Lockhinge Notes - Meet the Thriyans

With how intentionally Lockhinge seems to wrap itself in layers of rumor, at least upon first sight, it seems as though many of the rumors and descriptions of the Countess and her family are true.
This year, the entire family has shown up for this Day of Mending celebration. In the past, the Thriyans have done many different little events to participate in the holiday over the years, including having their children work in soup kitchens, visiting and delivering stimulus funds and packages to needy families, last year they dedicated their entire effort into visiting and discussing their restoration plans for the Drowned Quarter. This year, they're set up on main street, hearing from nominated community leaders bringing questions from the locals directly to the Countess. Though a similar thing is possible on any open court day, here, the community won't have to vie for attention with nobles and guild leaders.
There wasn't a true parade, but the Thriyans did spend the morning overseeing pressing concerns in Riverside, as that was the area of the city focused on this year, (though they offer reassurance that the work on the Drowned Quarter proceeds as promised,) so that the busy, hardworking denizens of Riverside can speak directly to the Countess and show her their concerns instead of relying on their guilds and representatives. From there, the family road their marshstags and elf steeds down mainstreet to the stage set up for the address. It was meant to be a way to greet the crowds on their own level, but with the rangers and guards in attendance, and the following community leaders either on foot or their own steeds, it was more like an impromptu parade.
The family rode on the finest examples of their steeds' species, their personal animals from noble stock. Compared to other marshstags, theirs were tall and clean-looking, with paler body fur but stark and sharp black markings. The pair of bull elk that the Count Consort and heir to the title wore their antlers like massive crowns. And though the Countess rode a deer, and a female one at that, the five-pronged antlers were seen only in the oldest and healthiest creatures of either gender. Like its rider, the beast carried itself with a presence that led even the gint elk flanking either side of it. None of the creatures wore saddles, but were nonetheless decorated with golden jewelry and ribbons wrapped in their antlers. As ostentatious as they looked, it was likely that this was the dressed-down version of decoration for Mending Day.
Leading the parade was the Countess, dressed in layers of flowing, red linen gauze and lace, in shades both brighter and darker than her brick-red skin. The pride and poise she rode with was not the sort meant to lord over the crowds around her, but be celebrated by them, and by all appearances, that seemed to be what they were reflecting back to her. The pearls woven into her cascades of braids and locks were moody and dark colors instead of shining white, and instead of all gold, the chimes and beads that hung from her double sets of horns were mostly bone and semi-precious stone.
At her heel was the Count Consort, looming with just as much gravitas as had been described. Their look always runs along the theme of their station as Keeper of Greymantle, decked out with furs and finely-tooled leathers, but their stripes of face paint are clean and freshly-applied on their greyish violet skin. Whereas the Countess wears a perpetual soft smile, occasionally regarding the crowd and waving, the Count Consort keeps their gazed focused forward. Though, from the things said about them, it is likely that they're keeping close track of the crowd around them, despite wherever their gaze may or may not be.
Half a length back, on the Countess' other side, is the heir to the title, her oldest son, Rhazga. Though his coloration matches his mother's, his angular features and severe expression is all his parent's. Though he isn't doing anything particularly different from his parent, where the Count Consort has a more stoic and watchful air about them, there's something more aggressive and overtly intimidating about Lord Rhazga. Maybe it's the forward curve of his horns, something like a bull's, unfairly contributing to the threat factor, but not many in the crowd are likely trying to get attention out of the lot.
Riding next in line, near to her brother, is his twin, Baroness Aiza. Normally living in the Silver Strand, she has come in to symbolically stand with the rest of her family in giving aid to her home city. With the rumors of her benevolence and popularity among the people, it makes sense that she would make the effort to be here. She resembles her parent even more than Lord Rhazga does, both in coloration and in the noble bearing to her features, but she carries her mother's charisma in her regal bearing. Though Lord Rhazga is the heir to his mother's title, the Baroness has already claimed a title at her young age, and she carries herself as such. As a nod to the Silver Strand where she now hold command, her long hair is braided with silver chains as well as gold. Though, in all honesty, her silver-toned jewelry is likely platinum instead of silver. She grew up in the Golden City, with its subtle disdain for silver and other "lesser" metals, after all.
Behind these reserved three come the two smiling faces in the thriyan family. The two youngest children are known for their outgoing personalities, despite also seeming just as "untouchable" as the rest of their family.
The middle child, Lord Tekhetsio, almost has a sly look about him as he regards and greets the crowd, very comfortable in his light, flashy silks and draping golden beads. Of course, the makeup he wears perfectly compliments his grey-purple skin and the gradients of sunrise-colors he's wearing. He occasionally meets the gaze and smiles at specific people who seem to catch his eye in the crowd as he waves, but it's never in a way that seems to invite more familiar attention. Just sharing a coy little moment before moving on.
Lord Ialai, the youngest in the family, is all bright, friendly smiles that don't settle anywhere or on anyone for long. They cast a wide net with their sweet demeanor. Their skin is a dustier, rosier shade of their mother's, and their short, curly hair is full of small flowers. They have flowers worked in to other parts of their billowy, pastel outfit as well, emphasizing their reputation as being the "sunny" Thriyan.