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Coifárë and Chitara meet up to visit a bookshop, and make future plans to meet up to try painting in the wilds. | Coifárë and Chitara meet up to visit a bookshop, and make future plans to meet up to try painting in the wilds. | ||
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| + | Lamont meets up with Gueiris for training | ||
Rosalie reminds her brother that they are expecting company for tea, and makes him promise not to push a courtship agenda. When Lamont arrives, they make friendly conversation and find they all have some interests in common. Lamont invites Rosalie to visit one of the city's museums. He does his best, with Rose's help, to politely decline an invitation to join Sebastien at a gabling house, but agrees to go riding with him instead. | Rosalie reminds her brother that they are expecting company for tea, and makes him promise not to push a courtship agenda. When Lamont arrives, they make friendly conversation and find they all have some interests in common. Lamont invites Rosalie to visit one of the city's museums. He does his best, with Rose's help, to politely decline an invitation to join Sebastien at a gabling house, but agrees to go riding with him instead. | ||
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===Leonora and Magga Talk Strategy=== | ===Leonora and Magga Talk Strategy=== | ||
| + | Leonora: is going through her various correspondence, mostly material from Nachtur relating to our estates there | ||
| + | Magga: Good morning, dear. Are you quite busy with your correspondence, or do you have a little time for your poor neglected husband? ;) | ||
| − | + | Leonora: doesn't look up. | |
| + | Leonora: Did we really hire twelve new people last month at the western farms? That doesn't seem right. | ||
| + | Magga: I'm not sure. It's planting season I suppose, but still, twelve does seem high. | ||
| − | + | Leonora: I just wonder whether, if people are leaving, well, whether something is going on there. But ... you wanted something, sorry? | |
| + | Magga: Oh, nothing too urgent. I was curious to know how the ball was. Did you have a good time? | ||
| + | Leonora: Oh. Yes, it was very pleasant. A bit strange, of course. | ||
| − | + | Leonora: Normally when old married women are there it's to meddle in some relative's fortunes. | |
| − | + | Magga: You're hardly old, my dear. | |
| − | + | Leonora: Well, no, not chronologically, I suppose. Still, hard not to feel old with all these children, sixteen and seventeen and eighteen, playing at grownups on the field of battle. | |
| − | + | Magga: pats your hand | |
| − | + | Magga: Perhaps it's not the ideal place to seek out what we are looking for, then? | |
| − | + | Leonora: Well, it's hard to say. Maybe not the ideal place to finish, but a start, at least. | |
| − | + | Magga: Oh? Did you have any hopeful leads? | |
| − | Stillmarch | + | Leonora: I had a good talk with the Marquess of Stillmarch. That was awkward. |
| − | + | Magga: Good, but awkward? | |
| − | + | Leonora: Well, it was nothing the boy did. It's just that, fifteen years ago, or almost, I was seriously considered for his uncle, Mr. Thurston Allard. | |
| − | + | Leonora: I, ah ... didn't mention that to the Marquess, exactly. | |
| − | + | Magga: Oh, hmm. Perhaps for the best. | |
| − | + | Leonora: The elder is not exactly the most charming. It would not have been a good match, for many reasons. | |
| − | + | Leonora: He is still unmarried. | |
| − | + | Magga: Well... is charming what you are seeking? | |
| − | + | Magga: asks with a smile | |
| − | + | Leonora: No, hardly. | |
| − | + | Leonora: I wrote him, Mr. Allard I mean, the other day. | |
| − | + | Leonora: Just so that if it does go any further, I suppose with either of them, it doesn't seem strange that I was here and didn't write. | |
| − | + | Magga: A prudent decision, then. Did he make any response, or not that you have heard yet? | |
| − | + | Leonora: None, and he may not. He is a fractious fellow, or he was, when I knew him. | |
| − | + | Magga: And the nephew? He is more agreeable? | |
| − | + | Leonora: Well, that's a low threshold to meet, but yes. | |
| − | + | Magga: chuckles | |
| − | + | Magga: Love, you know I will leave this choice in your hands, as it's you who would necessarily bear the burdens involved. But if there is any help I can give, I'm happy to do so. Any advice, or enticements, or mild threats... | |
| − | + | Magga: smiles in a way that may not be totally joking | |
| − | + | Leonora: So many of them already believe that you are a beast. Attitudes here, they have not changed so much. Let's try to keep the fisticuffs to a minimum. | |
| − | + | Magga: Oh, merely verbal threats, I assure you. | |
| − | + | Magga: grins | |
| − | + | Leonora: Let's start with a no-terror approach, don't you think, dear? | |
| − | + | Magga: I offered at least two other options before threats! And yet you zero in on that one, hm... | |
| − | + | Magga: teases you | |
| − | + | Leonora: laughs | |
| − | + | Leonora: Well, I'm not saying no. Just that it shouldn't be our strategy in the first instance. | |
| − | + | Leonora: I'd like to think there may be some of these youths who would be persuaded by my charms alone. | |
| − | + | Magga: Very well, if you insist. What do you think is the correct approach, then? Invite the prospective candidates over for tea and polite interrogation? | |
| − | + | Leonora: Is that what you would prefer? | |
| − | + | Magga: I admit that I would prefer to meet the gentleman in question before any transactions occur. But I won't dictate your choice, of course. | |
| + | Leonora: I assure you that you will meet the lucky fellow. After all, he is to be the father of our firstborn. And if that goes well, who knows? | ||
| − | + | Leonora: I'm torn. On the one hand, it may be better to look for someone without many means, or in a situation, that makes this offer appealing. And we have the means and the power to make many situations go away. Not only financial ones, either. | |
| − | + | Leonora: But on the other, there is a certain solidity in looking for a known quantity. | |
| − | + | Magga: What sort of known quantity? | |
| − | + | Leonora: I don't know, some sort of elder statesman, someone who's had a family and who thus doesn't have worries about an heir coming back and demanding ... who knows what. | |
| − | + | Magga: Ah, I see what you mean. But surely also someone in a higher rank or with greater power has more to risk by such a decision? | |
| − | + | Leonora: Quite so, exactly. | |
| − | + | Leonora: Nenea has many gifts but this task is complex and delicate. | |
| − | + | Leonora: And I am trying to be mindful of your reputation as well, dear. | |
| − | + | Magga: smiles | |
| − | + | Magga: I feel that is the lesser concern here. It doesn't matter to me what people think about me, or us. I want to make sure that you are happy, that's all. | |
| − | + | Magga: And to ensure that our future child is healthy and safe. | |
| − | + | Leonora: You are kind to say so, dearest. But what affects your reputation affects so many things about our business, about your people. I will not have this matter bandied about as a matter of scurrilousness and licence. | |
| − | + | Magga: Then discretion is an important consideration. | |
| − | + | Leonora: I think it will be best if you come to the next ball. | |
| − | + | Leonora: People will ask, otherwise. | |
| − | + | Magga: Of course. I will accompany you anywhere you would like. | |
| − | + | Leonora: And perhaps if the young Marquess is there again, we will talk to him further. | |
| − | + | Magga: Very well. | |
| − | + | Leonora: I know this is all difficult. But how greatly it will be worth it, in the end. | |
| − | + | Magga: Of course it will. For you, my love, I would make any sacrifice. Even attending a ball. | |
| − | + | ===Coifárë Approaches Victorina After a Lecture=== | |
| − | + | Coifárë: will have tracked down where Victorina was speaking next and made a point to come listen. They'll approach her afterwards, after she's less immediately busy. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Ms. Allement, that was quite a...thought-provoking lecture. | |
| − | + | Victorina: Victorina gulps down water before responding. "Well, thank you. Anything in particular catch your attention?" | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Your quote from that old Ceneric Aethelin speech, about our responsibility to make up for our mistakes. Appropriate, I thought. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I hope you've been well since the excitement at the masquerade. | |
| − | + | Victorina: "Quite well, except for a lecture from my chaperone and listening to her bemoan all the dance commitments I couldn't keep because of the expulsion..." She shrugs, "She refuses to understand that I didn't come here to get married off." | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I take it your chaperone and sponsor see that as being the preeminent priority? | |
| − | + | Victorina: "They do. Matchmaking is apparently the thing to do among the aristocracy." | |
| − | + | Coifárë: For most of us, certainly. Some few enjoys more unusual circumstances. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Clearly you're at least getting some time for your own pursuits. | |
| − | + | Victorina: "Representatives from my father's company keeps him busy with meetings. And her Grace insist on being the perfect hostess." | |
| − | + | Coifárë: nods. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: How are your efforts proceeding with all this? | |
| − | + | Coifárë: gestures to the pamphlets and such. | |
| − | + | Victorina: She sighs. "It's hard to tell. I can pass these out all day long but I can't force people to read them. Nor can I keep them thinking about the cause once they're out of earshot." | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Have you considered other venues? I have friends in some of the other temples who would probably like to hear what you have to say. | |
| − | + | Victorina: "That...might be an avenue pursuing. What kind of influence do they have? I'm beginning to suspect it'll take more than my usual tactics to get things done." | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Some of them, a fair bit. The Asmodeans aren't likely to be sympathetic, but I know people in the Erathin, Avandran, and Sehanine temples who'd be happy to listen and likely to help. Erathis's temple is practically part of the government, so certainly they can offer some assistance at least. | |
| − | + | Victorina: "And you say you can arrange for me to meet with them?" | |
| − | + | Coifárë: nods. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Like I said, they'd probably be happy to have you come speak. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Erathis is all about good governance, Avandra is the goddess of liberty, and Sehanine, well...her clergy run the gamut, but they definitely have political ties. | |
| − | + | Victorina: "When can we meet?" | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I'll send some messages when I get home today. I'll let you know when I hear back, hmm? | |
| − | + | Victorina: She smiles and curtsies. "That would be extremely appreciated, good sir." | |
| − | + | Coifárë: bows politely. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: It's my pleasure, and I shouldn't take up any more of your time, of course. Until next we meet, Ms. Allement. | |
| − | + | Victorina: "Until then." | |
| − | + | ===Gueiris and Coifárë Meet For Tea=== | |
| − | + | Narrator: (I was thinking either they could run into one another out on the town, or Coifare could come up with an activity to invite him to respectable enough that Gueiris's aunt and uncle can't complain) | |
| − | + | Guieris: (how about out on the town... feels more clandestine 🙂 ) | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: (I could be using a moment to escape from the family at a respectable tea parlor) |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: will stop in to (coming up with random name) Botles & Scrum, and, seeing Gueiris, make their way over. |
| − | + | Coifárë: Why hello there. I thought they weren't letting you out of the barracks just now. | |
| − | + | Guieris: chuckles | |
| − | + | Guieris: This small escape is acceptable, due to the outstanding reputation of the place. And my Aunt raves about the tea and biscuits, making it hard for her to restrict me from them. | |
| − | + | Guieris: How goes the free roaming of the world? | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Better at the moment, certainly. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: will take a seat without asking, and signal a server to bring more tea and biscuits. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Though, honestly, I've been a bit preoccupied. | |
| − | + | Guieris: Be wary, I may drag you out of here over my shoulder. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: laughs. |
| − | + | Coifárë: I'll try not to make quite such a scene, however much I enjoyed the premiere performance. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I trust you and Ms. Allement parted on amiable terms regardless? | |
| − | + | Guieris: It was a curt goodbye to keep appearances. I don't think she is unamicable. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I think others might have a different opinion, if, say, they shared opposed political beliefs. | |
| − | Coifárë: I | + | Coifárë: But I thought she was charming. Spirited. |
| − | + | Guieris: Passionate is the word that comes to my mind. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: nods. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Certainly not boring. | |
| − | + | Guieris: I can see why you would like her. What is on your mind? It cannot be just Ms Allement. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: No, it's... | |
| − | + | Coifárë: sighs. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Stillmarch. I'm...worried about him. | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: that you are not alone in |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: He's hurting, and won't let anyone help. |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Well, he did fall asleep on Lord Evenor, so I guess that's something. |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: I don't think I met Lord Evenor. Who is he? |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: The heir to Therma Alba? White hair, clothes adorably out of style? Pretty, perhaps a bit doe-eyed? |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Maybe you didn't notice him, occupied with Lady Feigrsteinn as you were. |
| − | + | Guieris: I cant help it if I have an eye for the ladies. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: And they seemed to have an I for you, I think. | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: He seems to have made an impression on Stillmarch. I've been invited out for drinks with the two of them. |
| − | + | Narrator: (eye*) | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Oh? That's good. Stillmarch seems like he could use a drink with friends right now, and Lord Evenor, well, seems like he could use a friend. |
| − | + | Guieris: The Marquess is lucky that he has the stature to break my lockdown. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: A benefit of highly-placed friends, to be sure. | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: It will be good to catch up with him in a more amicable setting. The masquerade was not what he was in the mood for. |
| − | + | Coifárë: says with a smirk. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Not particularly, no. I wonder if he was commanded to attend. | |
| − | + | Guieris: pressured maybe? I know the feeling. | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: I'm pondering how I should play this... when we were out before, things could get... raucous... but that was with other company |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: frowns |
| − | + | Coifárë: You said you're just meeting up at the club? | |
| − | + | Guieris: where one starts the evening does not mean that is where you end it... you of all people know this. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: grins at that. | |
| − | + | Guieris: I want to push him to have fun, if it will help... I just dont know how far I should. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Well, there are a number of events this evening that could be worthwhile, across the spectrum from sedate to raucous. You could suggest and see what piques your companions' interest. |
| − | + | Guieris: That would be the most diplomatic way to do things, I guess. | |
| − | + | Guieris: I'm sure Ill figure it out. | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: What will you be doing this evening? |
| − | + | Coifárë: That is a good question. I have a friend singing in Sinomë at the Hiskaran. I'll probably go see her and...see where the evening takes me. | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: Well, this is the invitation. |
| − | + | Guieris: shows Coifare | |
| − | + | Guieris: There is little I can do about one such as yourself happening to be at the same place, is there. | |
| − | + | Guieris: But I leave that choice up to you. I do know another friendly face would not bother myself in the least. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: takes a sip of their tea and ponders. | |
| − | + | Guieris: I must be off though... My leash is limiting, and if I plan on stretching it tonight, I cannot have it chafing already. | |
| − | Guieris: | + | Guieris: Until I see you again. |
| − | + | Coifárë: takes a second to look up, smile, and nod. | |
| − | + | ===A Night On The Town=== | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: will be at the club a little in advance of when he is expecting Nik and Gueiris so he can comandee a slightly quieter place for them all. |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: will let the staff know to direct them to him, and also order a coffee >.> |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: will arrive and get directed to your table. He is looking around curiously at everything. |
| − | + | Nik: Ah, good evening, Lord Stillmarch! How are you doing? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: stands and smiles | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Evenor - so good to see you. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Lord Kyrnon should be joining us soon | |
| − | + | Nik: Wonderful, glad to hear it! What do you recommend to order here? | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: What are you looking for? the bar is quite extensive and the chef's are excellent. |
| − | + | Nik: Oh... maybe... some sort of alcohol? | |
| − | + | Nik: says a bit bravely | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: smiles. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: They have a number of Thantopolitan wines if you are interested in something more familiar... Highmark is known for its rice beer, which can be quite refreshing | |
| − | + | Nik: I will try a rice beer, then - I have had enough of familiar things and want to try something new 🙂 | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: I suspected as much. Any of the ones they have on tap should be good. |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: Thank you. Your guidance is much appreciated. |
| − | + | Guieris: arrives at the quiet table, directed by the staff, a bottle in hand | |
| − | + | Guieris: Marquess. Lord Evenor I assume? | |
| − | + | Nik: Indeed. You must be Lord Kyrnon? It's a pleasure to meet you! | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Kyrnon - yes, please join us | |
| − | + | Guieris: Of course. | |
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| − | + | Guieris: Look what I have. A bottle of the finest Mythragal brandy. Should I call for some glasses? | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: does seem pretty drawn still, but grins |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: Well there you have it, Evenor. Yes, some glasses |
| − | + | Nik: Oh, that sounds good 🙂 | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: we were just discussing drinks, so your timing is impeccable | |
| − | + | Guieris: that's great... this stuff is best served chilled. | |
| − | + | Guieris: rubs his hands together and mutters a quick phrase under his breath | |
| − | + | Guieris: touches the bottle and frost coats it | |
| − | + | Nik: ooh! | |
| − | + | Guieris: Thats a one time thing... dont expect it for every drink. | |
| − | + | Guieris: snatches glasses from the server and pours for the group | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: So, Kyrnon, Lord Evenor is an old friend I have kept up a correspondence with for the past few years, who has come to Highmark for the first time this season. And Lord Kyrnon is a friend from my Academy days. His family's work often brought him to Mythragal. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: will take a glass | |
| − | + | Guieris: offers one to Nik | |
| − | + | Guieris: Glad to meet you. | |
| − | + | Nik: accepts it gratefully | |
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| − | + | Nik: And you as well, sir. Thank you for this! | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: I promised him some introductions - and I thought your brad experience of the world may be of interest, as he has been quite sheltered from it. |
| − | + | Nik: takes a sip and coughs slightly | |
| − | + | Guieris: Coming to Highmark for the season is a big step. What finally brought you out, and why have you been 'sheltered' as our friend said you were? | |
| − | + | Guieris: sips his brandy | |
| − | + | Nik: Well, I was rather sickly in my youth, and my parents did not allow me to partake of many activities such as one might expect for a young man. I think now they are endeavouring to make up for that lack. | |
| − | + | Guieris: Was this your first stop, or did your folks push you off the cliff to see if you could flap? | |
| − | + | Nik: chuckles slightly at that | |
| − | + | Nik: This is the first place I've been, other than our family estate. Well, I guess I was in Thantopolis but only for a day or so. | |
| − | + | Guieris: You can barely trip over a skeleton in Thantopolis in a single day. Well you've picked a good place to start. | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: smiles at that |
| − | + | Guieris: You're happy he's here, right Stillmarch? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Yes, quite so. It had been several years, as I said, but I was glad to recognize him at the ball | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I said I would be happy to show him the city, to the extent that I am qualified to do so | |
| − | + | Nik: Much more qualified than I am, to be sure! | |
| − | + | Nik: So far I have seen some of the shops, and the park that overlooks the lower part of the hill, and Lord Callais' mansion of course. And Hersir Feigrsteinn's house, though that was due to her invitation rather than your guidance 🙂 | |
| − | + | Guieris: Hersir Feigresteinn's house? So is that you that I heard about with Katherina? | |
| − | + | Nik: Oh, what did you hear? | |
| − | + | Nik: sips his drink as we talk | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: raises his eyebrows in curiousity | |
| − | + | Guieris: Just that there was someone new in Highmark, a young gentleman that had interests in her. | |
| − | + | Guieris: I wouldnt have even made the connection until you mentioned visiting. | |
| − | + | Nik: In truth I am more well acquainted with her elder sister, but I did speak with her at the party. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: How do you know her? | |
| − | + | Guieris: So you've met Lavinia as well? | |
| − | + | Nik: Well, I met her because she visited my family's hot springs a little while back, and then I continued to correspond with her. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: looks at Gueiris with a mildly shocked expression | |
| − | + | Guieris: remains stoic | |
| − | + | Nik: She was kind enough to invite me for tea at her family's house. | |
| − | + | Nik: And you must know her better than I do, I trust, if you are on first name terms with her! | |
| − | + | Guieris: Its good that you know them. They are very good people. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Apparently so. I'm glad to hear you have had some occasion to meet some other acquaintances in town, though. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: We shall work expand your circle further. | |
| − | + | Guieris: swirls his drink and takes a sip | |
| − | + | Nik: Yes, I was rather worried that I wouldn't know anyone, but fortunately it's proven not to be the case. And it's been easy enough to make new acquaintances as well 🙂 | |
| − | + | Nik: says with a friendly smile and another sip of his drink | |
| − | + | Guieris: Yes, we do need to discuss the plans for this evening. Is it going to be sipping brandy and smoking pipes over good conversation, or are we planning to broaden the experience? | |
| − | + | Nik: Well, I don't have a pipe, so I think... other options may be best? | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: I had not set a firm agenda... |
| − | + | Nik: What would you suggest, gentlemen? I defer to your greater experience 🙂 | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: well, perhaps not anything too overwhelming... | |
| − | + | Guieris: The first step in any such journey is refilling of the glasses. | |
| − | + | Guieris: will pick up the bottle to pour | |
| − | + | Nik: thank you, sir | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: lamont's drink is really barely touched so... not much to refill >.> |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: Yes, thank you |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: Before we get lost in the evening and forget however.. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Kyrnon, does your family have a training yard in the city? | |
| − | + | Guieris: Well Highmark isnt as exotic as the edges of Aethrennari, but I'm sure there is some entertainment we can find. | |
| − | + | Guieris: Well the Kyrnon's have a small one. Maranue have several larger. What are you looking for? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Honestly - motivation, above anything else, and the company to provide it. I feel the lack of regular exercise since the start of my leave, but I also find it difficult to et myself to it under solely my own direction... | |
| − | + | Nik: What sort of exercise? | |
| − | + | Guieris: You had but ask. I can get you out with plenty of opportunity to practice your skills. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: What sorts of skills are we practicing, gentlemen? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I- | |
| − | + | Coifárë: says playfully, walking up. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: turns to look at them | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Marquess Stillmarch, Lord Evenor, Lord Kyrnon, sorry to interrupt. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Colmacil. Good evening... | |
| − | Nik: Oh, | + | Nik: Oh, good evening! What a pleasure to see you here 🙂 |
| − | + | Guieris: Its an unexpected surprise | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: looks between the two of them | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: (to Nik) And you as well. What brings you all out this evening? |
| − | + | Guieris: Martial skills, is the answer to everyone's previous question. | |
| − | + | Nik: Well, I think they hoped to show me a good time 🙂 | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: gestures for them to join us | |
| − | Nik: says | + | Nik: says very sweetly |
| − | + | Coifárë: I don't want to impose... | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Though I'm sure I could assist them in their efforts to show you a good time. |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't be! |
| − | + | Nik: is blithely ignorant of (or else deliberately ignoring) any weird vibes | |
| − | + | Coifárë: (to Gueiris) What's prompting the practicing of martial skills? I have heard we might get further involved in Moro... | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: no... Lord Kyrnon was just refilling our glasses.... I'm sure another can be easily procured. | |
| − | + | Guieris: It seems a fourth was accidentally left behind. | |
| − | + | Nik: Excuse me for a moment - I will be back shortly. | |
| + | Guieris: passes the filled glass to Coifare | ||
| − | + | Coifárë: How serendipitous. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: takes a sip and nods appreciatively. | |
| − | + | Guieris: No nothing to do with Moro... Lord Stillmarch is looking to hone his skills, and I was offering aid. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: That Manziat reserve you like? | |
| − | + | Coifárë: says, re: the brandy. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: (to Lamont) Have you been kept so idle in Highmark as to rust? |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Idle enough. | |
| − | + | Guieris: It's no issue at all. He'll be back up to standard in no time. | |
| − | Coifárë: I' | + | Coifárë: I've no doubt. |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: So, what are your plans to entertain Lord Evenor this evening? |
| − | + | Stillmarch: We were just discussing such... | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: He's not been out much, but is quite game | |
| − | + | Guieris: which leaves it quite open. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: says, trying to muster some energy of his own | |
| − | + | Guieris: Is there something you are interested in? | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I had been thinking of attending the opera, and I'm fairly certain my family's box has empty seats if you'd like to accompany me. Truthfully, though, as good as I'm sure it will be, it's the gatherings afterwards that are drawing me. |
| − | + | Guieris: The opera? | |
| − | + | Guieris: looks at Coifare | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I'm not sure I'm quite dressed for it... | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Well, I suppose we could skip and just attend the afterparty. Less stringent dress code, of course. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: returns to the table |
