads toward Clan Leader Diamia. Being behind Zaridos, he inclines his head, "Your Honor, Clan Leader Diamia. Lord Nydiam. Congratulations to you both. This is a great day for the Republic. I wish you all the best Your Honor, wisdom, fortunes, and happiness."

"Yes, we must unfortunately depart, Lady Yvette." he offers her what could be considered an apologetic smile. Sorta. Firistan slides his chair under the table and prepares to depart. "I suppose you may stay if you wish, Lord Gadrus."

Nimizo smiles to the pretty mes' he's been sitting with and gets up slowly carrying his daughter. The young priest limps over towards Diamia, smiling warmly to the new clan leader.

Nydiam smiles and then comes off the throne. He leans heavily on his staff and meanders toward the table with the wine on it. He keeps murmuring under his breath, "Fine. Fine. Wonderful."

Nydiam looks over to Taleo, "Thank, you Viceroy. Thank you."

"I shall stay," Gadrus decides, seating himself again with his usual air of sobriety. "At least for a short while." He watches as the unwashed masses swarm the throne for their piece of the magic, and his grey eyes look icy.

Yvette bobs her head a few times to Daphrus. "Of course, of course. I am going to stay for a bit. I'm sure Lord Didoron would expect as much of me," is noted as she grins vaguely. Though disappointment appears again as Firistan makes his departure. She wiggles her fingers at him and regains her smile when Gadrus seems to remain. "Ah, lovely. I am lacking an escort, my Lord."

Yaffros sweeps to his feet, the low edge of his cape flicking twice against his heels before it settles flat, momentarily. Then, with clicking, but not hasty, pace, he makes his way toward the line.

Diamia looks a bit wary of Zaridos as he approaches the front, not seeming to have a great deal of faith in his ability to be good for a /whole/ hour. However, when it becomes clear that he does not come bearing noogies or anything, she allows herself to smile and murmur a bit of quiet gratitude. But, oh, lookit that! People touching her hem which is not freaking her out at all. Nope. Not. At. All. Shifting attention to Taleo, she bows to the Bear. "Thank you, Viceroy."

Taleena speaks a few last words to Savaren and then makes her own rising from her seat to go greet Diamia. "Lord Nydiam, Clan Leader Diamia -- congratulations on a successful and happy... mostly happy... transfer of power. I'm sure there will be many still nostolgic over Lord Nydiam's rule of the Clan." She offers a rare, but warm, smile to both Nydiam and the new Clan Leader.

Nivik had risen and was just moving in the direction of Lianos when Lianos departs so he glances about with a sigh before padding over and bobbing his head to Lucia.

Zalman smiles and stands as well and makes his way to the line of well wishers and smiles waiting his turn.

Amadea gets in line to do the touching of the hem thing, since it's probably the only time that Diamia well let people get close enough to touch her without killing them. She's not really excited nor giddy about it, but her face shows determination to wait out the throng. Nydiam gets a stare and deep curtsey as she passes him by, while her hand absently pats the jingling backpack full of healing supplies upon her back. Just in case.

Savaren moves from his table now and moves to be in line. When he gets to Diamia he smiles ot her. "Congratulations, your Honor, a truelly great day for everyone." He bows to her. He then looks to Nydiam. "And a well deserved rest for you, Lord Nydiam." HE smiles. "My best to you both, and glory for your clan."

Zaridos steps to the side as others approach. He tries to catch the gaze of Taleena and tilts his head questioningly.

Taleena catches said gaze and nods her head, murmuring a few words quietly to him.

Nimizo bows stiffly to Diamia when he gets towards the front, "Congradulations Your Honor." Galiana waves her hand to try and touch a bit of the new clan leader's cloak or robe. Yeah good luck!

Lucia has a wine brought to her as she seems in no rush to approach the new Clan leader as of yet. She keeps a wary glance around her but offers a quick smile as a certain Iberik noble pads over. "Ah, Lord Nivik. I was wondering if I would see you at this event this evening." she gives another finger wave to his son.

