| A Message Delivered |
| Summary: | Kell delivers a message to Lady Lucienne from Lady Cherise. |
| Date: | 29/7/2012 |
| Related Logs: | To Reach an Accord Pt 1 |
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| Stable and Kennels, The Four Eagles |
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| The Tower's Main Stables are nestled into the corner of the courtyard near the portcullis to facilitate quick, easy exits when required. The rear of the structure is backed right against the interior wall of the castle with the heavy wooden roofing gently sloped down towards the slate out front, the floor of the stables kept to dirt. Thick wooden beams are plunged into the ground and serve as a base for the walls between each stall. Hay serves as most of the flooring in the area with a large stack of it off to the side. Each stall has a thick layer on the ground to serve as bedding, with most of the space dedicated to horses though a few have pens of dogs and hounds. An enclosed structure at the end serves as dry storage for riding equipment and saddles. |
| Sun Jul 29, 289 |
This afternoon sees Lady Lucienne in the stables. She has no mount of her own to care for any longer, which is a very sore point, but maintains a presence with the stablehands and Mistress of the Horses regardless. Currently, she's speaking in her usual low tones with a young stableboy stationed just outside the stall of a grey dappled mare. From the way they both peer in occasionally at the horse, it should be quite clear that they're discussing her.
Kell had just left the Charlton's Guest Suite after his presence was requested by Lord Charlton of Highfield and his first task was to locate Lady Anais to let her know that Aleister wanted to speak to someone of the Terrick Household at their earliest convenience, preferrably Lord Jerold or Lord Jacsen. Lucky for the Terrick Sworn, Anais was already on her way to meet with Lord Charlton so passing the word along wasn't hard. Next, Kell was tasked with seeking out Lady Lucienne to pass a message from Lady Cherise Charlton and this took a little bit more work as she was not to be found in her Chambers. It wasn't too hard though because after asking around, he was directed in the direction of the Courtyard and Stables. Seeing Lucienne there, the knight slows to a stop at a respectful distance, not wanting to interrupt the Lady's business with the stableboy just yet.
The lady Luci bobs her head, turning her face to regard the horse thoughtfully one last time. "Thank you, Jym," she says eventually, in a silky, approving tone. The lad - perhaps a squire, even - sketches out a bow and turns to leave whilst Lucienne beckons over her handmaid for a look.
With the stableboy/squire departing after doing what he needed to help Lucienne, Kell slowly steps deeper into the stables and around the dappled mare before clearing his throat so his appearance isn't a shocking surprise to the Lady and her handmaiden. "Lady Lucienne, apologies if I am interrupting but I have a message to pass along to you, from Lady Cherise of Charlton." He says after first bowing his head respectfully to the youngest Terrick daughter.
Lucienne looks over her shoulder at the sound of throat-clearing, spinning in a swish of black silk to turn and face Kell. "Ser Drakmoor," she greets, one slippered foot slipping behind the other in a shallow curtsy. "Good day to you. I trust you are well, as is my Lady of Charlton?" Her handmaid takes a step back, posture straight as she joins her hands in front of her primly to wait.
"I am well, M'Lady, thank you for inquiring. And the Charltons have no complaints about their current accomodations." Kell says with an appreciative smile directed at the young Terrick. "However, Lady Cherise wishes to spend some time enjoying your company before they have to depart from the Roost after their business here is concluded. That is the message she wished for me to pass to you, M'Lady."
Slender brows lift, and Lucienne favours Kell with a rare warm smile. She's much prettier when she smiles, even gaunt as she is from famine. "Of that, I am glad," she says, regarding Charltons and accommodations. "Seven know, what we have to offer of late is meagre. Will you be returning to Lady Cherise, Ser? I should very much like her company before she leaves, but if you have other business to attend, I shall send someone else to arrange a suitable time."
Inclining his head, Kell seems willing to accomplish that task for Lucienne but he does speak up as well, "If you wish for me to deliver your answer to Lady Cherise, I would glad to be of service, Lady Lucienne. However, er… I am not sure if I would be the one best suited to pass on the details of what your meeting with her would entail." It would certainly be lacking of pleasing information that either Ladies may be looking for, like whether it would be over tea, cake, pie, so in the knight's opinion a handmaiden would probably be preferred passing the information along.
Luci smiles again, and inclines her head. "I shall send Celine, then," she defers. Said handmaid starts to move without even so much as a glance for her lady, so in tune is she. "Thank you, Ser Drakmoor. Was that all?"
"That was the message I was to pass to you, M'Lady. Unless you require my services for another task, I would not wish to bother you further and keep you from your business." Kell says as he gives the grey dappled mare a brief glance, then the handmaiden, and finally back to Lady Lucienne to see if she has any other wishes that he is fit to do.
"She's a fine looking horse, is she not?" Lucienne follows the glance over to the mare with her one of her own. "I had intended to take her out this afternoon, but perhaps the Lady Charlton will sup with me instead. By your leave, Ser, for propriety's sake I ought excuse myself with my handmaid."
With that, Kell bows his head respectfully at Lucienne once more, "Good day, Lady Lucienne and may you have an enjoyable meeting with Lady Cherise."
"Good day, Ser Drakmoor," bids the lady, dipping another curtsy to excuse herself. Her handmaid sketches out a similar gesture, before they both depart in respective black flairs of silk and cotton skirts.
