Aldan felt like he was walking three feet above the ground. Ashryn had accepted the poem, and more importantly, his offer of courtship. It was something that he knew he could not have done without Jahana, and so he headed to the Lion to track her down and thank her personally.

He arrived to the sounds of cheers and vigorous music, and when he opened the door to look inside, he could see why. Jahana was working the crowd as she always did: masterfully. The bards were keeping pace with her and the barmaids were kept busy, making sure drink orders kept flowing.

Aldan walked in and took a seat at the Atianna table, watching the performance. It was her gift to entertain, that much was clear, just as magic was his - both came to each of them as naturally as breathing. He ordered a hot buttered rum and sat back to relax. It was a show worth watching and listening to, that was for sure.

Jahana owns the room. She has the patrons right where she wants them and moves them from emotion to emotion easily. Tonight, it's mostly couples, so love, with a liberal dash of ribaldry, are the topics of the evening. After all, some were there to find their love, even if it was only for a few hours.

Setting down her glass in between pieces, sends her awareness over the room, intuiting what they need now. In doing so, she spies Aldan. His brightness is not hard to miss, even in the firelight. And tonight? Tonight he's a beacon.

She does one or two more numbers, then begs off to rest her voice. Casually plucking something off of the barlass's tray that was obviously intended for someone else, she scoots by with a wicked grin. "Thanks, lolly. And thank the benefactor for me. Put the replacement on my tab."

Arriving at Aldan's table, she sits without being invited, perching on the edge of the chair eager to hear his news. There is no ego in her earnest, unspoken inquiry. Her heart, truly, is vested in her friend's happiness. And he looks truly happy.

Aldan's smile radiates through his being, And the very air around him feels charged, primed with Electricity; there is the faint smell of ozone hanging in the air as if Lightning had just struck. Jahana would have heard of sorcerers giving off random spell effects when young children - Aldan isn't a small child anymore, but clearly age places no limits on their powers expressing itself when emotions are high. He launches straight into his tale.

"So, I was able to visit her a couple of days ago..." he says, his tone cheerful and bright, "and gave her the poem you wrote for her. I told her it had been commissioned for her, and she was overwhelmed with joy. I told her how I felt, and she accepted my feelings... and reciprocated them. Long story short, we're courting now!" The last is said with an excited tone.

"And I couldn't have done it without you Jahana... so thank you... I'm in your debt!" He grins, beaming.

Jahana crows with joy! "Aldan!! Huzzah, my friend!!" She reaches across the table to hold his hand. "Blessings to your both of joy and bounty all your days together."

She notices her hair floating around her face and chuckles as she smooths it down. "You owe me nothing," she says with a smile. Then her face changes, becoming mischievous. "Wait, I take it back. I'll ask one thing of you, aside from that seat at your wedding. You are a man of good reputation, if I judge correctly. Introduce me. I am intrigued by your stories and the people in them. It would be an honor to know them myself."

Aldan grins and nods with a wink and says a single word.

"Done."

He looks around at the crowd who are starting to call for Jahana's return to the stage.

"I'd best not detain you further. Your subjects are growing restless..." He remarks with another wink.

She peers around at the grumbling crowd. A brilliant grin, quick buss on the cheek, a squeeze of his arm, and she's gone - a whirl of hair and hips making her way to the stage and back to the masses hungering for entertainment