| − | + | Nik: What did I miss? 😄 | |
| − | + | Coifárë: We were just discussing our various plans for the evening. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: nods | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: I see - and had any conclusions been reached? |
| − | + | Guieris: None so far | |
| − | + | Guieris: Although an opera after party was suggested. | |
| − | + | Guieris: Which does have the advantage of appreciating the vocalists in a more personalized setting. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: That sounds like it would be fun 🙂 |
| − | + | Stillmarch: very well, then | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: A few more drinks then, gentlemen? A game of billiards, perhaps? We have some time yet to kill. |
| − | Nik | + | Stillmarch: looks to Nik |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Do you know the game? | |
| − | + | Guieris: Sounds like you want to measure our stick game before the party... far be it from me to deny you. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: -_- | |
| − | + | Guieris: Yes Lord Evenor, have you played? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I never did learn how the two of you are aquainted... | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: says, looking between Coifare and Gueiris | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: I haven't played before, no. I would be glad to receive your instruction 🙂 |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I've known Kyrnon since he was...what? Thirteen or something like that. |
| − | + | Coifárë: (to Nik) I'm sure we can teach you a few things. | |
| − | + | Guieris: More like 15, but close enough. | |
| − | + | Guieris: I'm sure I acted like I was 13, back then | |
| − | + | Coifárë: His family did some work for mine, helping out with bandits. Standard work for them, of course, but it meant we got to know each other pretty well. Kyrnon is the younger brother I never asked for. 😉 | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Ahh, interesting. I should never be surprised to learn either of you already know someone of my acquaintance... | |
| − | + | Guieris: We've both been through a bit already. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Same as with gerry, really... | |
| − | + | Coifárë: frowns with concern at Lamont for a moment. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Well, we run in surprisingly small circles, really. |
| − | + | Coifárë: Shall we adjourn for a game? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: nods | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: will toss back the rest of his drink so we can move to the billiard table |
| − | + | Stillmarch: 's eye go slightly wide at that | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: smiles at that. |
| − | + | Guieris: Lets go Lord Evenor, I'll teach you to break the right way. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: I look forward to it! |
| − | + | Stillmarch: ---------- | |
| + | Stillmarch: will try and signal Coifare that he would like to talk to them, and see if they follow up, like "oh I just need to go catch some air" meaningful look | ||
| − | + | Coifárë: will do so, heading out to a balcony overlooking the harbor. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: is leaning against the railing and looks over as they step out. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: ...Thank you. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Hmm? | |
| − | Coifárë: will | + | Coifárë: will step over to lean on the railing as well, looking out over the city and harbor, studiously none too close to Lamont. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Well. I know I have been very rude. I would not have blamed you if you didn't want to speak with me.... Though you did come out tonight so I though there could be a shot. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: has still be pretty quiet and withdrawn this evening, though trying to make a good show and certainly less overwhelmed than at the masquerade | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I can't say I wasn't...annoyed, perhaps, but you certainly deserve some leeway, all things considered. I was most just...concerned. |
| − | + | Coifárë: I may have forgotten the extent to which large groups can be difficult, at the best of times. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: nods | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I keep thinking about how different everything was when I mat you... and the extent to which I may have given you a false impression, of myself, or my life... I didn't intent to mislead you. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: It was a different time, and, in many ways, you were a different person then. Grief changes people. |
| − | + | Coifárë: I don't want you to think I'm expecting you to be someone you're not. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I'm just trying to be a friend to the person you are. Please don't take this the wrong way, but you seem like you could use one. | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: looks back out over the harbour |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I don't know if I can do that. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I'm not sure I understand. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I don't know if I do either. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Gerry was my closest friend... | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: and you're right - it has been so hard to lose him. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: And I know.... it wasn't.... It wasn't me. I didn't kill him. But I also know that I bear some of that. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: he still died because of me. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: How do you mean? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: shakes his head and takes a deep breath to steady himself | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: For one thing - it was meant to be my patrol. |
| − | + | Coifárë: bites back a response, trying to just listen. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I didn't think I could manage... Everything already seemed unbearable. Just the stress... | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: shakes his head again. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: It doesn't matter. I just mean... I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to burden you with...anything you are not willing to bear. Nor do I think I could bear it if I should lose another friend | |
| − | + | Coifárë: That is...considerate of you, but perhaps you should give me the opportunity. Whatever your burden, I worry bearing its weight alone is neither feasible nor necessary. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I should hate to lose a friend as well, and I am largely unburdened. What is the saying? A problem shared is a problem halved? | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: I fear the math off in this case. |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: How so? |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: doubled perhaps... |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: looks over at them |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: How can you remain unburdened and care so for all your friends? |
| − | + | Coifárë: I don't consider my friends burdens. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: shrugs. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I...have little enough to worry about myself. I can spare some worry for others. |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: I dnt want to be a source of concern for you. How do I fix fix that? |
| − | + | Coifárë: Well, things like this are somewhat reassuring. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: You seem to have managed at least something of a good time this evening. | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: I'm trying. |
| − | + | Coifárë: I mean, it's also okay to be sad or upset. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: No one is happy all the time. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: But, at the masquerade, you looked...I don't know. Injured? |
| − | + | Coifárë: Hurting in a manner that was concerning. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: it was just a headache | |
| − | + | Coifárë: And I would hate to see someone I care about like that if there was anything I could do to help. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: gives you a "Sure, Jan" look. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I hope it wasn't too strange for you that Gueiris and I know each other. It seemed to put you a little out of sorts. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: It was just unexpected. That's all. It was a stressfull evening | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: To be sure. |
| − | + | Coifárë: I'm glad we got to give Evenor a night on the town. He seems nice. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: says after a moment. |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: He needs more friends |
| − | + | Coifárë: That was my impression. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Has he really not left his family's holdings before? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: No. he was very ill and hardly met anyone - that I met him at all was more chance than anything, and only because of my family's standing that he was allowed to correspond with me after that. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Oh, the poor man. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Well, he's really only missed a few seasons, and I'm sure he can make up for lost time. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I believe he intends to. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I've tried to encourage some moderation but... | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: looks back towards the party | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I'm sure the three of us can keep him out of the worst trouble. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Then I believe we had best get back to work. | |
| − | + | Nik: --------------- | |
| − | + | Nik: (I guess this is probably a few hours later? where should we be?) | |
| − | + | Narrator: (This is for drunk!Nik?) | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: (yeah) |
| − | + | Narrator: (Okay, double-checking. We could still be at the house party type shindig we were at, or have moved on to some other entertainment if we want to change venues) | |
| − | + | Nik: (we can be at the opera singers' after party, that works for me 🙂 | |
| − | + | Narrator: (Okay, what're you thinking Nik's up to, and how drunk is he? 😉 ) | |
| − | + | Nik: (well, I don't think he knows how to pace himself at all so probably quite drunk. As to what he's doing, if it's someone's house he's probably trying to look through their books 😉 | |
| − | Nik | + | Coifárë: will approach Nik as he's looking through their hosts' bookshelf. |
| − | + | Coifárë: Anything interesting? | |
| − | + | Nik: Oh, well, there's a few intereshing... intersting... volumes of poetry... | |
| − | + | Nik: pulls out one of them and leafs through it | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Oh? What sort of poetry? |
| − | + | Coifárë: will look over his shoulder. | |
| − | + | Nik: 's classic Vanilorran stuff... you know. outdoorsy, nature, blah blah. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Not your cup of tea? |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: well... it just always made me sad |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: says a bit wistfully |
| − | + | Nik: there's nothing wrong with it really | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Why sad? | |
| − | + | Nik: b'cause... I was stuck inside. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Ah, right, of course. My apologies. That must have been difficult. | |
| − | + | Nik: 'sokay. nothing to aplologise for. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: it was for my own good |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: A thing can be for our own good and still be unpleasant. |
| − | + | Coifárë: Much as I've found there are plenty of things that may not be the best for us, but are eminently pleasant at the time. | |
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| − | + | Nik: oh... yes, those... | |
| − | + | Nik: tries to take a drink from his glass but realizes it's empty | |
| − | + | Coifárë: What're you drinking? | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: considers that question |
| − | + | Nik: It is... pink? | |
| − | + | Coifárë: chuckles. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Care for a refill? | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: yes please! |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I'll be right back. |
| − | Nik | + | Coifárë: takes Nik's cup and will go get him some more...wine, presumably? |
| − | Nik | + | Coifárë: returns shortly and offers Nik his cup back. |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: (yeah I assume it's some kind of rose wine or whatever 😉 |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I hope you're having a good time, at least, poetry notwithstanding. |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: nods |
| − | + | Nik: It's not what I thought it'd be like... but it's fun | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Oh? What were you imagining? |
| − | Nik: I think | + | Nik: I think I thought everything'd be more... organized. like people would all know what to do except me. but mostly they don't, so they just follow what other people are doing, or what the host says... |
| − | Coifárë: I' | + | Coifárë: I think a good portion of an event like this is not needing to know what you're doing, so that you can do whatever you feel like. |
| − | Nik | + | Coifárë: gives Nik an encouraging smile. |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: smiles back |
| − | + | Nik: yeah it's good... | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: So...what do you want to do? |
| − | + | Nik: (sec, phone, sorry) | |
| − | + | Narrator: (kk) | |
| − | + | Nik: (back temporarily? I might get summoned again, but Steve is talking right now 😉 | |
| − | + | Narrator: (heh, okay) | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: ponders that question seriously |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: I want to see naked people. |
| − | + | Nik: says after a moment's consideration | |
| − | + | Coifárë: cannot contain a laugh, but tries to convey they're not laughing at Nik specifically. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: I applaud your honesty. Anyone in particular? | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: well it's just! I've seen ... statues and things. but it's not the same. |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: shakes his head |
| − | + | Nik: I don't think so... it's probably not polite to ask? | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: (now phone again, sorry) |
| − | + | Coifárë: Well, I'd say that rather depends upon the person and the situation. | |
| − | + | Narrator: (kk) | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: well... maybe if you were very in love with the person, you could ask? |
| − | + | Nik: ponders | |
| − | + | Coifárë: That is...one instance, yes. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: In romance novels, anyway... either that or they accidentally stumble into someone's dressing chamber to hide and there's a dramatic misunderstanding, you know that sort of thing? |
| − | + | Coifárë: You're a romance novel fan? | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: oh, yes! although I think not enough for SOME people... |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: says mysteriously |
| − | + | Coifárë: Whatever do you mean by that, I wonder? | |
| − | + | Nik: well! I was having tea with Hersir Feirseinn ... Feigrnstin... her. and her sister, who is quite outspoken! said that I couldn't possibly be a fan if I hadn't read At Last The Night... | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Oh, you really should, though, if you get a chance. It's quite good. I could lend you a copy if you like. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: grins |
| − | + | Coifárë: Not that not having read it should be held against you, of course. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: oh, you think it's good? |
| − | + | Coifárë: It's delightful. There's a...longing to the prose that's practically infectious. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: smiles more |
| − | + | Nik: well I'm sure you have excellent taste! | |
| − | + | Coifárë: You're sweet to say so. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Speaking of tastes, you said you didn't have a specific interest regarding your previously stated desire. Do you have a general one? Men, women, otherwise, none of the above, etc.? | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: UMmmhmhmm.... I don't really think I have a preference? At least, I don't know of one 😮 |
| − | + | Coifárë: smiles slyly. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: But I know what men look like :p obviously :p |
| − | + | Coifárë: So you'd prefer to broaden your horizons a bit, then? | |
| − | + | Nik: nods enthusiastically enough to slightly unbalance himself and need to lean against the bookshelf for support. | |
| − | + | Narrator: cowill reach out to help steady him.v | |
| − | Coifárë: will | + | Coifárë: will reach out to help steady him. |
| − | + | Narrator: (Huh, wonder why the original stayed even though the tupper did it's thing) | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: thanks... |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Are you all right? |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: just... a little wobbly |
| − | + | Nik: 's fine! | |
| − | + | Coifárë: You should take care to pace yourself. | |
| − | Nik | + | Coifárë: will continue to support Nik for the moment. |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: will drift over, coming ut of a conversation with some other partygoer |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: mmhmm... pacing. |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: Everything alright? |
| − | + | Nik: 's very important | |
| − | + | Nik: you can't have your lead couple get together in the first chapter. unless they do and then there's a big misunderstanding so they break up and then get back together at the end... | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Someone might have had a little much to drink a little too fast, but I think we've got it under control. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: (to Nik) Ah, you are an aficionado. (to Lamont) We were discussing romance novels earlier. |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: Ahh. |
| − | + | Nik: or maybe they used to be together before the story started... but then there was an Obstacle to their love and ... | |
| − | + | Coifárë: studiously avoids looking at Lamont for a moment. | |
| − | + | Nik: oh Lamont! I mean Stillmarch! hello! | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: smiles happily and waves |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: also studiously abvoids looking at them >.> |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: Having a good time then? |
| − | + | Nik: Mmhmm! | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: How's that wine? | |
| − | Coifárë | + | Nik: but Coifárë said we could see naked people. well. maybe not exactly said that? I think? |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: furrows his brow adorably |
| − | + | Nik: it was implied | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Mmmm maybe not tonight | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: laughs again. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I think you'd want to remember. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: says dryly | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: here, trade me. | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: offers Nik his glass |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: will trade |
| − | + | Coifárë: There is that. It would be a shame to forget. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: confiscates wine for now | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: drink up and you can have the wine back | |
| − | + | Nik: will sip the new drink | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: (It's water.) | |
| − | + | Nik: hrm. it's a bit watered down. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: yes, I know, how terrible | |
| − | Stillmarch | + | Coifárë: It's important to make sure you're drinking plenty of water alongside the rest. Trust me, you'll thank Stillmarch tomorrow. |
| − | + | Nik: uh huh | |
| − | + | Nik: thank you Stillmarch :3 | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: You're welcome Evenor... | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: smiles slightly | |
| − | + | Coifárë: See? Perfectly under control. | |
| − | + | Nik: you all take... slight sniffle such good care of me | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Well, what are friends for? |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: We just want you to have a good time |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: will give Nik a side-hug from where they were supporting him. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: ...and not regret it too much >.> | |
| − | + | Nik: 'm not gonna regret it! I promise! | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Well then - drink your water. | |
| − | + | Nik: does as he's told | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Very good. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: will trade him back | |
| − | + | Nik: ooh 😄 | |
| − | Nik: I | + | Nik: why would I regret it tomorrow though? |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Right. Do you know what a hangover is? |
| − | + | Stillmarch: winces slightly | |
| − | + | Nik: like... hanging over something? | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Not...exactly. |
| − | + | Stillmarch: it's when the effects of too much alcohol hangs over the next day.. | |
| − | + | Coifárë: nods to Lamont. | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: oooooh |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Drinking water helps, hence... |
| − | + | Coifárë: points to the cup Lamont is holding. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Let us know if you feel ill, also... | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Otherwise you'd be in for a bad time when you wake up tomorrow. Headache, nausea, all that. |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: oh, I see.... |
| − | + | Nik: that sounds bad | |
| − | + | Coifárë: It's manageable. The price of a good time, on occasion. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Something of a rite of passage, really | |
| − | + | Coifárë: Though there's other things you can partake in that aren't so bad in that regard, of course. | |
| − | + | Nik: like what? | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: And none of it is intrinsically necessary for a good time. |
| − | + | Coifárë: Various herbs and such. Might be best to stick with what you're drinking, though. Mixing can be unpredictable. | |
| − | + | Nik: nods | |
| − | + | Nik: I don't want things to be unprec... unpredictable. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: also nods | |
| − | + | Nik: maybe I can take things easy tomorrow... | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Did you have anything planned for tomorrow? |
| − | + | Nik: uhmm... not sure? | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: A vigorous ride through the countryside followed by a private orchestral performance, perhaps? | |
| − | Nik: | + | Nik: laughs at that |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: chuckles. |
| − | + | Nik: I've never even been riding, I wouldn't know what to do. | |
| − | Coifárë: Well, | + | Coifárë: Well, once you get started, instinct tends to take over. 😉 |
| − | + | Stillmarch: looks too shocked to process the innuendo, really | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: what never? | |
| − | + | Nik: oh, that's a relief! If I do get invited to go riding I wouldn't want to make a mess of things. | |
| − | + | Nik: shakes his head | |
| − | + | Coifárë: manages not to laugh at that. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: catches up and gives them a look, then refocuses on Nik | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: Well we will have to fix that | |
| − | + | Nik: no... because of my health, all that... I think they thought the ... horse fur? or straw, or whatever? would make my breathing bad. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Would it be terribly impolite to ask when your mark manifested? |
| − | + | Nik: oh, a few months ago? | |
| − | + | Nik: thinks back | |
| − | + | Nik: yes I guess about three or four months ago now. | |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Oh, so recent. You haven't had the opportunity to try nearly anything. |
| − | + | Nik: it took some convincing my parents that I was well enough to come on this trip! | |
| − | Stillmarch: | + | Stillmarch: I'm glad you did |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: Well, luckily for us you proved persuasive. |
| − | Nik: I think | + | Nik: I think it was my father's doing really. He said I need to ... to get out in the world and see things, not just read books all the time. |
| − | Coifárë: | + | Coifárë: I'm sure the season will afford you the opportunity to see all kinds of things. |
| − | + | Nik: I hope so! I've already seen some things, but there's so much more... | |
| − | Coifárë: will continue to help support Nik as they make their way through the party and down to the street. | + | Nik: says, wideeyed |
| − | + | ||
| − | Guieris: helps clear the path | + | Coifárë: On that note, if you'll excuse me for a moment, gentlemen. |
| − | + | ||
| − | Nik: wanders a bit but can be steered in the right direction | + | Coifárë: will take their leave to go talk to their host for a bit. |
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: nods to them | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Leid | ||
| + | |||
