Vanyel scrambles up as well. "Fine, but shouldn't you tell Belrun what - I mean, I want to know too, but I feel like she deserves to." 

"I think I need to talk to Randi and then decide that. Belrun, I apologize for the rude interruption. We need to leave." She grabs Vanyel's arm and hauls him out the door. 

Well that's scary.

She fidgets a bit. Exchanges looks with her dad. Looks out the window for Amshalan.

There is no sign of Amshalan (or any other Companions in view, actually). 

Okay.

Belrun works on her letter, looking up every time she finishes encoding a sentence in case someone's about to explain what the fuck.

Joshel, the very young Seneschal's Herald, eventually arrives, presumably in order to explain what the fuck. He also looks like he's probably seen a ghost. He opens his mouth to speak, but then stands there looking a bit like a fish on land, mid-suffocation. 

"...what's the matter?"

Joshel takes a deep breath and visibly tries to collect himself. "We - I'm afraid we have to cut off the talks and meetings for a bit. While we figure out what to do." Wide-eyed look. "Rolan just repudiated Dara." 

"- is, is she okay?"

"I don't know! Probably not!" He folds his arms. "You, um, you must understand why this makes us very alarmed about talking to you." 

"Yeah I can see why it would or I would be probably saying more things."

"...Anyway now you know what's going on." Joshel nods, stiffly, and then turns and marches away. 

Under the circumstances she's not gonna Mindspeak anyone. She resumes letter writing.

Half a candlemark later, a white form appears in the distance, cantering across the field. 

Belrun... peeks at her mane, and goes over and sits by the window, arms crossed on the sill, but doesn't say anything; she might be on her way anywhere else.

Amshalan stays on the other side of the path, by an apple tree, nervously shifting her weight and prancing a bit but seeming to occasionally glance in the direction of Belrun's window. 

Belrun waves a little bit.

Amshalan comes a bit closer, though still keeping a respectful distance from the window. :Did, er - did somebody think to update you on what...?: 

:Herald Joshel told me that Rolan repudiated Dara and now everyone's nervous about talking to me:

Amshalan nods - oddly humanlike in the gesture - and takes a few cautious steps closer. :...Are you all right?:

:Uh, I'm pretty scared that this means negotiations have irreversibly broken down and someone will decide they had better murder me while I'm handy instead of waiting to see what happens when I go home without a better idea than 'have a war with Valdemar'. I guess it would also be bad if negotiations irreversibly broke down and they did just send me home but it's not what is most vividly concerning:

:...Ummm, if it helps at all, in my personal opinion murdering you would be an enormous breach of Heraldic ethics and while I suppose somebody might panic and try it anyway, they would probably get repudiated afterward and ALSO I will hover and bite anybody who looks like they might be about to try?: 

:Thank you.

Is Dara okay? She seemed like such a great kid, I really like her -:

:–I mean, no, she isn't very okay right now, but - I think she will be? She's a pretty great kid. Also she is apparently spectacularly stubborn. Rolan is - kind of devastated, right now: 

:He's devastated? What did she even do, I had the impression it was just she - thought about things -: