Welcome back to the fun and frolics of the Elysium glitterati, as the most glamorous and eligible young bucks and hinds (Dare we call them that? I think we do!) of the University's party circuit decamped to the sunshine of Summer, and beyond!
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| The Courts of Summer, home to Prince Benedict. |
When last we met, a few short days ago, the greatest and shiniest minds of Elysium were
gallivanting down the Harvest Circle towards young Alesandra's meeting with DESTINY! Krusty
had bestowed the prestigious and much sought after Ambassadorship to the Courts of Summer on
her young shoulders. Her Excellency showed her excellence by asking a few wise heads to accompany
her on her first diplomatic visit.
First amongst equals was, of course:
Her Excellency, Amber's Ambassador to the Courts of Summer, The Lady Alesandra.
Guiding her through the social pitfalls were The Lord Brynmor, The Lord Finn, Captain
Theobald, Captain Tanith, Sir Bors, the most colourful and charming Harlequin, and Enigma, a
lady who is fast turning from enigma to myth (What a turn of phrase, I sometimes impress
even myself!), and who styles herself "The Mistress of Reality".
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| A picturesque fountain within the whitewashed Palace. Perfect for lounging with a light Chablis. |
As the company was about to get underway, the Lords Brynmor and Finn spotted a young green-haired buck looking a little lost and alone at the Bell Tavern in Elysium. He was, as is
often the case, taken under the wings of these generous souls, and invited to join the
party. Term is still some way off, and bouncing alone around the campus is a sad fate for a
person of quality. Myron proven to be a quiet soul, an excellent listener, and another Sea
Captain. He originated in dear, delightful Rebma, from before the Fall, and was somewhat
acquainted with Captain Tanith.
A leisurely trot along the well maintained roads to Summer followed. Picnics in sunlit summer fields, paddling in the stream by a meadow of radiant wildflowers, cozy campfires in
the woods and a few cases of a quite excellent Pouilly-Fuissé from the far reaches of the
Circle of Fire made for an idyllic, nay sybaritic, week.
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| The heat of Summer's days makes shaded courtyards and cooling waters a delight. |
Her Excellency was invited to the Palace, and, rather than the usual stultifying round of thé dansants with adequate palm court orchestras, a meal with an almost family setting was provided. This allowed Her Excellency to meet Prince Benedict and the other Ambassadors in a very convivial atmosphere.
His Excellency Mr Childress, The Paradox Ambassador, and a very jolly fellow indeed, was
very helpful in ameliorating the passage of Alesandra (and friends) to the Courts of
Paradox. Why, you may ask, was Alesandra heading onwards to Paradox? Well, while of course your correspondent knows the details of this, it is sadly too sensitive an issue to be blabbed to all in a University publication. Suffice it to say that her early progression from Summer was with the full and heartfelt support of both Prince Krest and Prince Benedict.
While their newfound allies in the Courts of Summer were heartbroken at their departure, stern duty pulled at them harder than any new friendship could hold them back. Remember, life as a diplomat of high status is about far more than parties, pressies and dressies. This is, of course, understood well by Alesandra, but it should also be clear to those of you who read this from the comfort of a duvet and lectures that start in the afternoon.
So after a few days of establishing her place at Court, the whole gang set off (WITH
INVITATIONS TO RETURN, AND SADNESS TO SEE SUCH BREATHS OF FRESH AIR GO) towards the Courts of Paradox.
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| This is the plastered gymnasium that served as home to the most fruitful excercise of the whole trip. It echoed to the clash of steel on steel as the poisons of the previous night were washed away in sweat and adrenaline. |
The Lord Brynmor took a select few of the company to some outre sights, and sites, as they stretched themselves on a strenuous hike through the badlands beyond Summer. My Lord Finn, while as keen to adventure as the next man, found himself taking the more civilised path.
However, a few weeks later, by one means or another, all this charm, wit and fashion arrived at the Courts of Paradox, to a grandstand welcome!