| + | Narrator: (not at all conspiring so that Nik can see a naked person, I'm sure >.> ) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Your grace, my lord. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: oh, uh, of course! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: whispers to Lamont "did I offend them?" | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: No, not at all. Inspired perhaps... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: oooh, all right | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: sighs quietly to himself hoping this isn't too far beyond what your father might have had in mind >.> | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: when you said 'fix that' did you mean we can go riding sometime? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: asks hopefully/nervously | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: I insist that we shall. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: nods, smiling | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: But not tomorrow. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: no... well... that's probably wise | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: do you have an extra horse I can use? do I have to make friends with the horse first and feed it an apple? do you think I need to put my hair in a braid? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: I'll find a horse, and you can certainly give it an apple. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: seems pleased at that | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: I'm not qualified to advise on your hair though, I'm afraid. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: well... I don't think I would go very fast. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: but maybe that's more up to the horse than to me | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: idly plays with his hair | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: A bit of both, but we can take things slow | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: it sounds exciting 😄 | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Well, it will be a chance to see more of the countryside, at least | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: uh huh | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: I think ... I need to sit down for a little bit. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: sounds a little woozy | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: here | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: will steer you over somewhere you can sit down | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: takes a seat on a divan | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: thanks... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Do you need more water? Some fresh air perhaps? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: ummm... maybe? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: well, let's just sit fir a moment first, and then maybe a spell out on the balcony. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: will sit with Nik | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: sprawls over a bit, resting his head on the arm of the couch. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will return with an entirely different drink than before. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Oh, are we feeling all right, gentlemen? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: mm... a lil bit sleepy... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Ah, of course. I suppose it is a bit late at that. Perhaps it's time to be thinking about heading homeways? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: tries to bestir himself and sit up again, but kind of flops over onto Lamont instead | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: What do you think, Nik, should I send for the carriage? Or do you want to see if some air might refresh you? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: oh... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: mmfine.... yeah. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: pet's his arm | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: is basically half-passed out at this point | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: well I suppose that's fair.. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: smiles at the two of them. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I can leave you two be, of course. I'd hate to intrude. 😉 | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: -_- | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: gives Lamont a look that is the soul of innocence. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: If it's not too much trouble, can you help me rouse him enough to take some air? And then I shoudl call for the carriage, I think | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: takes pity and nods. They'll move over to gently jostle Nik's shoulder. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: hmmff. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: (quietly) Lord Evenor? Would you care for some air? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: uh huh... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: <q> Up you get.... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: will try and help him up, taking him by the arm | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Okay, why don't we try sitting up, and, here, you can lean on us... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: leans on you both - fortunately he's not very heavy and easily manipulated ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will help get Nik out to a balcony for some air. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: rouses a bit in the cooler air | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: is that a bit better? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: oh... sorry | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Nothing to apologize for. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: How are you feeling? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: everything's spinny... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: That should pass, one way or another. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: yes, you can just lean on us, or the railing | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: that's good... this is good. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: pats your shoulders clumsily | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Maybe next time we take our time with the drinks, hmm? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Lets you enjoy more of the evening. Also remember it. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: he's not going to remember your advice, either | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: giggles at that | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Evenor, do you want to go home? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: but.. I didn't see naked people 🥺 | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: pats your shoulder | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: there will be other nights | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Evenor, I promise you, we will make sure you get the opportunity. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: okay... 'f you shay sho. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: you promised. 'm not gonna forget. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: says, probably going to forget | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Oh, I seriously doubt that, but I'll remember. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: (to Lamont) Should we send for a carriage, then? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: yes, I'll arrange it if you can take care of him for a moment | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I think we'll manage. 🙂 | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: can lean alternately against Coifárë and the balcony pillars | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: can probably support him fine. They're maybe not quite so elduar thin as Nik. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: it's funny... Lamont fell asleep on me an' then I fell asleep on him. an' you. 's okay though. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Perfectly fine, and significantly less insulting in this context. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: did you know he smells nice? he smells nice. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: you smell nice too, I mean... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: You're very sweet to say so. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: I don't wanna be rude | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: laughs pleasantly. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I think you'll find I have a higher tolerance for such things than most, but you're far from being rude. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Perhaps under other circumstances I would elaborate, but I think you're in no condition for such. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Still, you're doing just fine. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: oh yes | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: it's all so .... so... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: goes (more) pale and launches himself forward to hurl over the balcony | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: makes sure to hold his hair back and rubs his shoulders comfortingly. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: ugh... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Happens to the best of us, I'm afraid. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Just...ride it out. We'll get you some more water before you head out. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: uh huh... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: glances over the balcony to make sure he didn't hit any passersby. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: finally escapes from conversations he wish he wasn't having | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: Gah... I didn't think he would ever let me get away... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: I guess I missed quite a bit | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Just feeling a bit under the weather, or under the table perhaps. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I don't suppose you could fetch some water for our friend here, could you? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: Yeah, I can wave some down. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: does so | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: What were the chances THE Lord Maranue was here... and he heard about the incident... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Oh gods! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: How did he end up...? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: shakes their head. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: How much trouble are you in? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: (to Nik) Take small sips. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: does as he's told | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will use prestidigitation to clean Nik up as necessary. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: It's not as bad as it could have been... I was just stuck listening to him advise me on when one should use their more physical interventions and when one should be more diplomatic. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Well, the other party to your intervention didn't seem particularly upset with its physical nature. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: Did you talk to her? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I went to one of her lectures yesterday. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: I hope it went better than her more public events | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: How is Stillmarch holding up? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: You're gonna be fine Evenor. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: I feel ... a little better... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: says faintly | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: He seems to be doing a bit better. He went to go get a carriage to take Evenor home. Presumably himself as well. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: (to Nik) That's good. I'm sure Stillmarch will be back soon. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: I feel like quite the ass for being cornered like that and ignoring everyone. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: will step out onto the balcony | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Oh, there you are Kyrnon | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: It's not a society party, so I don't think anyone will be too perturbed. I'm still flabbergasted that Duke Maranue is here. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: I'm afraid I've just arranged to take Evenor home... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Oh that was him, hmm. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: (to Nik) Are you feeling well enough to walk down to the carriage? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: I think so... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: (to Lamont) Yes, bit of a bad stomach, but I think we're okay now. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Shall we, then? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will continue to help support Nik as they make their way through the party and down to the street. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: helps clear the path | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: wanders a bit but can be steered in the right direction | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: will also help support Nik | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: I think I can probably handle him from here.... | ||
| + | |||
| + | ]Stillmarch: Thank you, both, for coming out tonight | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: And you as well. It was nice to spend time with the both of you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: Thank you for inviting us. Are you certain you can manage? Glad to help if I can. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: I've wrangled bigger drunks >.> | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: you may recall >.> | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: laughs. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Have a good rest of your evening. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: As a small consolation... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will lean over to give Nik a kiss on the cheek. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Be good, boys. Good night! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: Yes take care! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: smiles adorably and a bit woozily | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nik: gnight! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: heads back into the party. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guieris: does so as well | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: will take Nik home, then | ||
| + | |||
| + | ===Victorina Meets with Chitara=== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: Victorina will show up at Chitara's doorstep right onw time, her arms full of papers and notebooks. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Victorina is shown into the parlor to join Chitara for tea. Chitara herself is sat comfortably on a chaise but hops up delightedly. "Victorina, it's good to see you!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: Victorina smiles and settles her papers before reaching out and clasping her hostess's hands. "It's good to see you too, Chitara." | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: She clasps her hands with a smile. "Looks like you came prepared, too. Lets get situated, get you a cup of tea, and get started?" | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: "Sounds good." | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Chitara waves in a maid to bring snacks and shifts a table in between their two chairs they can use for the papers. "So, how have you been since your spectacular exit at the masque?" | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: "Oh not so bad. I've conducted some more protests and other public outings. Attendance hasn't been the best but I refuse to give up." | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: "And how have you been?" | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: She grins. "I'll have to try to get to the next one, I haven't gotten to hear you speak yet. I've been alright. Still settling in more than anything." | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: "Well maybe we can schedule something." | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: She'll spend the entire visit chatting and brainstorming with Chitara about different events they could do to help promote Ebenmar as a Confederacy city-state. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Victorina: At the end of the delicious tea, Victorina shuffles through her papers and hands a couple to Chitara. "I'm having some trouble coming up the next pamphlet. May I leave what I've gotten down with you? You can read it over and write down your own ideas. You can return it at my next speech." | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: "Oh, I'm not much of a writer, but I'll look it over, sure." | ||
| + | |||
| + | ===Coifárë and Chitara Visit a Book Shop=== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will call upon the Kituss household around one in the afternoon, handing their card to the butler and waiting patiently to be received. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Coifare will only be kept waiting for a few minutes before Chitara makes their appearance in another gender bending outfit | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Hello again, it's lovely to see you. How have you been? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Well enough. Yourself? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will present Chitara with an Aethrennari orchid in a nice glass vase. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I thought you might like to further acquaint yourself with our local flora, given your spectacular outfit at the masquerade. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: takes it with clear delight | ||
| + | |||
| + | Oh, this is beautiful, thank you! I do adore flowers. And this is a beautiful orchid. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I'm glad you approve, and I'll be sure to file that away for future reference. If you're ready, your chariot awaits. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: hands the vase off to a maid a bit regretfully | ||
| + | |||
| + | I am indeed. Books and flowers are absolutely the way to my heart, you're doing great. | ||
| + | |||
| + | winks | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: smiles. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: offers their arm. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: takes it happily | ||
| + | |||
| + | Lead the way | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will lead Chitara out to where their buggy is waiting. It's of Aethrennari design, with carved flowers decorating much of it. A single unicorn stands patiently waiting for his passengers. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: will help Chitara up into the vehicle. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: tries not to get too distracted by the unicorn, though she is clearly fascinated by them | ||
| + | |||
| + | Is this a Highmark fashion I didn't notice? | ||
| + | |||
| + | clearly joking | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: More an Aethrennari one, truth be told. Have to uphold the honor of the royal house of Faerie. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: (to the unicorn) Whenever you're ready, Arrocco. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Narrator: "Very good, my leid," he replies, and the buggy smoothly glides into motion. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: So, you've had a little more time in our fair city since last I saw you. How are you finding it? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: clearly delighted by all of this | ||
| + | |||
| + | I've been enjoying it so far. It's somehow less foreign than I'd expected it to be. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Oh? Enough of the comforts of home? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Yes, it turns out that one city is much the same as another. It's merely been a manner of finding things like bookshops and cafes. Though the weather is taking some getting used to | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: nods. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: We don't have anything near to a Highmark winter where I'm from, either. Spring is pleasant enough, though. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Oh, what is it like where you're from? I've never been to this continent before, I don't have much of a frame of reference | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Vilyawen is subtropical alpine rainforest. Pretty mild compared to Highmark, certainly. And Aethrennar is even further south, more inland and at lower elevation. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Oh, I bet that rainforest is beautiful. Rainforests are the most beautiful places I've ever been. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I'd say it's the most beautiful place in the Confederacy, though I confess to some bias. I've heard wonderful things about Ebemar's lands as well. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Well, I might have to visit someday, then. I love to paint in beautiful places. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: You'd be welcome any time. I didn't realize you shared another of my passions. We should make an outing to go paint sometime. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Oh, I didn't know you paint! I would be delighted to paint with you- perhaps you can show me a good place for it, since you know the town a bit better? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: I suppose it depends upon your preference of subjects. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: I tend to work with landscapes or plants, they tend to stay still better than any other subjects with a cheeky grin | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Sometimes dealing with a rowdy subject is its own entertainment. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Though admittedly less likely to produce a finished painting. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Parliament Park has excellent views, though you should take the time to visit some of the outlying towns and villages at the edge of the Highmark stable zone. Some fascinating plant life, and the locomotive ride is worth it alone. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Oh, that does sound interesting! I've actually never painted outside of a stable zone, but it does sound fascinating | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Not the adventuring type? 😉 | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: Well, it's less that I didn't want to and more that no one was willing to accompany me out there to paint. Not very fond of 'roughing it', my family. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: Well, hopefully Nerathi hospitality can afford you some opportunity. I'm sure there will be a few country estate events over the course of the season and, failing that, perhaps we can just make a go of 'roughing it' ourselves. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: I'm certain I can manage it while here, and I would be delighted if it were in your company. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: smiles at that. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: So, what are you looking for at Keerk's? (the bookstore you're headed to) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: I'm not sure yet. Something local. A book I couldn't get back home. Isn't that always the best thing when visiting a bookshop in a new place? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coifárë: How right you are, and I'm sure Keerk's won't disappoint. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Narrator: (Presumably they can spend the ride chatting, and Arrocco knows the way.) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Chitara: (yeah, I'm sure that was plenty of conversation to get there) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Narrator: Keerk's Booksellers is a small, out of the way shop in the middle class neighborhood of Magerun. A small, simple placard hangs over the nondescript door, though you can see a faint warding sigil of some kind carved into the wood. | ||
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| + | Coifárë: will offer Chitara a hand down from the buggy, then hold the door open for them. | ||
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| + | Chitara: will accept the help in a vaguely flirty way | ||
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| + | I like the look of the place already. | ||
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| + | Coifárë: It's nice to find little out of the way places, I think. | ||
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| + | Narrator: The interior is filled with crowded bookshelves, their contents nevertheless meticulously catalogued and organized. | ||
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| + | Narrator: An elderly kobold approaches, dressed in a well-tailored suit with a pair of pince-nez perched on the end of his snout. | ||
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| + | Narrator: "Ah, my leids, may I help you find anything today?" | ||
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| + | Coifárë: Mister Keerk, good to see you. I was just bringing my friend Leid Kituss here to peruse your fine selection. | ||
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| + | Chitara: It is a delight to meet you, and to see your wonderful shop. | ||
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| + | Narrator: "I thank you for the compliment, and likewise, of course. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" | ||
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| + | ===Rosalie and Sebastien Come To an Agreement=== | ||
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| + | Rosalie: sits in the parlour, reading a book | ||
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| + | Sebastien: comes in to the room looking around | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Rosie have you seen my watch? I set it down earlier but Now I want it before I head out and I can't recall where i was.... | ||
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| + | Rosalie: looks up | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Head out? | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Yes, you know I heard there' starting a new horse at the track this afternoon! Wouldn't want to miss it! | ||
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| + | Rosalie: smiles faintly and shakes her head | ||
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| + | Rosalie: We'll, you're going to have to this once. We are promised to tea with the Marquess this afternoon. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh - is that today? Goodness! | ||
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| + | Sebastien: I should really keep an agenda - of course I know you'll always set me straight | ||
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| + | Rosalie: sighs lightly and returns to her book | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Yes, of course. And your watch is on my desk in the library. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh wonderful. Now Rosie, about this gentleman - you know he's on the market. Nice young man, good at cards... | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Is he? says distractedly, flipping a page | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh yes! A bit young for it I think but he is your age, very good family - excellent connections, the Machels, Military career, handsome... what's not to like? I just think you should be keeping an open mind. I can't take care of you forever you know! | ||
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| + | Rosalie: nearly drops her book in disbelief | ||
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| + | Rosalie: I...I'm sorry, what? | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Don't be sorry, my dear - he would be an excellent match, and I think you should consider it. Well, you did invite him, after all. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: looks frustrated and still somewhat in disbelief | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Just... I invited him to thank him, and so that we might have more....appropriate friends. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: well exactly - he is very appropriate | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Yes, as a friend to you. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Well that's what makes him a perfect match for you! | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Please, Seb, don't...don't bring up the idea of a courtship in front of him. It might make him uncomfortable! | ||
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| + | Rosalie: mumbles | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Not to mention, me. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Well not directly of course... You have to come at these things a bit sideways so as not to spook them off. Or so I'm told anyway :D | ||
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| + | Rosalie: looks mildly horrified | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Seb, have you....have you already mentioned this to him? | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh is he so terrible? he hasn't insulted you or anything has he? | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh no! Of course not!...I don't think so.... | ||
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| + | Rosalie: closes her eyes as if in pain and rubs her forehead | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Sebastien, I am stealing all of your gambling money for the next week | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh? well, then I'll just have to win some more :D Maybe the Marquess will help me out. I'm sure we could make a killing together at whist... | ||
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| + | Rosalie: And I will personally march myself to the local establishments and have you barred. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Barred? Barred? Rosie you're not serious. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: waves a hand, deciding you cannot actually be serious | ||
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| + | Rosalie: smacks her book on her palm | ||
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| + | Rosalie: I am absolutely serious. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: stands up suddenly and looks inspired | ||
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| + | Rosalie: And I will also tell the Stable Master to hide your horse! | ||
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| + | Sebastien: gasps | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Rosie, please! If the topic is so offensive.... I can let it go. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Not a word about any courtships. but.... just, think about it? For me ;x | ||
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| + | Rosalie: It's not offensive, it's just...you musn't be so obvious with those things. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: softens a little | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Brother, I can handle my own courtships. Okay? | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Well, are you though? I just don't want you to be lonely | ||
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| + | Rosalie: I... looks lost for a moment, then smiles slightly | ||
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| + | Rosalie: How can I be lonely with a brother like you? | ||
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| + | Sebastien: you deserve far better - a man who can dote on you properly, and give you a whole bushel of littles to keep you busy. They'd be adorable you know | ||
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| + | Rosalie: blushes | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Well that's just...oh, do go get your watch, then come back for tea. Honestly, Seb. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: sits back down and makes an attempt to look like she's reading again | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh yes! my watch! i'll do that - you're the very best, you know, Rosie | ||
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| + | Rosalie: waves a hand distractedly | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Yes, I know. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: looks up | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Do remember to come back for tea. | ||