Taleo steps away, and heads toward the drinks. Important drinks. And also, messengers.

Melani rises from the table as well, a half step behind Taleena, and approaches the dais behind. She's not dressed for a party, instead in her Republic greens with a navy cape hanging from the backplate. She waits for the throngs to thin somewhat before approaching, so she doesn't barge right up and trample people! Melani is in armor, she can trample now.

Nydiam motions to the musicians to cue some tunes. They immediately begin to play festive tunes.

Yaffros must add his congratulations, but, thankfully, not too much at length. "Your Honor." He inclines his head low toward Diamia. "A glorious ceremony, apropos to a glorious new Clan Leader. The medallion sits well on you." A lesser bow, but still one substantial, toward Lord Nydiam. But he says nothing further, merely begins to withdraw.

Nicolette departs the table, but doesn't go far. Instead, she stands near it and waits her turn to touch Diamia's hem.

The Firanosian Priestess also moves into line to wish the new Clan Leader well and to touch her hem. Karana dips into a curtsey, offering the young clan royal a smile, murmuring, "Congratulations your Highness. May Firanos' peace fill your heart." She retreats as quietly as she approached, fading back into the crowd.

Junot is now trying to keep one eye on the door, one eye on the guests, one eye on Her Honor, and one eye on how people are enjoying the drinks. And he's not tall enough to see over many of these people as well.

It easily becomes evident that Zaridos and Taleena have business elsewhere as they pair up and leave the throne room together. She has a mulling look on her face, which easily mixes with a sad sort of candor.

Norah approaches Diamia, with a basket in hand. "Your Honor," she says, quietly. The basket she sets down next to Diamia, and touches her hem with deference.

Nivik gives Lucia one of his flawless smiles then glances to his son with a grin. "Aye, you can't keep us away from anywhere you can find free booze, Lady Lucia."

"Certainly not," Gadrus replies to Yvette, looking vaguely scandalized by the idea of it. He stands with her, and extends his elbow to allow her to latch onto his arm should she wish, as long as it is with utmost propriety. The young Hydran Lord makes his way with the elder Didoron toward Diamia, and her crowd of sycophants.

Halla stands from her seat with the assisting arm of a nearby guard. Her trek through the line to the front is slow, steps shuffling, but she eventually makes it. "Your Honor," the Solian High Priestess greets with a deep bow of her head (she'd bow all the way, but those /knees/ ...). "My Soli bless your rule and give you long life." She brushes an aging hand along Diamia's hem as she steps back to allow the next to approach.

Rialla follows the priestess up and patiently waits. There is something to be said for being an apprentice.

Adan gets up into the receiving line, looking to take his turn as well. "Your Honor," he tells his cousin. "It is a pleasure to see this day with you. I am glad I could see it come." He dips to touch her hem as well, as have the others.

What? The kiss upstaged everyone? That wasn't Rikon's intention, though his gaze briefly moves past his cousin to those approaching the dais where he lingers.

Serina follows Norah, giving the new clan leader a deep curtsey of her own, murmering a soft "Your Honor" in turn as her fingers reach out to brush Diamia's hem.

Karana meant 'Your Honor' of course.

Despite the 'ZOMG THEY ARE TOUCHING ME' freak out that is most assuredly is taking place on the inside, Diamia remains -- for the most part -- outwardly calm and is very gracious to all who approach. She'd kiss the babies except that she'd zap them; instead she lets them grab at her clothes with their grubby, sticky hands. "Beautiful child," she intones warmly and then smiles at the next person in line. Ahh! "Thank you so much, Prince Savaren," Grin-grin-twinkle! "Nimizo! So glad you are here! Thank you!" Dimple-dimple-shine! "Lord Iberik, it is an honor to have you here to witness this happy day for my clan." And so one! And so forth!

