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{{Log
|who=Aughan, Irianke
|what=Irianke visits Crom shortly after K'del's near murder.
|where=Crom Hold
|involves=High Reaches Weyr, Crom Hold
|day=16
|month=9
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.09.09
|mentions=Ienavi, K'del,
|type=Log
|icons-new=Face-Aughan.jpg, Icon irianke.jpg,
|log=With Greenfields behind them and K'del injured, but safely ensconced at Southern, it is finally time for Irianke to visit Crom, having sought a meeting with the Lord. She stands, waiting in the drawing room, studying a portrait of some long deceased ancestor, her gaze drifting eventually to take in the masculine finery that has suffered a woman's touch, a small smile twitches, catching sight of a more delicate vase with fresh flowers that looks woefully out of place.

From behind Irianke-- ''just'' behind-- comes Aughan's voice, so mirthful and pleased. "Do my lady wife's touches not please you, Weyrwoman?" It's as if he's arrived out of nowhere, entering without escort and on quiet feet. "Crom's duties to your queen."
"Does anything your lady wife does please me?" asks Irianke in return, her smile sudden and brilliant though she doesn't turn to favor Aughan with it. It'll have to suffice she's smiling and he can ''hear'' it in her words.

"There's always a first time," is ''his'' reply, so dark and sardonically amused. "I'm sure she would be quite, quite hurt, naturally, were she to know." His own smile may be less brilliant, but the pleasure sounds in his voice nonetheless.

Irianke's response is arch, still not turning to greet the Lord, as is proper and polite, "Were she to know?" As if she doesn't know herself. "Have your men learned anything more of the Greenfields fires? Of," the goldrider pauses, the smile fading just as she turns to look at Lord Crom, "The assassination attempt?"

Aughan elects to ignore that first question, that archness, though it does not diminish his smile... that is, not until that pause, that turn, that faded smile. ''That question''. Far more professional, then, is his, "Rumours. Suggestions. 'I saw a man with a cart' and 'The heir had a thing against someone.'" That use of 'thing' must be a deliberate retelling, word-for-word accurate; it's surely not Aughan's choice. "Your Weyrleader, I trust, continues to recover."

The mistress, not the wife, does not straighten an uneven collar, nor does she smooth back hair. Instead, she stands there, looking past Aughan to that vase once more and shakes her head. "He will return soon, is what I'm told. I had hoped to have Greenfields packaged up nicely for him upon his return, but..." she shrugs, her mouth set grim. "Aughan," she dares the name, and looks up at him, reaching with the hand invisible to the door to catch his upper arm.

He waits; he lets her touch him and does nothing at all for long, long seconds. And then? "Irianke." The mere repetition of her name is a smug smile in and of itself; the way, a moment later, he reaches forward, close enough to breath into her ear, is perhaps far more dangerous. "I could move," he suggests, so rich with mirth. "I could turn, and my lady wife could enter, and you could be seen." It's not a warning; if anything, he seems to be inclined to egg her on.

She knows better. That ''his'' lady wife does not come here, not after the vase incident and those damnable flowers. "Then move," she dares him.

It's a false thrill, but a thrill nonetheless. Besides, would Ienavi even care? Aughan moves... but only to back them both up, back towards the so-conveniently-located couch. He's the Lord Holder; open doors be damned.

Open doors be damned indeed. Oh, if K'del knew.
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	From behind Irianke-- ''just'' behind-- comes Aughan's voice, so mirthful and pleased. "Do my lady wife's touches not please you, Weyrwoman?" It's as if he's arrived out of nowhere, entering without escort and on quiet feet. "Crom's duties to your queen."		From behind Irianke-- ''just'' behind-- comes Aughan's voice, so mirthful and pleased. "Do my lady wife's touches not please you, Weyrwoman?" It's as if he's arrived out of nowhere, entering without escort and on quiet feet. "Crom's duties to your queen."
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	"Does anything your lady wife does please me?" asks Irianke in return, her smile sudden and brilliant though she doesn't turn to favor Aughan with it. It'll have to suffice she's smiling and he can ''hear'' it in her words.		"Does anything your lady wife does please me?" asks Irianke in return, her smile sudden and brilliant though she doesn't turn to favor Aughan with it. It'll have to suffice she's smiling and he can ''hear'' it in her words.

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