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| + | ===Lamont and Gueiris at the Training Yard=== | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: will be late, but he will get there, looking tired as usual these days | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Welcome Marquess. This may not be the most extravagant training yard, but it has all the essentials. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Thank you. Honestly its the company and... motivation I need more than anything else | ||
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| + | Gueiris: I'm curious as to why you wouldnt have your own facilities available, but I can appreciate desire for a partner to keep oneself motivated. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: The expectation has been that we would have access to the military yard if desired. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: nods | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Shall we start with a few laps around the yard to get the blood flowing? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: alright. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: does some half-hearted stretches | ||
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| + | Gueiris: will start the run, but will let Lamont set the pace | ||
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| + | Gueiris: I'll admit I've slacked a little the last few months. Having an extra reason to get out here is good. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: That was my feeling as welll... I know I'm not at my best. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: sill give it a reasonable effort but tires out pretty fast | ||
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| + | Gueiris: There are worse things to put your time to when you are not at your best. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: We can take a minute before moving on to... practice swords? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: /me nods, leaning against the wall to catch his breath | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: ugh. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Its worse the first time getting back into things. After the third or fourth... | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I hope you're right | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: If I can just... sleep a little more, that woudl help | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Hope my oh so subtle conspiratorial actions with Coifare was not a bother the other night... it was your invite out after all. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: No, not at all. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: What's keeping you up, if you dont mind my asking? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: shrugs, and will go find one of the training sword from the rack | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I don't even know where to start | ||
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| + | Gueiris: picks his own sword out | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: My thoughts won't stay quiet, and just drift from one thing to the next :/ | ||
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| + | Gueiris: ugh... that's rough. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Mostly it's my uncle. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I think your situation isn't too different than mine, is it? | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Similar, yes. Some differences. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: I can appreciate you feeling grinded down under someone else's control... you've been dealing with it a lot longer than me. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Isn't it just a waiting game for you to break free of it... a few more years? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Five. or - I can get married, if there's someone he'd not be able to object to. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: You may be in a little bit of a dark well, but there is a ladder for you... might not be the one you want, but its there. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I know. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: But I can't see any other way out. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: So - pull it together, or drown | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: slips into a fighting stance, looking a little more determined at least | ||
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| + | Gueiris: A little grim, but effectively true | ||
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| + | Gueiris: There is no title or wealth waiting for me. That's gone. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: nothing? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: seems a little surprised at that | ||
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| + | Gueiris: My parents were good mercenaries, but not the best accountants, I guess... things were a little stretched in the company, and their unexpected deaths did not leave things well. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: It was my Uncle that came in and saved thing afterward. That's one of the reasons I was adopted. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: nods | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: ahh... | ||
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| + | Gueiris: He was kind, and let me stay on for a while... I really appreciate what he did for me in doing that. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: When my Aunt called me back to the city, since I was no longer working for the company, I had to give up my shares. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: did you get nothing in return for them? | ||
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| + | Gueiris: I'm not destitute... and I know I have skills that I can survive on. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Its just not Highmark family wealth. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: well... that's something | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: You could still marry well.... BUt I take it you're not inclined to make that your aim | ||
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| + | Gueiris: My Aunt is looking for a well to do coupling for myself, so I can help the Kyrnon family. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: nods | ||
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| + | Gueiris: I just keep thinking of my parents. They were partners. I remember the looks they had for each other. At the time, I didn't really get it... but now I do. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I understand. Mine were the same... as far as I can recall. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I know they pressed for the match | ||
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| + | Gueiris: That's what I really want... but I just can't ignore Family either. My Aunt and Uncle did good for me afterwards... | ||
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| + | Gueiris: Think fate will let both of us find those matches that will give us all that we are looking for? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I can't afford to trust it. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I hope its kinder to you. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: I appreciate the sentiment. It's a whimsical wish, really. | ||
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| + | Gueiris: To really make it happen, we'll have to work at it. | ||
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| + | ===Lamont Arrives For Tea=== | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: can be show in a little while afterwards then, when Sebastien has returned with his watch and is waiting with you | ||
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| + | Rosalie: puts a bookmark in her book when his entrance is announced and smiles in greeting | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Lord Stillmarch, hello! Thank you for coming. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Of course, thank you for your invitation, my lady, your grace | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: nods to Sebastien | ||
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| + | Sebastien: PLeasuree is all ours, please sit down! | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Thank you - I have brought a small token of my gratitude for you welcome. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: will hand a package to Rosalie | ||
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| + | Rosalie: accepts with surprise and a slight blush | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Oh, you didn't have to do that, but I do thank you. Would you like me to open it now, or should I wait? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Please, go ahead. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh yes, I'm curious! | ||
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| + | Rosalie: opens the gift with some care | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: (It looks like (and is) a jar of preserves of some kind) | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: They are brandied cherries form my family's orchards | ||
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| + | Rosalie: smiles | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Oh, I do love cherries. Thank you, I shall enjoy these. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: And I am not sharing, Seb. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: (they probably have a really fancy label too) | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Oh a shame - those things are fantastic with a little gingered rum | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: They can be enjoyed many ways, but I won't involve myself in sibling affairs | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: says with a polite smile | ||
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| + | Rosalie: laughs | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Sibling squabbles, really. Sebastien fashions himself a connoisseur. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: He's a bit of a sweets hound. I must guard my stores. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Slander! grins jovially | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Do you miss your lands when you're away, your grace? I find I miss the quiet when we come to the city, but Seb enjoys it more here. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Oh, well, I have been away from Stillmarch for quite some time. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I've been on patrol for most of the past year | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Ah, my brother mentioned your military service. How long have you been away? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: This was my first posting. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Internal border patrols, so.... not too far aay | ||
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| + | Rosalie: You'll have to forgive me my ignorance when it comes to military matters, our parents were... Well, they were seldom strict about many things, but they were adamant Sebastien not entertain any military thoughts. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Ahh, I'm afraid the Sentinel houses take a rather differernt perspecitive, but that is perhaps to be expected. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Yes - happy to leave that to you lot, really! | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Yes, Sebastien is definitely more suited to Society. And my gift for names would hardly help me with anything in that arena. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Your gift? | ||
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| + | Rosalie: It's just knowing everyone's name, really. Great for dodging uncomfortable memory lapses, but not much else currently. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Oh, interesting. I assure you though, command could find more practical uses for it. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: smiles wryly | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Then I shall make sure to dodge them. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: moves to pour tea | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Tea? | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I promise not to mention it unless its a matter of utmost national security | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: and thank you | ||
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| + | Rosalie: I hope you enjoy mint. I have been working my way through the herbal lots recently. I have even taken to reading about them. gestures to her book | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: It's quite refreshing | ||
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| + | Sebastien: Yes, she's always trying some plant or other! I thught I'd never get her out of the Callais greenhouse. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: That was pure research. I was thinking of starting my own project here. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: An herb garden? | ||
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| + | Sebastien: make sure you grow some of the fund ones, Rosie ;) | ||
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| + | Rosalie: rolls her eyes at Sebastien before catching herself, then ignores him | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Just a small one, really. I don't know enough yet to make any large ventures. | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: For teas, primarily? Or are you more interested in their other properties? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Teas and perhaps homeopathic remedies or new scents. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: scents? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Oh, our family makes parfums and toilettes. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sebastien: Well, I like to leave that to the professionals, but Rosie likes to take a closer hand in things. Enterprising spirit! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Well, I just like to research. Our herbs and plants have so many properties. Mint helps with anxiety and digestion, lavender with sleep and headaches. It's all very fascinating, and probably not great tea conversation. laughs awkwardly | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Oh, not at all. The healer with our patrol swore as much by their natural remedies as by their magic, but they were Vanilorra trained. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Oh really? I would love to pick their brain! | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: Well, I'm afraid they're still on deployment, but I'm sure there are others around with similar training. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: But I do appreciate book learning as well | ||
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| + | Sebastien: tries not to rollhis* eyes, but instead makes eye brow waggles at Rose where Lamont can't see | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Are you an avid reader, your grace? Sebastien is more of an active type, but I could read an afternoon away. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: waits for an opportunity to make stern eyes at Sebastien | ||
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| + | Stillmarch: I am when I have the opportunity. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: What sorts of things do you like to read? I have to admit, I'm not much of a fiction reader. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: No, myself either, regarding prose, anyway. Perhaps it plays to type somewhat but i do find a lot of histories very interesting. | ||
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| + | Rosalie: smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Oh, me too. I find myself reading about science and nature ever so often, but I always come back to history. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sebastien: How nice that you have such things in common! I'm not much of a reader myself, but sometimes Rosie will read out bits she finds of interest, and I do my best to pay attntion. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: laughs at Sebastien | ||
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| + | Rosalie: Not very well, brother. You have to admit. | ||
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| + | Sebastien: my best! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: I also tried to take him to one of the museums the other day. I will not be doing that again. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sebastien: I admit, the past doens't have quite such a grip on me - I prefer to look to the future. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: sighs dramatically | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Alas, I am missing a museum partner. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sebastien: looks absolutely delighted, but manages to keep his mouth shut | ||
| + | |||
| + | Stillmarch: Oh? It has been a while since I had an opportunity to visit this historical museums in the city. If you would welcome my companionship, I'd be happy to offer it. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: Your companionship would be most welcome. They have some rather interesting exhibitions coming up I am most eager to see. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sebastien: I hope you will both have wonderful time - I'll likely use the time to visit Fortans ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rosalie: sighs | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sebastien: You should join me there some time, Stillmarch! I was telling Rosie, I think we could make a killing as partners at whist. | ||
| − | + | Rosalie: mutters | |
| − | + | Rosalie: Your horse, Seb. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: glances between the siblings Thank you for your generous invitation, your grace, but I'm afraid I find the pace of play at such places far beyond me, and I wouldn't want to hurt your odds. | |
| − | + | Rosalie: laughs wryly | |
| − | + | Rosalie: Oh, you wouldn't. But do feel free to decline his invitation. | |
| − | + | Sebastien: Nonsense! Waste of talent, I say. | |
| − | Stillmarch: you | + | Stillmarch: I'm afraid you overestimate my talents, but I will take that as complimentary |
| − | + | Rosalie: I do hope you don't get the wrong impression of my brother. He likes gaming, but he has other interests. He is very attached to his horse. | |
| − | + | Sebastien: It's true - mornings are for riding, gets the blood up and pumping! and then the rest of the day for other entertainments. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: nods | |
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| − | + | Rosalie: One day, I might rope him into helping me in my future greenhouse. I can dream. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I fear I've been neglecting my mount these past few weeks, though I've made arrangements to take lord Evenor out of the city soon. He is a novice rider though - I wouldn't mind a chance to see some of the more challenging terrain around the city, if that might be of interest, your grace. | |
| − | + | Sebastien: Oh Evenor - I heard they brought him out of hiding finally! Well good of you to show him some of the gentlemanly arts, I suppose. But I do know a few good spots for a more advanced sportsman like yourself. | |
| − | + | Rosalie: We should make this Evenor's acquaintance, then. Perhaps we can find him at te next gathering. | |
| − | + | Stillmarch: I'd be happy to make an introduction. He is quite keen to make new acquaintances | |
| + | Rosalie: We would be in your debt once again. I'm great at names, but Sebastien is the more outgoing of us. | ||
| + | Stillmarch: No debt necessary, my lady. It's a pleasure, as well as a duty to my friend and to society. | ||
| − | + | Sebastien: Very gallant of you, Stillmarch, I'll look forward to it. | |
| + | Rosalie: smiles | ||
| + | Rosalie: Very gallant indeed, and you have my appreciation. | ||
| − | + | Stillmarch: Monologue: That went better than I feared - I think the morning exercise is helping, and Lady Rose was very gracious in helping me defer from further hands of cards... She is charming, and we share many common interest it seems. I should pursue her - it would be a match my uncle could not possibly object to. Except I do not feel like her interests lie in that direction, and I fear what an extended friendship with the duke would do to my shattered nerves. We will see how this riding goes, and if I can tolerate it without her help. I should focus on finding my path to freedom, but it is difficult when my affections are engaged elsewhere... But if I can find the strength to carry on, I must find it also to set such things aside. | |
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==Epistolary== | ==Epistolary== | ||
* [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N_YjGp1-Ug_tNWn7EYyKJNZjJKWxF8-bWLxIRkJ_ZNA/edit Drafts for Chitara to review] from Victorina | * [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N_YjGp1-Ug_tNWn7EYyKJNZjJKWxF8-bWLxIRkJ_ZNA/edit Drafts for Chitara to review] from Victorina | ||
| + | * [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EzE53YFGcyYTMil6XRCvTanDZ3XpuPdGw732uoc6D9o/edit Letter for Lady Rosalie] from the Marquess of Stillmarch | ||
| + | * [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AaZKnojJlrVFntgx5rHbrfG_RF1JaHNp8CyUy2XbIhQ/edit?usp=sharing Letter to Lord Kyrnon and Colmacil Vilyawén] from Lord Evenor | ||
| + | * [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kjRbSMTbsLd27QqnIUO5baLA_YnWpHm8qTkSfp4HTBY/edit Letter to Baroness Burbank] from Lord Evenor | ||
| + | * [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WdgavJhQnngH6mbwR0tgY97F7Bzk4N41WiXh2z1f8r8/edit?usp=sharing Letter to Lord Kyrnon] from Lavinia | ||
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Latest revision as of 23:46, 13 March 2023
Summary
- Session date: 2023-02-19
Katherina checks in with her sister after the ball, and they talk about boys (of course!). Later, Nik stops by for tea as invited with the girls and their mother, and they discuss all manner of things, including books, Lavinia's food, dragonmarks, and Nik's experience of the city and season so far.
Leonora discusses her efforts at the ball with her husband, Magga, and the best approach to find someone who might accept their proposition. They discuss the Allards, and Leonora suggests that Magga should attend the next social occasion with her.
Coifárë stops to listen to one of Victorina's street lectures, and offers to help find her some more formal venues through their ecclesiastic contacts.
Gueiris and Coifárë meet up at tea shop and discuss the former's current circumstances and his invitation from Lamont and their mutual concern for him.
Lamont invites Nik and Gueiris out to a fancy club, where they meet up and make introductions and have a slightly tense moment over their mutual friendship with Lavinia. Coifárë crashes the party, and they later head out to an opera after party. Coifárë and Lamont have a private conversation, and Coifárë checks on on a very drunk Nik who reveals the deepest desire of his heart - to see naked people! He is later escorted home by Lamont, while Gueiris laments missing half the action after being chastised by the lord of his House.
Victorina stops in to meet with Chitara to discussed their shared cause, and seek some feedback on some new material she is working on.
Coifárë and Chitara meet up to visit a bookshop, and make future plans to meet up to try painting in the wilds.
Lamont meets up with Gueiris for training
Rosalie reminds her brother that they are expecting company for tea, and makes him promise not to push a courtship agenda. When Lamont arrives, they make friendly conversation and find they all have some interests in common. Lamont invites Rosalie to visit one of the city's museums. He does his best, with Rose's help, to politely decline an invitation to join Sebastien at a gabling house, but agrees to go riding with him instead.
Session
Boy Talk With Katherina and Lavinia
Katherina: shuffles into Lavinia's room once we're home and getting ready for bed
Lavinia: will be in her room undressing from the party and considering the evening.
Katherina: Oh that was just so much fun! I wish we had balls every day... though I am a little tired...
Katherina: How did you find it?
Lavinia: I'm sure you must be. You were running around like a blink dog all evening.
Lavinia: It was... interesting.
Katherina: perks up
Lavinia: begins removing her makeup in the mirror.
Katherina: Interesting how?
Katherina: grabs some things off your dresser and will start doing the same, peering over your shoulder
Lavinia: Well... I had some very nice conversations. And the gardens are always lovely.
Lavinia: What about you? How did you find the evening?
Katherina: smiles slyly
Lavinia: sighs and scoots over on her bench to give you room
Katherina: oh yes the gardens were *quite* the experience So many beautiful flowers... so many quiet little alcoves...
Katherina: plops down beside you
Lavinia: Yes, very good for reading or a picnic
Katherina: Of course I had a wonderful time ^-^
Katherina: Oh surely that's not what our host intended, not at a Sehanine Ball...
Lavinia: Katherina!
Katherina: What!? That is what it is, you know.
Lavinia: Yes, but you still shouldn't SAY so.
Katherina: laugh
Katherina: why ever not? Everyone knows trysts are half the reason for having a masquerade. I'd like to go to a proper one someday, where folks aren’t announced, even...
Katherina: speaking of ...such things.... did you recall your promise?
Lavinia: I don't recall PROMISING anything, dear sister.
Katherina: mmmhmm, that's not what I recall at all!
Katherina: but even so. DID you consider it?
Lavinia: How could I not, after all your badgering.
Katherina: oh wonderful! You know if you speak like that you will only give me encouragement. So - who is it?
Lavinia: blushes
Katherina: of course you can give me more than one. I saw you speaking with several handsome gentlemen...
Lavinia: Well...
Lavinia: I suppose...
Katherina: eyes gleam, but she waits impatiently for you to spill
Lavinia: ...Lord Kyrnon WAS very dashing...
Katherina: ooh! I was sure you were going to say lord Evenor - you gave me such a look when he was speaking with me! tell me more about Lord Kyrnon.
Lavinia: gives you another look at the mention of Lord Evenor.
Lavinia: I'm sure that Lord evenor is not interested in me. Not after you got hold of him.
Katherina: pouts Vinnie if you have the slightest interest in him I will give way to your interest. He was sweet but there were many sweet gentlemen, I thought.
Lavinia: He asked about you during our dance.
Katherina: :o
Katherina: blushes just a little, then waves her hand
Katherina: Well, how thoughtless of him.
Lavinia: I believe that may be the only reason he asked me.
Lavinia: I don't know.
Lavinia: He seemed so... sweet... until then.
Lavinia: But... men.
Katherina: smirks
Katherina: You sound so jaded! but yes, that is disappointing. I shall be extra cold to him on your account
Lavinia: Don't you dare!
Katherina: But you see, this is why you must tell me which ones are of interest, so that I can steer them towards you properly.
Katherina: I shall be! he was cruel to you and it is simply what he s=deserves
Lavinia: Lord Evenor is a good match. You would do well if he is interested in you.
Lavinia: Besides, we both know I cannot compete with you in physical appeal
Katherina: Vinnie, all you lack is confidence. It is the true secret to all charms. I am no more lovely than you. Just bolder, that's all, because I refuse to let mother or the world put me in a place I do not desire. No man who was rude to my sister is "good match", no matter his station.
Lavinia: Oh Kitty...
Katherina: now, about Lord kyrnon.... you say he was dashing?
Lavinia: That was not part of the deal, little sister. I have given you a name. Now, if I'm not mistaken, it is your turn.
Katherina: Oh if that's the way you wish to play it.... very well
Katherina: *tosses her hair and puts down the cloth, looking at her face to see how clean it is, and then glances at you impishly in the mirror
Lavinia: grins
Katherina: A boy I should like to kiss is... why - Councillor Callais of course ^-^
Lavinia: stares at you.
Katherina: What? he is very handsome, of course. And rich, and powerful. And he has been known to have dalliances, of course...
Lavinia: Kitty!!
Lavinia: He is old enough to be your... I don't even know! Great grandfather perhaps???
Katherina: Yes but he is an elf so it hardly matters. It just means he should know well the business of kissing!
Katherina: Giggles, clearly enjoying your reaction
Lavinia: Are you being serious or are you putting me on like last month with the custard recipe?
Katherina: Oh no I'm quite serious! I think it would be wonderful to kiss him. He's so formal all the time, imaging being the one to shake that up a little? But it is purely a fantasy, don't worry overly much. There are plenty of other boys.
Lavinia: sighs exasperatedly and rolls her eyes.
Lavinia: Hopefully some born in the same century as you.
Lavinia: Who don't already have grandchildren.
Katherina: Mmm, oh yes, his grandchildren... >.>
Lavinia: Now THAT would be a fine match for you.
Katherina: Well on that note - I am off to bed, sweet dreams, sister!
Katherina: May you dream of handsome men!
Lavinia: blushes again.
Lavinia: Kitty!
Katherina: skips off back towards her room
Lavinia: I swear sometimes...
Lavinia: She is a changeling. That's the explaination. I don't know where else she would get it from.
Nik Atends Tea with Lavinia and Her Family
Lavinia: will be waiting in the parlor with her mother and sister for Nik to arrive. She has made several different tea cakes and other snacks, including the aforementioned strawberry tart.
Nik: will present himself at the appointed time, carrying a few small wrapped packages. He wears a tailored suit of the most current style, with a teal blue coat.
Lavinia: will rise when the butler leads you into the drawing room.
Lavinia: Lord Evenor! It is a pleasure to see you again.