Zalman nods as he close and bows towards both Nydiam and Diamia "M'lord and Your honor, I wish you and other fellow clansmen, well and if it's possible even better than we live now, in your ruling years, Your Honor." he bows once more not staying long afterwards for a reply to allow others to do the same.

Modestia inserts herself into the queue of folks lining up to meet and greet with the new Clan Leader, however as she draws closer, her pretty violet eyes keep swinging back over to the buffet table. Maybe she should be a little liquored up before trying to say anything nice and proper...

Savaren nods and then heads off to get a few drinks and take his messengers and then do whatever.

Lucia laughs lightly. "Ah, spoken like a true Eagle clan member Nivik. Surely another reason we get along." she grins easily, finishing her first glass of wine.

Nicolette finally gets in line behind the rest of the cmommonres. When her time comes, she merely kneels at the foot of the dais and /carefully/ touches the hem of Diamia's silks, just a flutter, and moves her hand as if being burnt by fire. "May you live long and prosper, Your Honor, and May Eesha Bless you all of your days." the Priestess says, before standing up and letting the next person touch the woman's hem. She pats her hairpins, rubbing her head where she stabbed herself trying to wear them.

Touchy touch touch. Whee. Amadea finally gets bored with the hem of Diamia's stola and turns to contemplate the wine selection, obviously not one to wax poetic about how wonderfully blah blah blah the reign blah blah. She came, she saw, she touched. Now it's time to party.

Tarran sees people queuing up to congratulate Diamia and so joins in towards the end. When he gets to her he bows deeply and mumbles, "Umm .. best wishes .. umm .. my lad .. ahh .. Your Honour." He touches the hem of her robe as everyone else is doing and shrinks back into the crowd.

Nimizo smiles warmly to Diamia and dips his head again, "I wouldn't miss it your Honor, my wife wanted to come as well but she didn't think it would be a good idea she does send her best wishes."

Yvette smirks a bit at Gadrus' reaction and then walks away from the table they'd been sharing. She makes her way toward the side of the dais a bit, trying to keep out of the way of those touching the new Clan Leader's hems. Offering a curtsy respectfully first, her smile is broad and her expression continues to betray her apparently happiness. "It was beautiful, and you look stunning Your Honor," is offered to Diamia first and Yvette nearly reaches out for her friend's hands before catching herself. Zomg medallion zap! Chuckling a bit, she then dips down to touch the hem. "It was an honor to be here for this day, Clan Leader Diamia," is offered sincerely and then she inclines her head to Nydiam as well. "You are a legendary leader, one we will not soon forget."

Melani finally sees a hole and holds the sides of her cape still as she steps forward and curtsies deeply to Diamia and Nydiam. "Gods blessings upon you both, Your Honors. And you made a wonderful speech, Clan Leader Diamia." She doesn't touch the woman, since she just doesn't touch Clan Leaders if she can help it, but she smiles brightly to those in clan leadership, including Rikon.

Avni mmhmms as she follows Arik towards the new Clan Leader, smiling as she bows her head towards the other nobles, letting him take the lead.

Solovar is still standing around, looking out over the /slowly/ departing crowd. He spots Junot trying to look out over the masses himself and stifles a chuckle as he watches him trying to peek over everyone. Still, though, he is doing his best to watch everyone and everything at once.

Menelia isn't apart of the touchy touchy feel thing. She has enough to worry about at present. Her guard motions for her silently, and she moves to head outside.

Rialla follows Nicolette and then dips into a deep curtsey, the white of her stola done in her clan's blue and red trim. "I wish you peace and happiness, your honor." She takes a step back as not to crowd the clan leader and looks around a bit timidly. She then curtsies to Lord Nydiam. "You must be a very proud father, your ho-er, lordship." She offers a smile and then retreats back to Nicolette's side.

Gadrus does not stoop to touching the woman's garments. He does, however, offer her a diplomatic smile, and a bow that is suitably deferential. "Congratulations to you, Your Honour. May God bless your reign to be both prosperous and long."

Greetings have been given and one is an Eagle, like those other Eagles within the throne room (even the commoners). Thus, Yaffros must move toward the amphora, also, for the purpose of sampling the wine. Which is assuredly of fine quality.

Nivik sighs and glances to the throne then back to Lucia. "Well, I suppose I should get the meet and greet over with so I can get down to some serious drinking."

Serina smiles softly at Norah, giving the woman a small nod before she turns and sweeps from the Throne Room, her guards flanking her on either side.

This is just about as close to overwhelming as an event can possibly be but Diamia continues to greet everyone who appraoches to wish her well. She glances to her father and Rikon periodically, making certain that they are still there and drawing strength from their presence. "Thank you, so much," she says to those whose names escape her grasp. The people she knows, they get the personalized version!

Lucia still seems content to sit but she should go up if only for a moment. She stands. "Aye, I need to offer my congratulations as well." she admits.

Arik smiles rising along with his wife, stepping into the throngs doing their obeisances to Diamia. Once he gets the opportunity to he makes his bow to Diamia by the hem as seems to be common. He does smile, "Congratulations your Honor. I was blessed by the Gods to see this happy day." He pauses and then adds a bit quieter though with a wry smile, "Though it is good to see none of the children have deigned to leave you any gifts today." His attention moving to Nydiam with the mild, "My Lord Nydiam, Congratulations as well. My mother passes on her congratulations to you and your daughter as well, and she hopes you will have a chance to let her visit and reminisce now... I fear she believes you may be a captive audience now."

Adan offers a brief smile to his brother as he finishes his greetings, then going to see about the party that comes after. Parties are good things, that's for sure.

Diamia does pause in her many 'thank you's to announce. "There is more food and drink in the dining room as well as a floor fit for dancing!" And then it's back to letting people paw at her clothes. Whee!

Avni bows her head and curtsies in front of the new Clan Leader as she smiles and says softly, her tone quite sincere, "Congratulations. I shall be praying for your Honor at the temple of Soli.."

Melani steps back and out of the way, grinning still and giving a wave to Rikon and Savaren first, until she spies the towering figure of

Mateo, and waves to him as well before she heads out.

Nicolette sings "Cockatrice Coronation Song," with elegance and grace. The song denotes the passing of the medallion from one Clan Leader to Lady Diamia. Nicolette's melodies rise and fall at the appropriate times, adding beauty and elegance to the historic song.

Nimizo moves back from the throng of people around Diamia limping off to the side.

Nydiam walks back over to Diamia and nods to Arik, "It has been a long time since I have visited with Fridae." He reflects on that folds his arms. Nydiam's gaze studies his daughter and all her new admirers.

Nicolette coughs a little as she tries to sing a new song for Diamia. However, she goes to get some wine before trying again, keeping off to the side a bit.

Nicolette sings "Cockatrice Coronation Song," with elegance and grace. The song denotes the passing of the medallion from one Clan Leader to Lady Diamia. Nicolette's melodies rise and fall at the appropriate times, adding beauty and elegance to the historic song.

Amadea is stuck to the amphora like white on rice, a drink in both hands and curious eyes watching everyone and everything like a hawk. A creepy one, but still a hawk. Everytime a noble passes by she dips into a curtsey, causing to her look like a drunken bobber.

Having offered her sincerities, Yvette turns to Gadrus and grins. "Shall we head to the dining room, my Lord? I haven't seen you since...heavens. You were about this high," is noted to him while she holds her hand a few inches below his current height. "It will be nice to catch up with you, if you might be able to stay a bit longer."

Maedrus approaches Lady Diamia when he may, bowing low with his colorful cape spread out, "Congratulations on my lady's appointment, the status does her honor well and she is far more radiant standing in regal bearing than when last I saw her to share my humble skills."

Lucia steps forward when there's a break in the clothing groping people and murmurs congratulations to Diamia. "May Zutiv shine your path brightly." and was she sneaking a touch of the clothing? Surely not!

