The characters are from Sentinals Banished, the 5th book in the Sentinal series- I did cheat today as the characters do go to the theatre amd this is actually a snippet from the book!
Leyarille is Jerrol and Taelia’s daughter, born at the beginning of Book 4, Sentinals Across time. She is now 17, as is Jared, Alyssa and Jennery’s second son.
Marianille and Birlerion are Sentinals, and step-brother/Step-sister.
Niallerion is a sentinal and Marianille’s husband.
They are joined by Parsillion and Frenerion who are also Sentinals.
Dec. 5: Theatre
Niallerion had procured seats in two rows almost in the centre and on the third tier; they looked over the lower levels and had a clear view towards the stage. To the left of the stage, a red velvet bedecked box was prominent, though empty. Merani was sure the king would one day realise what he was missing and deign to grace his theatre.
Niallerion finally pulled his wife down into the seat next to him. “Stop fussing and relax,” he grumbled, and Marianille draped herself over his arm and fluttered her eyelashes at him until he laughed.
“Stop flirting, you two, and tell us what this show is all about,” Parsillion interrupted them from his seat behind them.
Marianille laughed. “The Great Merani presents ‘A comedic journey of two halves.’”
“A comedy.” Frenerion’s voice was tinged with doubt. “Are you sure this was a wise choice?”
“I’ve heard it’s hilarious. We’ll be rolling in the aisles, or so they say,” Marianille promised. She turned back to the stage as the musicians began tuning their instruments and the light started to dim as torches were extinguished. Part of the stage was cleverly lit, leaving the rest in darkness.
Birlerion watched Leyarille’s face. Her eyes shone in anticipation, and her lips parted as she waited for the show to begin. He shifted so he could watch her expression and still see the stage and smiled as her face lit up with amusement as the show began.
Marianille held her sides as they gathered outside the theatre. “Oh, my ribs; such agony. I haven’t laughed so much in all my life.”
“Wasn’t the man with the exotic bird so clever? To make it behave so and when he wanted it to as well.” Jared’s eyes were shining with excitement. “Imagine being able to train a bird to do such things.”
“I thought the parable about the poor man who was actually the richest was the cleverest,” Leyarille chimed in.
Marianille turned to Birlerion. “And you, dear sir. Such utter failure. What happened to our sustenance? I had such faith in your capabilities, and now they are all dashed.”
Birlerion made a tragic face. “My lady, you destroy me with your words; there were too many barriers to reach the victuals, and then I heard the laughter and could not delay further and so miss the show.”
Marianille laughed at him and then groaned. “Don’t make me laugh! My ribs …”
Leyarille smiled to see the Sentinals so relaxed; the banter of old friends was comforting. She was looking forward to making such worthwhile friendships. She eyed Jared thoughtfully. Maybe he was a good place to start. She smiled as Parsillion offered her his arm, Marianille having dragged Birlerion off with her. “Thank you,” she murmured as she fell into step.