Katherina: rises also
Katherina: Yes, good afternoon
Nik: Good day, Lady Feigrsteinn, Hersir Feigrsteinn, Miss Katherina. Thank you very much for your invitation! If it pleases you, I have a few small gifts.
Nik: offers each of you a present, which feels like it is a small glass jar.
Katherina: Oh, how gracious!
Lavinia: Oh! That's very nice of you, Lord Evenor!
Lavinia: beams
Nik: It is the merest token of my affection. They are healing salts from my family's hot springs - if you add them to your bath, they can soothe aches and pains.
Lavinia: Thank you so much, My Lord. Your family's springs were very rejuvenating when I visited them during my... episode.
Maria Orsino: enters the parlor, dressed in a white morning dress from at least two seasons ago, but stylish nonetheless
Nik: I am glad to hear you found them comforting, in a time of difficulty.
Maria Orsino: Good morning, dears. Oh and I see that your guest has arrived. My, you're a tall one, aren't you?
Katherina: Oh mother, of course he is! but we should all go sit, shouldn't we, Vinnie has worked very hard on this tea and we must all appreciate it properly.
Lavinia: Oh, it was nothing, really.
Katherina: says with a slightly arch look at Nik
Nik: It's a pleasure to see you, Lady Feigrsteinn. I will endeavour to be more accommodating.
Maria Orsino: Thank you, young man. May I have the pleasure of your introduction, properly now I mean?
Nik: I am Nikession Amathalis, Lord Evenor, at your service, my lady.
Nik: bows politely
Lavinia: Mother, he is the one I have been corresponding with since my convalescence. His family owns the springs at Therma Alba
Maria Orsino: Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lord Evenor. And I as you know am Maria Orsino.
Maria Orsino: Yes, of course, dear.
Katherina: Now, shall we go into the parlour?
Nik: will go where you tell him
Katherina: It shall be much more pleasant not to have to crane my neck so to speak with out guest!
Katherina: will lead everyone to get more equitably seated around the tea table
Lavinia: will seat herself near Lord Evenor
Nik: Your home is very charming, my lady. Everything is so refined.
Maria Orsino: You're very kind and observant to say so, Lord Evenor.
Katherina: settles beside her sister
Lavinia: Much of the furnishings are from Grimfarr, My Lord.
Nik: Oh, how fascinating! I am not too familiar with Grimfarr, or indeed many places. I would love to learn more about it, when I have the opportunity.
Lavinia: Oh, I have spent many summers there. It is beautiful, but it does get very cold in the winters.
Katherina: Highmark is much more exciting.
Nik: Well, I have certainly been enjoying my time here! There is so much to see, I feel as though I have barely scratched the surface of its enjoyments.
Lavinia: is trying to nonchalantly observe where Nik is looking during the conversation, whether more at her or Katherina.
Maria Orsino: Of course, there are many distractions here in Highmark. But tell me of yourself, Lord Evenor. You were raised in Thantopolis? Or in Therma Alba? A little of both?
Nik: (probably mostly at your mother, tbh, trying to be polite to her! but otherwise about equally dividing his attention between you)
Nik: I was quite ill as a child, my lady, and spent my youth at Therma Alba in an effort to improve my health. My parents did not wish for me to be too subjected to the rigours of city life.
Katherina: Oh that must have been very dull!
Nik: Well, I read a great deal, and I have been fortunate enough to have most enjoyable correspondence with friends such as Hersir Feigrsteinn to liven the days.
Maria Orsino: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about your convalescence. But you're well now?
Nik: Yes, my lady, my health is much improved since I came of age.
Maria Orsino: I'm so glad to hear it.
Lavinia: I am sure the waters must have finally taken their effect then, My Lord.
Katherina: Yes, you look very well now! But what sorts of things do you read then? Anything that may be of interest to ladies such as ourselves? ^-^
Nik: Oh, I partake of many subjects... but as to what might be of interest to young ladies such as yourselves, I do enjoy a good romance novel.
Katherina: face lights up completely, and then glances at her sister and tries to tamp it down a bit
Lavinia: Oh! My sister does love her romance novels as well, my lord.
Nik: And what about yourself? You do not care for them?
Lavinia: Oh I... I'm not much of a reader generally. I stick to my cookbooks and correspondences for the most part.
Katherina: bites her lip to keep on behavious for her sister's sake
Katherina: Oh yes - you do always have your nose in there... but to such an end. You must try these tarts my lord, she has truly outdone herself, I think.
Nik: Ah, so it is your knowledge of cooking that created such delicacies?
Nik: says, sampling one of the aforementioned tarts.
Lavinia: Well, yes, I can create the food itself of course, but without the knowledge of its taste and ingredients it is never quite right.
Maria Orsino: Yes, Lavinia has quite a talent in that regard. Your tailor will be well-compensated, make no mistake.
Lavinia: blushes slightly
Katherina: Yes, that is a very dashing suit...
Lavinia: Indeed, very stylish
Nik: Oh, do you think so? Lord Stillmarch was kind enough to recommend his own tailor in town, so I must give credit to him.
Katherina: stuffs a tart in her mouth because she is supposed to be cold, not complimentary
Lavinia: Oh, are you and Lord Stillmarch acquainted, then?
Nik: Indeed, I have corresponded with him for some time as well.
Lavinia: I met him at the party. He seemed rather... melancholy. I do hope he is alright.
Katherina: I'm not sure I have had the pleasure - who is Lord Stillmarch?
Lavinia: He is... was... Algernon's cousin.
Katherina: Ahhh, I see.
Katherina: Well, I generally prefer the company of more genial gentlemen. melancholy has no place at a ball, of all places!
Lavinia: Kitty!
Lavinia: The poor man was grieving!
Katherina: Well a ball is no place for the grieving, that's all I mean.
Nik: I think he was rather weary, perhaps he had not rested well. I'm sure he was not intending any insult.
Maria Orsino: So you have a long friendship with the Marquess, then?
Nik: I first met him some four years ago, my lady. Since then we have corresponded as his schedule permits. His military service does of course keep him from always writing regularly.
Maria Orsino: Naturally.
Katherina: Oh, is he the one who gave you those letters, Vinnie?
Lavinia: Oh, yes...
Nik: looks a bit curious but doesn't want to pry
Lavinia: Ummm... His cousin Algernon Machel was... my betrothed. He brought me some letters that Lord Machel had written me.
Nik: Oh, I see, I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope his letters were able to give you some comfort.
Lavinia: Thank you, My Lord.
Katherina: That's very kind of you. I just want her to hurry up and read them so she can tell me what all they contained ^-^
Lavinia: Kitty...
Maria Orsino: Dears, let's turn the conversation to something less grim.
Lavinia: Yes, thank you, Mother.
Katherina: Oh, I'm sorry... hmm... Have you perhaps read Alas The Dawn by Melodie Fayre? It is such a sweet book and I must convince my sister to try it. Perhaps you can help me persuade her?
Lavinia: Kitty, you know how I feel about such nonsense.
Katherina: I told her it is not lewd at all, but she won't trust me!
Nik: Oh, yes, "At Last The Night"... so you enjoyed it? I have heard it's quite popular, I must read it one of these days.
Katherina: sigh
Katherina: You surely must, my lord.
Nik: Well, I will take your recommendation to heart.
Katherina: It is a piece of such passion to turn even the coldest heart.... I find it hard to believe anyone who enjoys the genre could have missed it
Nik: Perhaps by the next time we meet, I will be able to discuss it with you 🙂
Maria Orsino: While you are here in Highmark, will you be attending to any of your family's affairs or business?
Katherina: glances at Lavinia Well. Perhaps.
Lavinia: glances at Katherina and smiles very slightly.
Nik: Oh, well, my father is busy with council of course. I am merely here to partake in the season, although of course if there is anything he requires of me, I will assist. But I think for the moment, my parents will permit me to be... free of responsibilities. After all, I have never visited the city before.
Maria Orsino: Yes, of course, that makes perfect sense.
Lavinia: I do hope you are enjoying your stay so far, My Lord.
Nik: Very much so! Every day brings some new experience or sight to see, and I am gratified to be able to spend time with friends such as yourself.
Lavinia: smiles at that.
Nik: These tarts are truly remarkable, you made them yourself?
Katherina: Yes, with her magic!
Katherina: Everythign she creates is fantastic, though never up to her standards.
Lavinia: It's my gift, My Lord. Not as useful as some, perhaps, but I do love it.
Nik: Oh, but I think being able to make delicious food is quite useful, moreso than many. You can use your gift to bring joy to people every day 🙂
Lavinia: I do hope so. :3
Nik: My own gift is not so directly helpful to others, being only useful to myself at the present time.
Lavinia: Oh?
Lavinia: How so?
Nik: Well, I mentioned I had been unwell as a child. When my mark manifested, it helped alleviate my illness, so that I no longer had so much difficulty in exerting myself.
Lavinia: Oh!
Lavinia: So it makes you healthy?
Nik: In essence, yes. It helps me to breathe more easily.
Lavinia: I imagine that it will be very interesting to see where that leads when it grows in power.
Maria Orsino: That is a gift to be treasured. My dear aunt Helena had troubles with breathing for decades.
Katherina: Oh yes, I can imagine some interesting applications...
Lavinia: gives Kitty a wide-eyed stare
Katherina: returns an innocent look
Nik: In my family's line, there are those who have skill at healing - I hope that one day, perhaps I can share my gift with those who would benefit from it.
Lavinia: I... hope that is how it develops, then, My Lord.
Lavinia: kicks Katherina under the table.
Nik: We shall see, I suppose!
Nik: says in blissful ignorance
Katherina: I'm sure there are many who would benefit form your attentions... were that to be the case ^_^
Nik: There are certainly many who are not well - our hot springs are always busy with those who come seeking relief from cares and sickness.
Nik: Perhaps one day you can visit there again 🙂
Lavinia: Oh... that would be lovely, My Lord. It is such a lovely place. It was a very pleasant change from the city.
Nik: And this time, I would be more able to partake of the offerings with you!
Lavinia: blushes DEEP red
Lavinia: Oh, I... uh...
Nik: Um, I mean, of course, in a respectable fashion.
Katherina: smirks and sips her tea
Lavinia: Of... of course, My Lord...
Leonora and Magga Talk Strategy
Leonora: is going through her various correspondence, mostly material from Nachtur relating to our estates there
Magga: Good morning, dear. Are you quite busy with your correspondence, or do you have a little time for your poor neglected husband? ;)
Leonora: doesn't look up.
Leonora: Did we really hire twelve new people last month at the western farms? That doesn't seem right.
Magga: I'm not sure. It's planting season I suppose, but still, twelve does seem high.
Leonora: I just wonder whether, if people are leaving, well, whether something is going on there. But ... you wanted something, sorry?
Magga: Oh, nothing too urgent. I was curious to know how the ball was. Did you have a good time?
Leonora: Oh. Yes, it was very pleasant. A bit strange, of course.
Leonora: Normally when old married women are there it's to meddle in some relative's fortunes.
Magga: You're hardly old, my dear.
Leonora: Well, no, not chronologically, I suppose. Still, hard not to feel old with all these children, sixteen and seventeen and eighteen, playing at grownups on the field of battle.
Magga: pats your hand
Magga: Perhaps it's not the ideal place to seek out what we are looking for, then?
Leonora: Well, it's hard to say. Maybe not the ideal place to finish, but a start, at least.
Magga: Oh? Did you have any hopeful leads?
Leonora: I had a good talk with the Marquess of Stillmarch. That was awkward.
Magga: Good, but awkward?
Leonora: Well, it was nothing the boy did. It's just that, fifteen years ago, or almost, I was seriously considered for his uncle, Mr. Thurston Allard.
Leonora: I, ah ... didn't mention that to the Marquess, exactly.
Magga: Oh, hmm. Perhaps for the best.
Leonora: The elder is not exactly the most charming. It would not have been a good match, for many reasons.
Leonora: He is still unmarried.
Magga: Well... is charming what you are seeking?
Magga: asks with a smile
Leonora: No, hardly.
Leonora: I wrote him, Mr. Allard I mean, the other day.
Leonora: Just so that if it does go any further, I suppose with either of them, it doesn't seem strange that I was here and didn't write.
Magga: A prudent decision, then. Did he make any response, or not that you have heard yet?
Leonora: None, and he may not. He is a fractious fellow, or he was, when I knew him.
Magga: And the nephew? He is more agreeable?
Leonora: Well, that's a low threshold to meet, but yes.
Magga: chuckles
Magga: Love, you know I will leave this choice in your hands, as it's you who would necessarily bear the burdens involved. But if there is any help I can give, I'm happy to do so. Any advice, or enticements, or mild threats...
Magga: smiles in a way that may not be totally joking
Leonora: So many of them already believe that you are a beast. Attitudes here, they have not changed so much. Let's try to keep the fisticuffs to a minimum.
Magga: Oh, merely verbal threats, I assure you.
Magga: grins
Leonora: Let's start with a no-terror approach, don't you think, dear?
Magga: I offered at least two other options before threats! And yet you zero in on that one, hm...
Magga: teases you
Leonora: laughs
Leonora: Well, I'm not saying no. Just that it shouldn't be our strategy in the first instance.
Leonora: I'd like to think there may be some of these youths who would be persuaded by my charms alone.
Magga: Very well, if you insist. What do you think is the correct approach, then? Invite the prospective candidates over for tea and polite interrogation?
Leonora: Is that what you would prefer?
Magga: I admit that I would prefer to meet the gentleman in question before any transactions occur. But I won't dictate your choice, of course.
Leonora: I assure you that you will meet the lucky fellow. After all, he is to be the father of our firstborn. And if that goes well, who knows?
Leonora: I'm torn. On the one hand, it may be better to look for someone without many means, or in a situation, that makes this offer appealing. And we have the means and the power to make many situations go away. Not only financial ones, either.
Leonora: But on the other, there is a certain solidity in looking for a known quantity.
Magga: What sort of known quantity?
Leonora: I don't know, some sort of elder statesman, someone who's had a family and who thus doesn't have worries about an heir coming back and demanding ... who knows what.
Magga: Ah, I see what you mean. But surely also someone in a higher rank or with greater power has more to risk by such a decision?
Leonora: Quite so, exactly.
Leonora: Nenea has many gifts but this task is complex and delicate.
Leonora: And I am trying to be mindful of your reputation as well, dear.
Magga: smiles
Magga: I feel that is the lesser concern here. It doesn't matter to me what people think about me, or us. I want to make sure that you are happy, that's all.
Magga: And to ensure that our future child is healthy and safe.
Leonora: You are kind to say so, dearest. But what affects your reputation affects so many things about our business, about your people. I will not have this matter bandied about as a matter of scurrilousness and licence.
Magga: Then discretion is an important consideration.
Leonora: I think it will be best if you come to the next ball.
Leonora: People will ask, otherwise.
Magga: Of course. I will accompany you anywhere you would like.
Leonora: And perhaps if the young Marquess is there again, we will talk to him further.
Magga: Very well.
Leonora: I know this is all difficult. But how greatly it will be worth it, in the end.
Magga: Of course it will. For you, my love, I would make any sacrifice. Even attending a ball.
Coifárë Approaches Victorina After a Lecture
Coifárë: will have tracked down where Victorina was speaking next and made a point to come listen. They'll approach her afterwards, after she's less immediately busy.
Coifárë: Ms. Allement, that was quite a...thought-provoking lecture.
Victorina: Victorina gulps down water before responding. "Well, thank you. Anything in particular catch your attention?"
Coifárë: Your quote from that old Ceneric Aethelin speech, about our responsibility to make up for our mistakes. Appropriate, I thought.
Coifárë: I hope you've been well since the excitement at the masquerade.
Victorina: "Quite well, except for a lecture from my chaperone and listening to her bemoan all the dance commitments I couldn't keep because of the expulsion..." She shrugs, "She refuses to understand that I didn't come here to get married off."
Coifárë: I take it your chaperone and sponsor see that as being the preeminent priority?
Victorina: "They do. Matchmaking is apparently the thing to do among the aristocracy."
Coifárë: For most of us, certainly. Some few enjoys more unusual circumstances.
Coifárë: Clearly you're at least getting some time for your own pursuits.
Victorina: "Representatives from my father's company keeps him busy with meetings. And her Grace insist on being the perfect hostess."
Coifárë: nods.
Coifárë: How are your efforts proceeding with all this?
Coifárë: gestures to the pamphlets and such.
Victorina: She sighs. "It's hard to tell. I can pass these out all day long but I can't force people to read them. Nor can I keep them thinking about the cause once they're out of earshot."
Coifárë: Have you considered other venues? I have friends in some of the other temples who would probably like to hear what you have to say.
Victorina: "That...might be an avenue pursuing. What kind of influence do they have? I'm beginning to suspect it'll take more than my usual tactics to get things done."
Coifárë: Some of them, a fair bit. The Asmodeans aren't likely to be sympathetic, but I know people in the Erathin, Avandran, and Sehanine temples who'd be happy to listen and likely to help. Erathis's temple is practically part of the government, so certainly they can offer some assistance at least.
Victorina: "And you say you can arrange for me to meet with them?"
Coifárë: nods.
Coifárë: Like I said, they'd probably be happy to have you come speak.
Coifárë: Erathis is all about good governance, Avandra is the goddess of liberty, and Sehanine, well...her clergy run the gamut, but they definitely have political ties.
Victorina: "When can we meet?"
Coifárë: I'll send some messages when I get home today. I'll let you know when I hear back, hmm?
Victorina: She smiles and curtsies. "That would be extremely appreciated, good sir."
Coifárë: bows politely.
Coifárë: It's my pleasure, and I shouldn't take up any more of your time, of course. Until next we meet, Ms. Allement.
Victorina: "Until then."
Gueiris and Coifárë Meet For Tea
Narrator: (I was thinking either they could run into one another out on the town, or Coifare could come up with an activity to invite him to respectable enough that Gueiris's aunt and uncle can't complain)
Guieris: (how about out on the town... feels more clandestine 🙂 )
Guieris: (I could be using a moment to escape from the family at a respectable tea parlor)
Coifárë: will stop in to (coming up with random name) Botles & Scrum, and, seeing Gueiris, make their way over.
Coifárë: Why hello there. I thought they weren't letting you out of the barracks just now.
Guieris: chuckles
Guieris: This small escape is acceptable, due to the outstanding reputation of the place. And my Aunt raves about the tea and biscuits, making it hard for her to restrict me from them.
Guieris: How goes the free roaming of the world?
Coifárë: Better at the moment, certainly.
Coifárë: will take a seat without asking, and signal a server to bring more tea and biscuits.
Coifárë: Though, honestly, I've been a bit preoccupied.
Guieris: Be wary, I may drag you out of here over my shoulder.
Coifárë: laughs.
Coifárë: I'll try not to make quite such a scene, however much I enjoyed the premiere performance.
Coifárë: I trust you and Ms. Allement parted on amiable terms regardless?
Guieris: It was a curt goodbye to keep appearances. I don't think she is unamicable.
Coifárë: I think others might have a different opinion, if, say, they shared opposed political beliefs.
Coifárë: But I thought she was charming. Spirited.
Guieris: Passionate is the word that comes to my mind.
Coifárë: nods.
Coifárë: Certainly not boring.
Guieris: I can see why you would like her. What is on your mind? It cannot be just Ms Allement.
Coifárë: No, it's...
Coifárë: sighs.
Coifárë: Stillmarch. I'm...worried about him.
Guieris: that you are not alone in
Coifárë: He's hurting, and won't let anyone help.
Coifárë: Well, he did fall asleep on Lord Evenor, so I guess that's something.
Guieris: I don't think I met Lord Evenor. Who is he?
Coifárë: The heir to Therma Alba? White hair, clothes adorably out of style? Pretty, perhaps a bit doe-eyed?
Coifárë: Maybe you didn't notice him, occupied with Lady Feigrsteinn as you were.
Guieris: I cant help it if I have an eye for the ladies.
Coifárë: And they seemed to have an I for you, I think.
Guieris: He seems to have made an impression on Stillmarch. I've been invited out for drinks with the two of them.