Yaffros counts the wine fine. At least, so would one assume. He samples . . . a different variety. For comparrison.

Junot is dying. All those people so close to Her Honor. And who knows what's going on outside?

"I should like that," Gadrus decides with a nod. He moves away from the crowd with Yvette and comments, "I must admit to a bit of reticence when I heard of the wedding announcement, but it is something I will learn to adjust to."

Unlike some uppity commoners, Modestia Honoria is exceptionally well-informed as to her place in society and so when, at long last, she is face to face with Diamia, she offers the younger woman a warm smile and profoundly deep courtesy that allows her the briefest of opportunities to touch the young Clan Leader's hem. And then there's Nydiam, who has somehow managed to usurp the Honoria's attention as she offers her congratulations, "Most sincere felicitations, Your Honour. May your tenure be just as adventurous and eventful as you desire."

Solovar takes note as Maedrus enters, sitting his whiskey down as he watches that thieving, lying drik-born scum join the crowd. Wonderful. Hopefully he'll do something Solovar can smack him around for.

Yvette's grin curls her lips a bit higher in one corner than the other. Nodding just once to Gadrus first, she then says, "I can imagine. I shall have to tell you the tale of when I learned Lord Razesh and I would be wed." That bit of information offered, she then turns to head to the dining room and awaiting festivities.

"You are too kind." "Thank you, sincerely." "All the way from Unotran? So happy you could come!" Diamia is going to have no voice tomorrow, none at all. As Nydiam approaches, she takes a break -- even though people are still touching her hem -- for just a moment to gaze at him with a 'Did I do alright? Are you proud?' type of expression that is plain for all to see. Then it is back to the congratulations, the smiles, the touching. Servants are guiding people toward the dining room once they have greeted the new Clan Leader, offering glasses of wine for the short journey.

Ania waits her turn before approaching Diamia, young Lord Zeylan in her arms. "My congratulations," she tells the new clan leader simply.

Gondarus ascends the steps to the lavish throne, bowing elegantly before the new sovereign. "May ever this dais see days of sound judgment, and strong government." he tells the new Head of the Cocks. The Hydran Diplomatic Minister then slowly removes toward the party.

Amadea has been social enough for one day, yep. Indeed. After a final glance around, she nods once and takes her leave.

Nydiam touches Diamia's shoulder, "You have done well, my child. I could not be prouder." He puts a hand to his head, "I fear that I must go lay down now. Stay up and revel with your friends and clansmen. Tomorrow will come the first day to a very long reign."

"Thank you, your Honor," Diamia replies to Ania and then turns to her father, a touch of concern in her expression. "Of course, of course." And then a sly smile, "We will try not to be /too/ loud." Suddenly and swiftly, she gives him a tight hug and whispers quickly to the former Clan Leader.

Arik smiles faintly at Nydiam's words and continues the light bow bits withdrawing gathering is wife at least out of the still crowded throne room.

Ania tilts her head slightly at Nydiam, but doesn't interrupt as Diamia speaks to him, instead turning to make her way out.

People are being herded into the dining room fo realz now and, after squeezing her old man, Diamia begins to head that way as well. It's slow going but she deftly manages to /not/ step on any hem-grabbing fingers in the process. See what a good leader she is? Yay!

Rikon leans over and mutters something to Diamia as soon as Old Man Nydiam bids his farewells. And they're all going out anyway.

Maedrus notices Solovar watching him and though he planned on behaving now he's tempted to do something inappropriate just so he can get away with it despite the scrutinizing gaze of the big ape.

Rikon mutters to you, "Cousin, I know you will do our Grandfather, my mother, and your mother proud. Think of them when you walk this path, for they have all done it before you."

Nydiam kisses Diamia's cheek, "I love you, too, dear." and then departs from her side. He nods to Rikon and various other before slipping out the of the throne room.