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[center][h3][color=8493ca]Court Mage and Advisor Eirwen Blackthorne
Hathforth Castle, Throne Room, The Hearthfire Gala[/color]
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[@Estylwen]

Eirwen stepped forward at the Queen's beckon, returning her smile with a very faint one of his own. His smile was a rare commodity; it wasn't uncommon for him to overhear it as a subject of gossip, even. 

[i]He always looks so stern. Is it an elvish thing, do you think?[/i]

[i]I think I'd faint on the spot if he smiled at me![/i]

[i]I was lucky enough to meet him once. I told him a joke, but he just stared at me...so embarrassing.[/i]

What was he, an advisor or a novelty behind a gilded cage?

Now wasn't the time to ponder on the reality of his existence, however. Expressive pointed ears flicked at the mention of the talented Tearmoon girl. He remembered her quite clearly, having been instrumental in securing her a place at the college. Chronomancy had immense potential, at least in his own expert magical opinion, and so he had high hopes for Melisande. If anyone were to become his apprentice, she would be among the best-suited for the role. 

The appreciation in his expression and tone as he thanked the Queen was genuine. After all, the expansion of magical education was his passion; granting him an apprentice was the best gift she could have offered. 

[color=8882be]"Thank you, your Majesty. I will be sure to guide her well and keep you informed of our progress."[/color] His voice was quiet, soft, with a faint rasp that suggested minor damage may have occurred once upon a time. It dropped to little more than a whisper at his next words, words meant for the Queen alone. [color=8882be]"We've an unexpected guest today, hm?"[/color] Rhinecliff's presence had surprised him, though it didn't show on his face.