Narrator: (eye*)
Coifárë: Oh? That's good. Stillmarch seems like he could use a drink with friends right now, and Lord Evenor, well, seems like he could use a friend.
Guieris: The Marquess is lucky that he has the stature to break my lockdown.
Coifárë: A benefit of highly-placed friends, to be sure.
Guieris: It will be good to catch up with him in a more amicable setting. The masquerade was not what he was in the mood for.
Coifárë: says with a smirk.
Coifárë: Not particularly, no. I wonder if he was commanded to attend.
Guieris: pressured maybe? I know the feeling.
Guieris: I'm pondering how I should play this... when we were out before, things could get... raucous... but that was with other company
Guieris: frowns
Coifárë: You said you're just meeting up at the club?
Guieris: where one starts the evening does not mean that is where you end it... you of all people know this.
Coifárë: grins at that.
Guieris: I want to push him to have fun, if it will help... I just dont know how far I should.
Coifárë: Well, there are a number of events this evening that could be worthwhile, across the spectrum from sedate to raucous. You could suggest and see what piques your companions' interest.
Guieris: That would be the most diplomatic way to do things, I guess.
Guieris: I'm sure Ill figure it out.
Guieris: What will you be doing this evening?
Coifárë: That is a good question. I have a friend singing in Sinomë at the Hiskaran. I'll probably go see her and...see where the evening takes me.
Guieris: Well, this is the invitation.
Guieris: shows Coifare
Guieris: There is little I can do about one such as yourself happening to be at the same place, is there.
Guieris: But I leave that choice up to you. I do know another friendly face would not bother myself in the least.
Coifárë: takes a sip of their tea and ponders.
Guieris: I must be off though... My leash is limiting, and if I plan on stretching it tonight, I cannot have it chafing already.
Guieris: Until I see you again.
Coifárë: takes a second to look up, smile, and nod.
A Night On The Town
Stillmarch: will be at the club a little in advance of when he is expecting Nik and Gueiris so he can comandee a slightly quieter place for them all.
Stillmarch: will let the staff know to direct them to him, and also order a coffee >.>
Nik: will arrive and get directed to your table. He is looking around curiously at everything.
Nik: Ah, good evening, Lord Stillmarch! How are you doing?
Stillmarch: stands and smiles
Stillmarch: Evenor - so good to see you.
Stillmarch: Lord Kyrnon should be joining us soon
Nik: Wonderful, glad to hear it! What do you recommend to order here?
Stillmarch: What are you looking for? the bar is quite extensive and the chef's are excellent.
Nik: Oh... maybe... some sort of alcohol?
Nik: says a bit bravely
Stillmarch: smiles.
Stillmarch: They have a number of Thantopolitan wines if you are interested in something more familiar... Highmark is known for its rice beer, which can be quite refreshing
Nik: I will try a rice beer, then - I have had enough of familiar things and want to try something new 🙂
Stillmarch: I suspected as much. Any of the ones they have on tap should be good.
Nik: Thank you. Your guidance is much appreciated.
Guieris: arrives at the quiet table, directed by the staff, a bottle in hand
Guieris: Marquess. Lord Evenor I assume?
Nik: Indeed. You must be Lord Kyrnon? It's a pleasure to meet you!
Stillmarch: Kyrnon - yes, please join us
Guieris: Of course.
Guieris: Look what I have. A bottle of the finest Mythragal brandy. Should I call for some glasses?
Stillmarch: does seem pretty drawn still, but grins
Stillmarch: Well there you have it, Evenor. Yes, some glasses
Nik: Oh, that sounds good 🙂
Stillmarch: we were just discussing drinks, so your timing is impeccable
Guieris: that's great... this stuff is best served chilled.
Guieris: rubs his hands together and mutters a quick phrase under his breath
Guieris: touches the bottle and frost coats it
Nik: ooh!
Guieris: Thats a one time thing... dont expect it for every drink.
Guieris: snatches glasses from the server and pours for the group
Stillmarch: So, Kyrnon, Lord Evenor is an old friend I have kept up a correspondence with for the past few years, who has come to Highmark for the first time this season. And Lord Kyrnon is a friend from my Academy days. His family's work often brought him to Mythragal.
Stillmarch: will take a glass
Guieris: offers one to Nik
Guieris: Glad to meet you.
Nik: accepts it gratefully
Nik: And you as well, sir. Thank you for this!
Stillmarch: I promised him some introductions - and I thought your brad experience of the world may be of interest, as he has been quite sheltered from it.
Nik: takes a sip and coughs slightly
Guieris: Coming to Highmark for the season is a big step. What finally brought you out, and why have you been 'sheltered' as our friend said you were?
Guieris: sips his brandy
Nik: Well, I was rather sickly in my youth, and my parents did not allow me to partake of many activities such as one might expect for a young man. I think now they are endeavouring to make up for that lack.
Guieris: Was this your first stop, or did your folks push you off the cliff to see if you could flap?
Nik: chuckles slightly at that
Nik: This is the first place I've been, other than our family estate. Well, I guess I was in Thantopolis but only for a day or so.
Guieris: You can barely trip over a skeleton in Thantopolis in a single day. Well you've picked a good place to start.
Stillmarch: smiles at that
Guieris: You're happy he's here, right Stillmarch?
Stillmarch: Yes, quite so. It had been several years, as I said, but I was glad to recognize him at the ball
Stillmarch: I said I would be happy to show him the city, to the extent that I am qualified to do so
Nik: Much more qualified than I am, to be sure!
Nik: So far I have seen some of the shops, and the park that overlooks the lower part of the hill, and Lord Callais' mansion of course. And Hersir Feigrsteinn's house, though that was due to her invitation rather than your guidance 🙂
Guieris: Hersir Feigresteinn's house? So is that you that I heard about with Katherina?
Nik: Oh, what did you hear?
Nik: sips his drink as we talk
Stillmarch: raises his eyebrows in curiousity
Guieris: Just that there was someone new in Highmark, a young gentleman that had interests in her.
Guieris: I wouldnt have even made the connection until you mentioned visiting.
Nik: In truth I am more well acquainted with her elder sister, but I did speak with her at the party.
Stillmarch: How do you know her?
Guieris: So you've met Lavinia as well?
Nik: Well, I met her because she visited my family's hot springs a little while back, and then I continued to correspond with her.
Stillmarch: looks at Gueiris with a mildly shocked expression
Guieris: remains stoic
Nik: She was kind enough to invite me for tea at her family's house.
Nik: And you must know her better than I do, I trust, if you are on first name terms with her!
Guieris: Its good that you know them. They are very good people.
Stillmarch: Apparently so. I'm glad to hear you have had some occasion to meet some other acquaintances in town, though.
Stillmarch: We shall work expand your circle further.
Guieris: swirls his drink and takes a sip
Nik: Yes, I was rather worried that I wouldn't know anyone, but fortunately it's proven not to be the case. And it's been easy enough to make new acquaintances as well 🙂
Nik: says with a friendly smile and another sip of his drink
Guieris: Yes, we do need to discuss the plans for this evening. Is it going to be sipping brandy and smoking pipes over good conversation, or are we planning to broaden the experience?
Nik: Well, I don't have a pipe, so I think... other options may be best?
Stillmarch: I had not set a firm agenda...
Nik: What would you suggest, gentlemen? I defer to your greater experience 🙂
Stillmarch: well, perhaps not anything too overwhelming...
Guieris: The first step in any such journey is refilling of the glasses.
Guieris: will pick up the bottle to pour
Nik: thank you, sir
Stillmarch: lamont's drink is really barely touched so... not much to refill >.>
Stillmarch: Yes, thank you
Stillmarch: Before we get lost in the evening and forget however..
Stillmarch: Kyrnon, does your family have a training yard in the city?
Guieris: Well Highmark isnt as exotic as the edges of Aethrennari, but I'm sure there is some entertainment we can find.
Guieris: Well the Kyrnon's have a small one. Maranue have several larger. What are you looking for?
Stillmarch: Honestly - motivation, above anything else, and the company to provide it. I feel the lack of regular exercise since the start of my leave, but I also find it difficult to et myself to it under solely my own direction...
Nik: What sort of exercise?
Guieris: You had but ask. I can get you out with plenty of opportunity to practice your skills.
Coifárë: What sorts of skills are we practicing, gentlemen?
Stillmarch: I-
Coifárë: says playfully, walking up.
Stillmarch: turns to look at them
Coifárë: Marquess Stillmarch, Lord Evenor, Lord Kyrnon, sorry to interrupt.
Stillmarch: Colmacil. Good evening...
Nik: Oh, good evening! What a pleasure to see you here 🙂
Guieris: Its an unexpected surprise
Stillmarch: looks between the two of them
Coifárë: (to Nik) And you as well. What brings you all out this evening?
Guieris: Martial skills, is the answer to everyone's previous question.
Nik: Well, I think they hoped to show me a good time 🙂
Stillmarch: gestures for them to join us
Nik: says very sweetly
Coifárë: I don't want to impose...
Coifárë: Though I'm sure I could assist them in their efforts to show you a good time.
Nik: Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't be!
Nik: is blithely ignorant of (or else deliberately ignoring) any weird vibes
Coifárë: (to Gueiris) What's prompting the practicing of martial skills? I have heard we might get further involved in Moro...
Stillmarch: no... Lord Kyrnon was just refilling our glasses.... I'm sure another can be easily procured.
Guieris: It seems a fourth was accidentally left behind.
Nik: Excuse me for a moment - I will be back shortly.
Guieris: passes the filled glass to Coifare
Coifárë: How serendipitous.
Coifárë: takes a sip and nods appreciatively.
Guieris: No nothing to do with Moro... Lord Stillmarch is looking to hone his skills, and I was offering aid.
Coifárë: That Manziat reserve you like?
Coifárë: says, re: the brandy.
Coifárë: (to Lamont) Have you been kept so idle in Highmark as to rust?
Stillmarch: Idle enough.
Guieris: It's no issue at all. He'll be back up to standard in no time.
Coifárë: I've no doubt.
Coifárë: So, what are your plans to entertain Lord Evenor this evening?
Stillmarch: We were just discussing such...
Stillmarch: He's not been out much, but is quite game
Guieris: which leaves it quite open.
Stillmarch: says, trying to muster some energy of his own
Guieris: Is there something you are interested in?
Coifárë: I had been thinking of attending the opera, and I'm fairly certain my family's box has empty seats if you'd like to accompany me. Truthfully, though, as good as I'm sure it will be, it's the gatherings afterwards that are drawing me.
Guieris: The opera?
Guieris: looks at Coifare
Stillmarch: I'm not sure I'm quite dressed for it...
Coifárë: Well, I suppose we could skip and just attend the afterparty. Less stringent dress code, of course.
Nik: returns to the table
Nik: What did I miss? 😄
Coifárë: We were just discussing our various plans for the evening.
Stillmarch: nods
Nik: I see - and had any conclusions been reached?
Guieris: None so far
Guieris: Although an opera after party was suggested.
Guieris: Which does have the advantage of appreciating the vocalists in a more personalized setting.
Nik: That sounds like it would be fun 🙂
Stillmarch: very well, then
Coifárë: A few more drinks then, gentlemen? A game of billiards, perhaps? We have some time yet to kill.
Stillmarch: looks to Nik
Stillmarch: Do you know the game?
Guieris: Sounds like you want to measure our stick game before the party... far be it from me to deny you.
Stillmarch: -_-
Guieris: Yes Lord Evenor, have you played?
Stillmarch: I never did learn how the two of you are aquainted...
Stillmarch: says, looking between Coifare and Gueiris
Nik: I haven't played before, no. I would be glad to receive your instruction 🙂
Coifárë: I've known Kyrnon since he was...what? Thirteen or something like that.
Coifárë: (to Nik) I'm sure we can teach you a few things.
Guieris: More like 15, but close enough.
Guieris: I'm sure I acted like I was 13, back then
Coifárë: His family did some work for mine, helping out with bandits. Standard work for them, of course, but it meant we got to know each other pretty well. Kyrnon is the younger brother I never asked for. 😉
Stillmarch: Ahh, interesting. I should never be surprised to learn either of you already know someone of my acquaintance...
Guieris: We've both been through a bit already.
Stillmarch: Same as with gerry, really...
Coifárë: frowns with concern at Lamont for a moment.
Coifárë: Well, we run in surprisingly small circles, really.
Coifárë: Shall we adjourn for a game?
Stillmarch: nods
Nik: will toss back the rest of his drink so we can move to the billiard table
Stillmarch: 's eye go slightly wide at that
Coifárë: smiles at that.
Guieris: Lets go Lord Evenor, I'll teach you to break the right way.
Nik: I look forward to it!
Stillmarch: ---------- Stillmarch: will try and signal Coifare that he would like to talk to them, and see if they follow up, like "oh I just need to go catch some air" meaningful look
Coifárë: will do so, heading out to a balcony overlooking the harbor.
Stillmarch: is leaning against the railing and looks over as they step out.
Stillmarch: ...Thank you.
Coifárë: Hmm?
Coifárë: will step over to lean on the railing as well, looking out over the city and harbor, studiously none too close to Lamont.
Stillmarch: Well. I know I have been very rude. I would not have blamed you if you didn't want to speak with me.... Though you did come out tonight so I though there could be a shot.
Stillmarch: has still be pretty quiet and withdrawn this evening, though trying to make a good show and certainly less overwhelmed than at the masquerade
Coifárë: I can't say I wasn't...annoyed, perhaps, but you certainly deserve some leeway, all things considered. I was most just...concerned.
Coifárë: I may have forgotten the extent to which large groups can be difficult, at the best of times.
Stillmarch: nods
Stillmarch: I keep thinking about how different everything was when I mat you... and the extent to which I may have given you a false impression, of myself, or my life... I didn't intent to mislead you.
Coifárë: It was a different time, and, in many ways, you were a different person then. Grief changes people.
Coifárë: I don't want you to think I'm expecting you to be someone you're not.
Coifárë: I'm just trying to be a friend to the person you are. Please don't take this the wrong way, but you seem like you could use one.
Stillmarch: looks back out over the harbour
Stillmarch: I don't know if I can do that.
Coifárë: I'm not sure I understand.
Stillmarch: I don't know if I do either.
Stillmarch: Gerry was my closest friend...
Stillmarch: and you're right - it has been so hard to lose him.
Stillmarch: And I know.... it wasn't.... It wasn't me. I didn't kill him. But I also know that I bear some of that.
Stillmarch: he still died because of me.
Coifárë: How do you mean?
Stillmarch: shakes his head and takes a deep breath to steady himself
Stillmarch: For one thing - it was meant to be my patrol.
Coifárë: bites back a response, trying to just listen.
Stillmarch: I didn't think I could manage... Everything already seemed unbearable. Just the stress...
Stillmarch: shakes his head again.
Stillmarch: It doesn't matter. I just mean... I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to burden you with...anything you are not willing to bear. Nor do I think I could bear it if I should lose another friend
Coifárë: That is...considerate of you, but perhaps you should give me the opportunity. Whatever your burden, I worry bearing its weight alone is neither feasible nor necessary.
Coifárë: I should hate to lose a friend as well, and I am largely unburdened. What is the saying? A problem shared is a problem halved?
Stillmarch: I fear the math off in this case.
Coifárë: How so?
Stillmarch: doubled perhaps...
Stillmarch: looks over at them
Stillmarch: How can you remain unburdened and care so for all your friends?
Coifárë: I don't consider my friends burdens.
Coifárë: shrugs.
Coifárë: I...have little enough to worry about myself. I can spare some worry for others.
Stillmarch: I dnt want to be a source of concern for you. How do I fix fix that?
Coifárë: Well, things like this are somewhat reassuring.
Coifárë: You seem to have managed at least something of a good time this evening.
Stillmarch: I'm trying.
Coifárë: I mean, it's also okay to be sad or upset.
Coifárë: No one is happy all the time.
Coifárë: But, at the masquerade, you looked...I don't know. Injured?
Coifárë: Hurting in a manner that was concerning.
Stillmarch: it was just a headache
Coifárë: And I would hate to see someone I care about like that if there was anything I could do to help.
Coifárë: gives you a "Sure, Jan" look.
Coifárë: I hope it wasn't too strange for you that Gueiris and I know each other. It seemed to put you a little out of sorts.
Stillmarch: It was just unexpected. That's all. It was a stressfull evening
Coifárë: To be sure.
Coifárë: I'm glad we got to give Evenor a night on the town. He seems nice.
Coifárë: says after a moment.
Stillmarch: He needs more friends
Coifárë: That was my impression.
Coifárë: Has he really not left his family's holdings before?
Stillmarch: No. he was very ill and hardly met anyone - that I met him at all was more chance than anything, and only because of my family's standing that he was allowed to correspond with me after that.
Coifárë: Oh, the poor man.
Coifárë: Well, he's really only missed a few seasons, and I'm sure he can make up for lost time.
Stillmarch: I believe he intends to.
Stillmarch: I've tried to encourage some moderation but...
Stillmarch: looks back towards the party
Coifárë: I'm sure the three of us can keep him out of the worst trouble.
Stillmarch: Then I believe we had best get back to work.
Nik: ---------------
Nik: (I guess this is probably a few hours later? where should we be?)
Narrator: (This is for drunk!Nik?)
Nik: (yeah)
Narrator: (Okay, double-checking. We could still be at the house party type shindig we were at, or have moved on to some other entertainment if we want to change venues)
Nik: (we can be at the opera singers' after party, that works for me 🙂
Narrator: (Okay, what're you thinking Nik's up to, and how drunk is he? 😉 )
Nik: (well, I don't think he knows how to pace himself at all so probably quite drunk. As to what he's doing, if it's someone's house he's probably trying to look through their books 😉
Coifárë: will approach Nik as he's looking through their hosts' bookshelf.
Coifárë: Anything interesting?
Nik: Oh, well, there's a few intereshing... intersting... volumes of poetry...
Nik: pulls out one of them and leafs through it
Coifárë: Oh? What sort of poetry?
Coifárë: will look over his shoulder.
Nik: 's classic Vanilorran stuff... you know. outdoorsy, nature, blah blah.
Coifárë: Not your cup of tea?
Nik: well... it just always made me sad
Nik: says a bit wistfully
Nik: there's nothing wrong with it really
Coifárë: Why sad?
Nik: b'cause... I was stuck inside.
Coifárë: Ah, right, of course. My apologies. That must have been difficult.
Nik: 'sokay. nothing to aplologise for.
Nik: it was for my own good
Coifárë: A thing can be for our own good and still be unpleasant.
Coifárë: Much as I've found there are plenty of things that may not be the best for us, but are eminently pleasant at the time.
Nik: oh... yes, those...
Nik: tries to take a drink from his glass but realizes it's empty
Coifárë: What're you drinking?
Nik: considers that question
Nik: It is... pink?
Coifárë: chuckles.
Coifárë: Care for a refill?
Nik: yes please!
Coifárë: I'll be right back.
Coifárë: takes Nik's cup and will go get him some more...wine, presumably?
Coifárë: returns shortly and offers Nik his cup back.
Nik: (yeah I assume it's some kind of rose wine or whatever 😉
Coifárë: I hope you're having a good time, at least, poetry notwithstanding.
Nik: nods
Nik: It's not what I thought it'd be like... but it's fun
Coifárë: Oh? What were you imagining?
Nik: I think I thought everything'd be more... organized. like people would all know what to do except me. but mostly they don't, so they just follow what other people are doing, or what the host says...
Coifárë: I think a good portion of an event like this is not needing to know what you're doing, so that you can do whatever you feel like.
Coifárë: gives Nik an encouraging smile.
Nik: smiles back
Nik: yeah it's good...
Coifárë: So...what do you want to do?
Nik: (sec, phone, sorry)
Narrator: (kk)
Nik: (back temporarily? I might get summoned again, but Steve is talking right now 😉
Narrator: (heh, okay)
Nik: ponders that question seriously
Nik: I want to see naked people.
Nik: says after a moment's consideration
Coifárë: cannot contain a laugh, but tries to convey they're not laughing at Nik specifically.
Coifárë: I applaud your honesty. Anyone in particular?
Nik: well it's just! I've seen ... statues and things. but it's not the same.
Nik: shakes his head
Nik: I don't think so... it's probably not polite to ask?
Nik: (now phone again, sorry)
Coifárë: Well, I'd say that rather depends upon the person and the situation.
Narrator: (kk)
Nik: well... maybe if you were very in love with the person, you could ask?
Nik: ponders
Coifárë: That is...one instance, yes.
Nik: In romance novels, anyway... either that or they accidentally stumble into someone's dressing chamber to hide and there's a dramatic misunderstanding, you know that sort of thing?
Coifárë: You're a romance novel fan?
Nik: oh, yes! although I think not enough for SOME people...
Nik: says mysteriously
Coifárë: Whatever do you mean by that, I wonder?
Nik: well! I was having tea with Hersir Feirseinn ... Feigrnstin... her. and her sister, who is quite outspoken! said that I couldn't possibly be a fan if I hadn't read At Last The Night...
Coifárë: Oh, you really should, though, if you get a chance. It's quite good. I could lend you a copy if you like.
Nik: grins
Coifárë: Not that not having read it should be held against you, of course.
Nik: oh, you think it's good?
Coifárë: It's delightful. There's a...longing to the prose that's practically infectious.
Nik: smiles more
Nik: well I'm sure you have excellent taste!
Coifárë: You're sweet to say so.
Coifárë: Speaking of tastes, you said you didn't have a specific interest regarding your previously stated desire. Do you have a general one? Men, women, otherwise, none of the above, etc.?
Nik: UMmmhmhmm.... I don't really think I have a preference? At least, I don't know of one 😮
Coifárë: smiles slyly.
Nik: But I know what men look like :p obviously :p
Coifárë: So you'd prefer to broaden your horizons a bit, then?
Nik: nods enthusiastically enough to slightly unbalance himself and need to lean against the bookshelf for support.
Narrator: cowill reach out to help steady him.v
Coifárë: will reach out to help steady him.
Narrator: (Huh, wonder why the original stayed even though the tupper did it's thing)
Nik: thanks...
Coifárë: Are you all right?
Nik: just... a little wobbly
Nik: 's fine!
Coifárë: You should take care to pace yourself.
Coifárë: will continue to support Nik for the moment.
Stillmarch: will drift over, coming ut of a conversation with some other partygoer
Nik: mmhmm... pacing.
Stillmarch: Everything alright?
Nik: 's very important
Nik: you can't have your lead couple get together in the first chapter. unless they do and then there's a big misunderstanding so they break up and then get back together at the end...
Coifárë: Someone might have had a little much to drink a little too fast, but I think we've got it under control.
Coifárë: (to Nik) Ah, you are an aficionado. (to Lamont) We were discussing romance novels earlier.
Stillmarch: Ahh.
Nik: or maybe they used to be together before the story started... but then there was an Obstacle to their love and ...
Coifárë: studiously avoids looking at Lamont for a moment.
Nik: oh Lamont! I mean Stillmarch! hello!
Nik: smiles happily and waves
Stillmarch: also studiously abvoids looking at them >.>
Stillmarch: Having a good time then?
Nik: Mmhmm!
Stillmarch: How's that wine?
Nik: but Coifárë said we could see naked people. well. maybe not exactly said that? I think?
Nik: furrows his brow adorably
Nik: it was implied
Stillmarch: Mmmm maybe not tonight
Coifárë: laughs again.
Stillmarch: I think you'd want to remember.
Stillmarch: says dryly
Stillmarch: here, trade me.
Stillmarch: offers Nik his glass
Nik: will trade
Coifárë: There is that. It would be a shame to forget.
Stillmarch: confiscates wine for now
Stillmarch: drink up and you can have the wine back
Nik: will sip the new drink
Stillmarch: (It's water.)
Nik: hrm. it's a bit watered down.
Stillmarch: yes, I know, how terrible
Coifárë: It's important to make sure you're drinking plenty of water alongside the rest. Trust me, you'll thank Stillmarch tomorrow.
Nik: uh huh
Nik: thank you Stillmarch :3
Stillmarch: You're welcome Evenor...
Stillmarch: smiles slightly
Coifárë: See? Perfectly under control.
Nik: you all take... slight sniffle such good care of me
Coifárë: Well, what are friends for?
Stillmarch: We just want you to have a good time
Coifárë: will give Nik a side-hug from where they were supporting him.
Stillmarch: ...and not regret it too much >.>
Nik: 'm not gonna regret it! I promise!
Stillmarch: Well then - drink your water.
Nik: does as he's told
Stillmarch: Very good.
Stillmarch: will trade him back
Nik: ooh 😄
Nik: why would I regret it tomorrow though?
Coifárë: Right. Do you know what a hangover is?
Stillmarch: winces slightly
Nik: like... hanging over something?
Coifárë: Not...exactly.
Stillmarch: it's when the effects of too much alcohol hangs over the next day..
Coifárë: nods to Lamont.
Nik: oooooh
Coifárë: Drinking water helps, hence...
Coifárë: points to the cup Lamont is holding.
Stillmarch: Let us know if you feel ill, also...
Coifárë: Otherwise you'd be in for a bad time when you wake up tomorrow. Headache, nausea, all that.
Nik: oh, I see....
Nik: that sounds bad
Coifárë: It's manageable. The price of a good time, on occasion.
Stillmarch: Something of a rite of passage, really
Coifárë: Though there's other things you can partake in that aren't so bad in that regard, of course.
Nik: like what?
Coifárë: And none of it is intrinsically necessary for a good time.
Coifárë: Various herbs and such. Might be best to stick with what you're drinking, though. Mixing can be unpredictable.
Nik: nods
Nik: I don't want things to be unprec... unpredictable.
Stillmarch: also nods
Nik: maybe I can take things easy tomorrow...
Coifárë: Did you have anything planned for tomorrow?
Nik: uhmm... not sure?
Stillmarch: A vigorous ride through the countryside followed by a private orchestral performance, perhaps?
Nik: laughs at that
Coifárë: chuckles.
Nik: I've never even been riding, I wouldn't know what to do.
Coifárë: Well, once you get started, instinct tends to take over. 😉
Stillmarch: looks too shocked to process the innuendo, really
Stillmarch: what never?
Nik: oh, that's a relief! If I do get invited to go riding I wouldn't want to make a mess of things.
Nik: shakes his head
Coifárë: manages not to laugh at that.
Stillmarch: catches up and gives them a look, then refocuses on Nik
Stillmarch: Well we will have to fix that
Nik: no... because of my health, all that... I think they thought the ... horse fur? or straw, or whatever? would make my breathing bad.
Coifárë: Would it be terribly impolite to ask when your mark manifested?
Nik: oh, a few months ago?
Nik: thinks back
Nik: yes I guess about three or four months ago now.
Coifárë: Oh, so recent. You haven't had the opportunity to try nearly anything.
Nik: it took some convincing my parents that I was well enough to come on this trip!
Stillmarch: I'm glad you did
Coifárë: Well, luckily for us you proved persuasive.
Nik: I think it was my father's doing really. He said I need to ... to get out in the world and see things, not just read books all the time.
Coifárë: I'm sure the season will afford you the opportunity to see all kinds of things.
Nik: I hope so! I've already seen some things, but there's so much more...
Nik: says, wideeyed
Coifárë: On that note, if you'll excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.
Coifárë: will take their leave to go talk to their host for a bit.
Stillmarch: nods to them
Stillmarch: Leid
Narrator: (not at all conspiring so that Nik can see a naked person, I'm sure >.> )
Coifárë: Your grace, my lord.
Nik: oh, uh, of course!
Nik: whispers to Lamont "did I offend them?"
Stillmarch: No, not at all. Inspired perhaps...
Nik: oooh, all right
Stillmarch: sighs quietly to himself hoping this isn't too far beyond what your father might have had in mind >.>
Nik: when you said 'fix that' did you mean we can go riding sometime?
Nik: asks hopefully/nervously
Stillmarch: I insist that we shall.
Nik: nods, smiling
Stillmarch: But not tomorrow.
Nik: no... well... that's probably wise
Nik: do you have an extra horse I can use? do I have to make friends with the horse first and feed it an apple? do you think I need to put my hair in a braid?
Stillmarch: smiles
Stillmarch: I'll find a horse, and you can certainly give it an apple.
Nik: seems pleased at that
Stillmarch: I'm not qualified to advise on your hair though, I'm afraid.
Nik: well... I don't think I would go very fast.
Nik: but maybe that's more up to the horse than to me
Nik: idly plays with his hair
Stillmarch: A bit of both, but we can take things slow
Nik: nods
Nik: it sounds exciting 😄
Stillmarch: Well, it will be a chance to see more of the countryside, at least
Nik: uh huh
Nik: I think ... I need to sit down for a little bit.
Nik: sounds a little woozy
Stillmarch: here
Stillmarch: will steer you over somewhere you can sit down
Nik: takes a seat on a divan
Nik: thanks...
Stillmarch: Do you need more water? Some fresh air perhaps?
Nik: ummm... maybe?
Stillmarch: well, let's just sit fir a moment first, and then maybe a spell out on the balcony.
Stillmarch: will sit with Nik
Nik: sprawls over a bit, resting his head on the arm of the couch.
Coifárë: will return with an entirely different drink than before.
Coifárë: Oh, are we feeling all right, gentlemen?
Nik: mm... a lil bit sleepy...
Coifárë: Ah, of course. I suppose it is a bit late at that. Perhaps it's time to be thinking about heading homeways?
Nik: tries to bestir himself and sit up again, but kind of flops over onto Lamont instead
Stillmarch: What do you think, Nik, should I send for the carriage? Or do you want to see if some air might refresh you?
Stillmarch: oh...
Nik: mmfine.... yeah.
Stillmarch: pet's his arm
Nik: is basically half-passed out at this point
Stillmarch: well I suppose that's fair..
Coifárë: smiles at the two of them.
Coifárë: I can leave you two be, of course. I'd hate to intrude. 😉
Stillmarch: -_-
Coifárë: gives Lamont a look that is the soul of innocence.
Stillmarch: If it's not too much trouble, can you help me rouse him enough to take some air? And then I shoudl call for the carriage, I think
Coifárë: takes pity and nods. They'll move over to gently jostle Nik's shoulder.
Nik: hmmff.
Coifárë: (quietly) Lord Evenor? Would you care for some air?
Nik: uh huh...
Stillmarch: Up you get....
Stillmarch: will try and help him up, taking him by the arm
Coifárë: Okay, why don't we try sitting up, and, here, you can lean on us...
Nik: leans on you both - fortunately he's not very heavy and easily manipulated ;)
Coifárë: will help get Nik out to a balcony for some air.
Nik: rouses a bit in the cooler air
Stillmarch: is that a bit better?
Nik: oh... sorry
Coifárë: Nothing to apologize for.
Coifárë: How are you feeling?
Nik: everything's spinny...
Coifárë: That should pass, one way or another.
Stillmarch: yes, you can just lean on us, or the railing
Nik: that's good... this is good.
Nik: pats your shoulders clumsily
Coifárë: Maybe next time we take our time with the drinks, hmm?
Coifárë: Lets you enjoy more of the evening. Also remember it.
Stillmarch: he's not going to remember your advice, either
Nik: giggles at that
Stillmarch: Evenor, do you want to go home?
Nik: but.. I didn't see naked people 🥺
Stillmarch: pats your shoulder
Stillmarch: there will be other nights
Coifárë: Evenor, I promise you, we will make sure you get the opportunity.
Nik: okay... 'f you shay sho.
Nik: you promised. 'm not gonna forget.
Nik: says, probably going to forget
Coifárë: Oh, I seriously doubt that, but I'll remember.
Coifárë: (to Lamont) Should we send for a carriage, then?
Stillmarch: yes, I'll arrange it if you can take care of him for a moment
Coifárë: I think we'll manage. 🙂
Nik: can lean alternately against Coifárë and the balcony pillars
Coifárë: can probably support him fine. They're maybe not quite so elduar thin as Nik.
Nik: it's funny... Lamont fell asleep on me an' then I fell asleep on him. an' you. 's okay though.
Coifárë: Perfectly fine, and significantly less insulting in this context.
Nik: did you know he smells nice? he smells nice.
Nik: you smell nice too, I mean...
Coifárë: You're very sweet to say so.
Nik: I don't wanna be rude
Coifárë: laughs pleasantly.
Coifárë: I think you'll find I have a higher tolerance for such things than most, but you're far from being rude.
Coifárë: Perhaps under other circumstances I would elaborate, but I think you're in no condition for such.
Coifárë: Still, you're doing just fine. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
Nik: oh yes
Nik: it's all so .... so...
Nik: goes (more) pale and launches himself forward to hurl over the balcony
Coifárë: makes sure to hold his hair back and rubs his shoulders comfortingly.
Nik: ugh...
Coifárë: Happens to the best of us, I'm afraid.
Coifárë: Just...ride it out. We'll get you some more water before you head out.
Nik: uh huh...
Coifárë: glances over the balcony to make sure he didn't hit any passersby.
Guieris: finally escapes from conversations he wish he wasn't having
Guieris: Gah... I didn't think he would ever let me get away...
Guieris: I guess I missed quite a bit
Coifárë: Just feeling a bit under the weather, or under the table perhaps.
Coifárë: I don't suppose you could fetch some water for our friend here, could you?
Guieris: Yeah, I can wave some down.
Guieris: does so
Guieris: What were the chances THE Lord Maranue was here... and he heard about the incident...
Coifárë: Oh gods!
Coifárë: How did he end up...?
Coifárë: shakes their head.
Coifárë: How much trouble are you in?
Coifárë: (to Nik) Take small sips.
Nik: does as he's told
Coifárë: will use prestidigitation to clean Nik up as necessary.
Guieris: It's not as bad as it could have been... I was just stuck listening to him advise me on when one should use their more physical interventions and when one should be more diplomatic.
Coifárë: Well, the other party to your intervention didn't seem particularly upset with its physical nature.
Guieris: Did you talk to her?
Coifárë: I went to one of her lectures yesterday.
Guieris: I hope it went better than her more public events
Guieris: How is Stillmarch holding up?
Guieris: You're gonna be fine Evenor.
Nik: I feel ... a little better...
Nik: says faintly
Coifárë: He seems to be doing a bit better. He went to go get a carriage to take Evenor home. Presumably himself as well.
Coifárë: (to Nik) That's good. I'm sure Stillmarch will be back soon.
Guieris: I feel like quite the ass for being cornered like that and ignoring everyone.
Stillmarch: will step out onto the balcony
Stillmarch: Oh, there you are Kyrnon
Coifárë: It's not a society party, so I don't think anyone will be too perturbed. I'm still flabbergasted that Duke Maranue is here.
Stillmarch: I'm afraid I've just arranged to take Evenor home...
Stillmarch: Oh that was him, hmm.
Coifárë: (to Nik) Are you feeling well enough to walk down to the carriage?
Nik: I think so...
Coifárë: (to Lamont) Yes, bit of a bad stomach, but I think we're okay now.
Coifárë: Shall we, then?
Coifárë: will continue to help support Nik as they make their way through the party and down to the street.
Guieris: helps clear the path
Nik: wanders a bit but can be steered in the right direction
Stillmarch: will also help support Nik
Stillmarch: I think I can probably handle him from here....
]Stillmarch: Thank you, both, for coming out tonight
Coifárë: And you as well. It was nice to spend time with the both of you.
Guieris: Thank you for inviting us. Are you certain you can manage? Glad to help if I can.
Stillmarch: I've wrangled bigger drunks >.>
Stillmarch: you may recall >.>
Coifárë: laughs.
Guieris: nods
Coifárë: Have a good rest of your evening.
Coifárë: As a small consolation...
Coifárë: will lean over to give Nik a kiss on the cheek.
Coifárë: Be good, boys. Good night!
Guieris: Yes take care!
Nik: smiles adorably and a bit woozily
Nik: gnight!
Coifárë: heads back into the party.
Guieris: does so as well
Stillmarch: will take Nik home, then
Victorina Meets with Chitara
Victorina: Victorina will show up at Chitara's doorstep right onw time, her arms full of papers and notebooks.
Chitara: Victorina is shown into the parlor to join Chitara for tea. Chitara herself is sat comfortably on a chaise but hops up delightedly. "Victorina, it's good to see you!"
Victorina: Victorina smiles and settles her papers before reaching out and clasping her hostess's hands. "It's good to see you too, Chitara."
Chitara: She clasps her hands with a smile. "Looks like you came prepared, too. Lets get situated, get you a cup of tea, and get started?"
Victorina: "Sounds good."
Chitara: Chitara waves in a maid to bring snacks and shifts a table in between their two chairs they can use for the papers. "So, how have you been since your spectacular exit at the masque?"
Victorina: "Oh not so bad. I've conducted some more protests and other public outings. Attendance hasn't been the best but I refuse to give up."
Victorina: "And how have you been?"
Chitara: She grins. "I'll have to try to get to the next one, I haven't gotten to hear you speak yet. I've been alright. Still settling in more than anything."
Victorina: "Well maybe we can schedule something."
Victorina: She'll spend the entire visit chatting and brainstorming with Chitara about different events they could do to help promote Ebenmar as a Confederacy city-state.
Victorina: At the end of the delicious tea, Victorina shuffles through her papers and hands a couple to Chitara. "I'm having some trouble coming up the next pamphlet. May I leave what I've gotten down with you? You can read it over and write down your own ideas. You can return it at my next speech."
Chitara: "Oh, I'm not much of a writer, but I'll look it over, sure."
Coifárë and Chitara Visit a Book Shop
Coifárë: will call upon the Kituss household around one in the afternoon, handing their card to the butler and waiting patiently to be received.
Chitara: Coifare will only be kept waiting for a few minutes before Chitara makes their appearance in another gender bending outfit
Chitara: Hello again, it's lovely to see you. How have you been?
Coifárë: Well enough. Yourself?
Coifárë: will present Chitara with an Aethrennari orchid in a nice glass vase.
Coifárë: I thought you might like to further acquaint yourself with our local flora, given your spectacular outfit at the masquerade.
Chitara: takes it with clear delight
Oh, this is beautiful, thank you! I do adore flowers. And this is a beautiful orchid.
Coifárë: I'm glad you approve, and I'll be sure to file that away for future reference. If you're ready, your chariot awaits.
Chitara: hands the vase off to a maid a bit regretfully
I am indeed. Books and flowers are absolutely the way to my heart, you're doing great.
winks
Coifárë: smiles.
Coifárë: offers their arm.
Chitara: takes it happily
Lead the way
Coifárë: will lead Chitara out to where their buggy is waiting. It's of Aethrennari design, with carved flowers decorating much of it. A single unicorn stands patiently waiting for his passengers.
Coifárë: will help Chitara up into the vehicle.
Chitara: tries not to get too distracted by the unicorn, though she is clearly fascinated by them
Is this a Highmark fashion I didn't notice?
clearly joking
Coifárë: More an Aethrennari one, truth be told. Have to uphold the honor of the royal house of Faerie.
Coifárë: (to the unicorn) Whenever you're ready, Arrocco.
Narrator: "Very good, my leid," he replies, and the buggy smoothly glides into motion.
Coifárë: So, you've had a little more time in our fair city since last I saw you. How are you finding it?
Chitara: clearly delighted by all of this
I've been enjoying it so far. It's somehow less foreign than I'd expected it to be.
Coifárë: Oh? Enough of the comforts of home?
Chitara: Yes, it turns out that one city is much the same as another. It's merely been a manner of finding things like bookshops and cafes. Though the weather is taking some getting used to
Coifárë: nods.
Coifárë: We don't have anything near to a Highmark winter where I'm from, either. Spring is pleasant enough, though.
Chitara: Oh, what is it like where you're from? I've never been to this continent before, I don't have much of a frame of reference
Coifárë: Vilyawen is subtropical alpine rainforest. Pretty mild compared to Highmark, certainly. And Aethrennar is even further south, more inland and at lower elevation.
Chitara: Oh, I bet that rainforest is beautiful. Rainforests are the most beautiful places I've ever been.
Coifárë: I'd say it's the most beautiful place in the Confederacy, though I confess to some bias. I've heard wonderful things about Ebemar's lands as well.
Chitara: Well, I might have to visit someday, then. I love to paint in beautiful places.
Coifárë: You'd be welcome any time. I didn't realize you shared another of my passions. We should make an outing to go paint sometime.
Chitara: Oh, I didn't know you paint! I would be delighted to paint with you- perhaps you can show me a good place for it, since you know the town a bit better?
Coifárë: I suppose it depends upon your preference of subjects.
Chitara: I tend to work with landscapes or plants, they tend to stay still better than any other subjects with a cheeky grin
Coifárë: Sometimes dealing with a rowdy subject is its own entertainment.
Coifárë: Though admittedly less likely to produce a finished painting.
Coifárë: Parliament Park has excellent views, though you should take the time to visit some of the outlying towns and villages at the edge of the Highmark stable zone. Some fascinating plant life, and the locomotive ride is worth it alone.
Chitara: Oh, that does sound interesting! I've actually never painted outside of a stable zone, but it does sound fascinating
Coifárë: Not the adventuring type? 😉
Chitara: Well, it's less that I didn't want to and more that no one was willing to accompany me out there to paint. Not very fond of 'roughing it', my family.
Coifárë: Well, hopefully Nerathi hospitality can afford you some opportunity. I'm sure there will be a few country estate events over the course of the season and, failing that, perhaps we can just make a go of 'roughing it' ourselves.
Chitara: I'm certain I can manage it while here, and I would be delighted if it were in your company.
Coifárë: smiles at that.
Coifárë: So, what are you looking for at Keerk's? (the bookstore you're headed to)
Chitara: I'm not sure yet. Something local. A book I couldn't get back home. Isn't that always the best thing when visiting a bookshop in a new place?
Coifárë: How right you are, and I'm sure Keerk's won't disappoint.
Narrator: (Presumably they can spend the ride chatting, and Arrocco knows the way.)
Chitara: (yeah, I'm sure that was plenty of conversation to get there)
Narrator: Keerk's Booksellers is a small, out of the way shop in the middle class neighborhood of Magerun. A small, simple placard hangs over the nondescript door, though you can see a faint warding sigil of some kind carved into the wood.
Coifárë: will offer Chitara a hand down from the buggy, then hold the door open for them.
Chitara: will accept the help in a vaguely flirty way
I like the look of the place already.
Coifárë: It's nice to find little out of the way places, I think.
Narrator: The interior is filled with crowded bookshelves, their contents nevertheless meticulously catalogued and organized.
Narrator: An elderly kobold approaches, dressed in a well-tailored suit with a pair of pince-nez perched on the end of his snout.
Narrator: "Ah, my leids, may I help you find anything today?"
Coifárë: Mister Keerk, good to see you. I was just bringing my friend Leid Kituss here to peruse your fine selection.
Chitara: It is a delight to meet you, and to see your wonderful shop.
Narrator: "I thank you for the compliment, and likewise, of course. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
Rosalie and Sebastien Come To an Agreement
Rosalie: sits in the parlour, reading a book
Sebastien: comes in to the room looking around
Sebastien: Rosie have you seen my watch? I set it down earlier but Now I want it before I head out and I can't recall where i was....
Rosalie: looks up
Rosalie: Head out?
Sebastien: Yes, you know I heard there' starting a new horse at the track this afternoon! Wouldn't want to miss it!
Rosalie: smiles faintly and shakes her head
Rosalie: We'll, you're going to have to this once. We are promised to tea with the Marquess this afternoon.
Sebastien: Oh - is that today? Goodness!
Sebastien: I should really keep an agenda - of course I know you'll always set me straight
Rosalie: sighs lightly and returns to her book
Rosalie: Yes, of course. And your watch is on my desk in the library.
Sebastien: Oh wonderful. Now Rosie, about this gentleman - you know he's on the market. Nice young man, good at cards...
Rosalie: Is he? says distractedly, flipping a page
Sebastien: Oh yes! A bit young for it I think but he is your age, very good family - excellent connections, the Machels, Military career, handsome... what's not to like? I just think you should be keeping an open mind. I can't take care of you forever you know!
Rosalie: nearly drops her book in disbelief
Rosalie: I...I'm sorry, what?
Sebastien: Don't be sorry, my dear - he would be an excellent match, and I think you should consider it. Well, you did invite him, after all.
Rosalie: looks frustrated and still somewhat in disbelief
Rosalie: Just... I invited him to thank him, and so that we might have more....appropriate friends.
Sebastien: well exactly - he is very appropriate
Rosalie: Yes, as a friend to you.
Sebastien: Well that's what makes him a perfect match for you!
Rosalie: Please, Seb, don't...don't bring up the idea of a courtship in front of him. It might make him uncomfortable!
Rosalie: mumbles
Rosalie: Not to mention, me.
Sebastien: Well not directly of course... You have to come at these things a bit sideways so as not to spook them off. Or so I'm told anyway :D
Rosalie: looks mildly horrified
Rosalie: Seb, have you....have you already mentioned this to him?
Sebastien: Oh is he so terrible? he hasn't insulted you or anything has he?
Sebastien: Oh no! Of course not!...I don't think so....
Rosalie: closes her eyes as if in pain and rubs her forehead
Rosalie: Sebastien, I am stealing all of your gambling money for the next week
Sebastien: Oh? well, then I'll just have to win some more :D Maybe the Marquess will help me out. I'm sure we could make a killing together at whist...
Rosalie: And I will personally march myself to the local establishments and have you barred.
Sebastien: Barred? Barred? Rosie you're not serious.
Sebastien: waves a hand, deciding you cannot actually be serious
Rosalie: smacks her book on her palm
Rosalie: I am absolutely serious.
Rosalie: stands up suddenly and looks inspired
Rosalie: And I will also tell the Stable Master to hide your horse!
Sebastien: gasps
Sebastien: Rosie, please! If the topic is so offensive.... I can let it go.
Sebastien: Not a word about any courtships. but.... just, think about it? For me ;x
Rosalie: It's not offensive, it's just...you musn't be so obvious with those things.
Rosalie: softens a little
Rosalie: Brother, I can handle my own courtships. Okay?
Sebastien: Well, are you though? I just don't want you to be lonely
Rosalie: I... looks lost for a moment, then smiles slightly
Rosalie: How can I be lonely with a brother like you?
Sebastien: you deserve far better - a man who can dote on you properly, and give you a whole bushel of littles to keep you busy. They'd be adorable you know
Rosalie: blushes
Rosalie: Well that's just...oh, do go get your watch, then come back for tea. Honestly, Seb.
Rosalie: sits back down and makes an attempt to look like she's reading again
Sebastien: Oh yes! my watch! i'll do that - you're the very best, you know, Rosie
Rosalie: waves a hand distractedly
Rosalie: Yes, I know.
Rosalie: looks up
Rosalie: Do remember to come back for tea.
Lamont and Gueiris at the Training Yard
Stillmarch: will be late, but he will get there, looking tired as usual these days
Gueiris: Welcome Marquess. This may not be the most extravagant training yard, but it has all the essentials.
Stillmarch: Thank you. Honestly its the company and... motivation I need more than anything else
Gueiris: I'm curious as to why you wouldnt have your own facilities available, but I can appreciate desire for a partner to keep oneself motivated.
Stillmarch: The expectation has been that we would have access to the military yard if desired.
Gueiris: nods
Gueiris: Shall we start with a few laps around the yard to get the blood flowing?
Stillmarch: alright.
Stillmarch: does some half-hearted stretches
Gueiris: will start the run, but will let Lamont set the pace
Gueiris: I'll admit I've slacked a little the last few months. Having an extra reason to get out here is good.
Stillmarch: That was my feeling as welll... I know I'm not at my best.
Stillmarch: sill give it a reasonable effort but tires out pretty fast
Gueiris: There are worse things to put your time to when you are not at your best.
Gueiris: We can take a minute before moving on to... practice swords?
Stillmarch: /me nods, leaning against the wall to catch his breath
Stillmarch: ugh.
Gueiris: Its worse the first time getting back into things. After the third or fourth...
Stillmarch: I hope you're right
Stillmarch: If I can just... sleep a little more, that woudl help
Gueiris: Hope my oh so subtle conspiratorial actions with Coifare was not a bother the other night... it was your invite out after all.
Stillmarch: No, not at all.
Gueiris: What's keeping you up, if you dont mind my asking?
Stillmarch: shrugs, and will go find one of the training sword from the rack
Stillmarch: I don't even know where to start
Gueiris: picks his own sword out
Stillmarch: My thoughts won't stay quiet, and just drift from one thing to the next :/
Gueiris: ugh... that's rough.
Stillmarch: Mostly it's my uncle.
Stillmarch: I think your situation isn't too different than mine, is it?
Gueiris: Similar, yes. Some differences.
Gueiris: I can appreciate you feeling grinded down under someone else's control... you've been dealing with it a lot longer than me.
Gueiris: Isn't it just a waiting game for you to break free of it... a few more years?
Stillmarch: Five. or - I can get married, if there's someone he'd not be able to object to.
Gueiris: You may be in a little bit of a dark well, but there is a ladder for you... might not be the one you want, but its there.
Stillmarch: I know.
Stillmarch: But I can't see any other way out.
Stillmarch: So - pull it together, or drown
Stillmarch: slips into a fighting stance, looking a little more determined at least
Gueiris: A little grim, but effectively true
Gueiris: There is no title or wealth waiting for me. That's gone.
Stillmarch: nothing?
Stillmarch: seems a little surprised at that
Gueiris: My parents were good mercenaries, but not the best accountants, I guess... things were a little stretched in the company, and their unexpected deaths did not leave things well.
Gueiris: It was my Uncle that came in and saved thing afterward. That's one of the reasons I was adopted.
Stillmarch: nods
Stillmarch: ahh...
Gueiris: He was kind, and let me stay on for a while... I really appreciate what he did for me in doing that.
Gueiris: When my Aunt called me back to the city, since I was no longer working for the company, I had to give up my shares.
Stillmarch: did you get nothing in return for them?
Gueiris: I'm not destitute... and I know I have skills that I can survive on.
Gueiris: Its just not Highmark family wealth.
Stillmarch: well... that's something
Stillmarch: You could still marry well.... BUt I take it you're not inclined to make that your aim
Gueiris: My Aunt is looking for a well to do coupling for myself, so I can help the Kyrnon family.
Stillmarch: nods
Gueiris: I just keep thinking of my parents. They were partners. I remember the looks they had for each other. At the time, I didn't really get it... but now I do.
Stillmarch: I understand. Mine were the same... as far as I can recall.
Stillmarch: I know they pressed for the match
Gueiris: That's what I really want... but I just can't ignore Family either. My Aunt and Uncle did good for me afterwards...
Gueiris: Think fate will let both of us find those matches that will give us all that we are looking for?
Stillmarch: I can't afford to trust it.
Stillmarch: I hope its kinder to you.
Gueiris: I appreciate the sentiment. It's a whimsical wish, really.
Gueiris: To really make it happen, we'll have to work at it.
Lamont Arrives For Tea
Stillmarch: can be show in a little while afterwards then, when Sebastien has returned with his watch and is waiting with you
Rosalie: puts a bookmark in her book when his entrance is announced and smiles in greeting
Rosalie: Lord Stillmarch, hello! Thank you for coming.
Stillmarch: Of course, thank you for your invitation, my lady, your grace
Stillmarch: nods to Sebastien
Sebastien: PLeasuree is all ours, please sit down!
Stillmarch: Thank you - I have brought a small token of my gratitude for you welcome.
Stillmarch: will hand a package to Rosalie
Rosalie: accepts with surprise and a slight blush
Rosalie: Oh, you didn't have to do that, but I do thank you. Would you like me to open it now, or should I wait?
Stillmarch: Please, go ahead.
Sebastien: Oh yes, I'm curious!
Rosalie: opens the gift with some care
Stillmarch: (It looks like (and is) a jar of preserves of some kind)
Stillmarch: They are brandied cherries form my family's orchards
Rosalie: smiles
Rosalie: Oh, I do love cherries. Thank you, I shall enjoy these.
Rosalie: And I am not sharing, Seb.
Stillmarch: (they probably have a really fancy label too)
Sebastien: Oh a shame - those things are fantastic with a little gingered rum
Stillmarch: They can be enjoyed many ways, but I won't involve myself in sibling affairs
Stillmarch: says with a polite smile
Rosalie: laughs
Rosalie: Sibling squabbles, really. Sebastien fashions himself a connoisseur.
Rosalie: He's a bit of a sweets hound. I must guard my stores.
Sebastien: Slander! grins jovially
Rosalie: Do you miss your lands when you're away, your grace? I find I miss the quiet when we come to the city, but Seb enjoys it more here.
Stillmarch: Oh, well, I have been away from Stillmarch for quite some time.
Stillmarch: I've been on patrol for most of the past year
Rosalie: Ah, my brother mentioned your military service. How long have you been away?
Stillmarch: This was my first posting.
Stillmarch: Internal border patrols, so.... not too far aay
Rosalie: You'll have to forgive me my ignorance when it comes to military matters, our parents were... Well, they were seldom strict about many things, but they were adamant Sebastien not entertain any military thoughts.
Stillmarch: Ahh, I'm afraid the Sentinel houses take a rather differernt perspecitive, but that is perhaps to be expected.
Sebastien: Yes - happy to leave that to you lot, really!
Rosalie: Yes, Sebastien is definitely more suited to Society. And my gift for names would hardly help me with anything in that arena.
Stillmarch: Your gift?
Rosalie: It's just knowing everyone's name, really. Great for dodging uncomfortable memory lapses, but not much else currently.
Stillmarch: Oh, interesting. I assure you though, command could find more practical uses for it.
Rosalie: smiles wryly
Rosalie: Then I shall make sure to dodge them.
Rosalie: moves to pour tea
Rosalie: Tea?
Stillmarch: I promise not to mention it unless its a matter of utmost national security
Stillmarch: and thank you
Rosalie: I hope you enjoy mint. I have been working my way through the herbal lots recently. I have even taken to reading about them. gestures to her book
Stillmarch: It's quite refreshing
Sebastien: Yes, she's always trying some plant or other! I thught I'd never get her out of the Callais greenhouse.
Rosalie: That was pure research. I was thinking of starting my own project here.
Stillmarch: An herb garden?
Sebastien: make sure you grow some of the fund ones, Rosie ;)
Rosalie: rolls her eyes at Sebastien before catching herself, then ignores him
Rosalie: Just a small one, really. I don't know enough yet to make any large ventures.
Stillmarch: For teas, primarily? Or are you more interested in their other properties?
Rosalie: Teas and perhaps homeopathic remedies or new scents.
Stillmarch: scents?
Rosalie: Oh, our family makes parfums and toilettes.
Sebastien: Well, I like to leave that to the professionals, but Rosie likes to take a closer hand in things. Enterprising spirit!
Rosalie: Well, I just like to research. Our herbs and plants have so many properties. Mint helps with anxiety and digestion, lavender with sleep and headaches. It's all very fascinating, and probably not great tea conversation. laughs awkwardly
Stillmarch: Oh, not at all. The healer with our patrol swore as much by their natural remedies as by their magic, but they were Vanilorra trained.
Rosalie: Oh really? I would love to pick their brain!
Stillmarch: Well, I'm afraid they're still on deployment, but I'm sure there are others around with similar training.
Stillmarch: But I do appreciate book learning as well
Sebastien: tries not to rollhis* eyes, but instead makes eye brow waggles at Rose where Lamont can't see
Rosalie: Are you an avid reader, your grace? Sebastien is more of an active type, but I could read an afternoon away.
Rosalie: waits for an opportunity to make stern eyes at Sebastien
Stillmarch: I am when I have the opportunity.
Rosalie: What sorts of things do you like to read? I have to admit, I'm not much of a fiction reader.
Stillmarch: No, myself either, regarding prose, anyway. Perhaps it plays to type somewhat but i do find a lot of histories very interesting.
Rosalie: smiles
Rosalie: Oh, me too. I find myself reading about science and nature ever so often, but I always come back to history.
Sebastien: How nice that you have such things in common! I'm not much of a reader myself, but sometimes Rosie will read out bits she finds of interest, and I do my best to pay attntion.
Rosalie: laughs at Sebastien
Rosalie: Not very well, brother. You have to admit.
Sebastien: my best!
Rosalie: I also tried to take him to one of the museums the other day. I will not be doing that again.
Sebastien: I admit, the past doens't have quite such a grip on me - I prefer to look to the future.
Rosalie: sighs dramatically
Rosalie: Alas, I am missing a museum partner.
Sebastien: looks absolutely delighted, but manages to keep his mouth shut
Stillmarch: Oh? It has been a while since I had an opportunity to visit this historical museums in the city. If you would welcome my companionship, I'd be happy to offer it.
Rosalie: Your companionship would be most welcome. They have some rather interesting exhibitions coming up I am most eager to see.
Sebastien: I hope you will both have wonderful time - I'll likely use the time to visit Fortans ;)
Rosalie: sighs
Sebastien: You should join me there some time, Stillmarch! I was telling Rosie, I think we could make a killing as partners at whist.
Rosalie: mutters
Rosalie: Your horse, Seb.
Stillmarch: glances between the siblings Thank you for your generous invitation, your grace, but I'm afraid I find the pace of play at such places far beyond me, and I wouldn't want to hurt your odds.
Rosalie: laughs wryly
Rosalie: Oh, you wouldn't. But do feel free to decline his invitation.
Sebastien: Nonsense! Waste of talent, I say.
Stillmarch: I'm afraid you overestimate my talents, but I will take that as complimentary
Rosalie: I do hope you don't get the wrong impression of my brother. He likes gaming, but he has other interests. He is very attached to his horse.
Sebastien: It's true - mornings are for riding, gets the blood up and pumping! and then the rest of the day for other entertainments.
Stillmarch: nods
Rosalie: One day, I might rope him into helping me in my future greenhouse. I can dream.
Stillmarch: I fear I've been neglecting my mount these past few weeks, though I've made arrangements to take lord Evenor out of the city soon. He is a novice rider though - I wouldn't mind a chance to see some of the more challenging terrain around the city, if that might be of interest, your grace.
Sebastien: Oh Evenor - I heard they brought him out of hiding finally! Well good of you to show him some of the gentlemanly arts, I suppose. But I do know a few good spots for a more advanced sportsman like yourself.
Rosalie: We should make this Evenor's acquaintance, then. Perhaps we can find him at te next gathering.
Stillmarch: I'd be happy to make an introduction. He is quite keen to make new acquaintances
Rosalie: We would be in your debt once again. I'm great at names, but Sebastien is the more outgoing of us.
Stillmarch: No debt necessary, my lady. It's a pleasure, as well as a duty to my friend and to society.
Sebastien: Very gallant of you, Stillmarch, I'll look forward to it.
Rosalie: smiles
Rosalie: Very gallant indeed, and you have my appreciation.
Stillmarch: Monologue: That went better than I feared - I think the morning exercise is helping, and Lady Rose was very gracious in helping me defer from further hands of cards... She is charming, and we share many common interest it seems. I should pursue her - it would be a match my uncle could not possibly object to. Except I do not feel like her interests lie in that direction, and I fear what an extended friendship with the duke would do to my shattered nerves. We will see how this riding goes, and if I can tolerate it without her help. I should focus on finding my path to freedom, but it is difficult when my affections are engaged elsewhere... But if I can find the strength to carry on, I must find it also to set such things aside.
Reputation
No Changes
Epistolary
- Drafts for Chitara to review from Victorina
- Letter for Lady Rosalie from the Marquess of Stillmarch
- Letter to Lord Kyrnon and Colmacil Vilyawén from Lord Evenor
- Letter to Baroness Burbank from Lord Evenor
- Letter to Lord Kyrnon from Lavinia
