| In the Interest of Enlightenment and Intrigue |
| Summary: | Surprise! There's a Tully in Stonebridge |
| Date: | 12/2/2013 |
| Related Logs: | I Remember You |
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| Crane's Crossing, Inn, Stonebridge |
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| While Crane's Crossing is technically an Inn, it caters to the traveling nobility almost exclusively. The floors around the hearth are finely crafted stonework, as are the slate blocks that the firepit is constructed of. The rest of the floor is done in stained oak that matches the few long tables and the chairs. The rest of the main room is furnished with plush couches and seating to entice visitors to delay their leave. A full service kitchen provides food of all kinds as well as high quality ales and wines. Also available are several women to provide hospitality to the lonely or those in need, the quality of them to be beaten by but a few in the Riverlands. A hallway near the kitchen leads off to the rear of the building and several up-scale rooms. |
| Tue Feb 12, 290 |
Evening has descended on the Riverlands and with it, Renold has made his way out of his room and into the common room, seeking a table off to one side. Known only as belonging to House Tully, he's a relative unknown in these parts and as such, has managed to be left alone. A couple of empty wine bottles litter the table before him, with a third, half full one, resting idly in his hand. A plate of half-eaten food has been pressed to one side and for the moment, he seems to be conversing with one of the working girls who frequent the Inn.
In the street markets food vendors were shouting their wares and craftsmen proudly displaying their creations to catch the eye from any who held worth. Faline certainly did, at least in appearances. The low coffers of the Roost were not to be flaunted so with her shoulders coated with a sheer pale green shawl she strolled without purpose along the street. One guardsman was in tow, including a chaperon given the heightened sense of alert each of the houses have been over the past few months in regards to their women. "What about that one?" Faline pointed to a hairpin, silver with purple gems encrusted into it. "Is that not beautiful? I know very little of the Lady Firth, other than she is a cripple." Her elder chaperon held both hands folded before her person, eyeing the silver trinket. "No m'lady. She is a Frey though and you know what they say of Frey women." Faline smiled inwardly while passing yet another ideal present to possibly give her sibling. "I bet she will be lovely. Moreso than recent encounters."
Faline had settled into the Inn earlier with a day devoted to touring the market square of Stonebridge's offerings before preparing for her acquaintance with the Lady Firth on the morrow. Drawing inside both lady and chaperon were fading from light laughter. "I have all the luck of a wounded mule do I not Mistress Davyn?" The elder woman smiled, her pink cheeks swollen. "Aye, ya do. Perhaps during the masque ya? We'll see how well his forked tongue recovers." Faline shook her head while furthering herself inside. "Dinner then? So that we may give rest to men tormented by my aimless wanderings." The lady eyed the guardsman tasked with her safekeeping. "I jest Ser Falon. Go, I desire a light meal this night and watered wine." Tasked with procuring a meal the Lady Terrick aimed her stroll towards a table, vacant and enough room for two. However only one shall be sitting. The chaperon pulled out the chair but Faline had paused before sitting, casting her glance across the table to a seated male of fine livery. Too fine for the likes of this town and certainly standing out. "Pardon me my lord." She dipped her crown, continuing, "I do not mean for the catty chatter of women to disrupt your meal."
The approach of Faline and her maid to the table near to his doesn't go un-noticed, for Renold's eyes shift over in their direction, but they are quickly shifting back to the working woman that he was speaking with. Or rather, the woman who seems to be doing all the speaking. And it takes him a moment to realize that he's even been addressed and when it does dawn upon him, he's turning his attention back over in the direction of Faline, eyes settling upon her to regard her a moment longer then perhaps is appropriate and it's only then that he's giving a slight shake of his head, "Wouldn't worry 'bout it." A flicker of a grin touches upon his lips before he continues with, "I'm not. Otherwise, I'd still be in my room." He pauses there, eyes flitting over to the maid and then back again, "You from the ruling family of this hell hole?"
Declining the offered seat she remained standing, arms wrapped within a pale orange shawl that covered her bare shoulders. At the mention of a room her large hazel green eyes sweept towards the hallway, briefly where her own lingered. Temporary lodgings and thankful of it. "No, they could not be so gifted with such a gem." And by his inquiry, neither was he. She drew forward, a few steps to present the entirety of her form and took to greeting the male properly, "Faline Terrick." On her bowed crown she raised her head a touch to add, "The other hell hole."
It's hard to tell whether her words drew a snort from Renold, or a chuckle, but when the sound fades, there's a flash of a grin that lingers upon his lips, "Well played, Lady Terrick." The bottle in his hand is lifted to his lips and after a longish sip has been taken and it's been lowered back down, he's offering a polite bow of his head; which is about all he can muster considering he's hardly sitting up straight, "Renold Tully." A tap of a fingertip comes to pass against the bottle and then he's setting it upon the table before he idly motions to one of the empty chairs at the table, "I take it you're here because your father auctioned you off to the highest bidder?"
A simple but small smile contoured her mouth, not revealing too much pride in the praise. Particularly when his house is confirmed. That is when her form returns upright, shoulders back to display a prim and proper posture. "If my father was so desperate of a man my place would be locked away until the eve of my wedding." Her steps drew close for the chair offered and the chaperon shadowed the lady's steps. Tully or not, a man was a man. "There is to be a celebration here, the Day of Mischief and I've come some time early to inquire of the traditions." At last she sits and sets both hands upon her lap. Her frame wholly faces Renold, "To see how it differs from the Vale."
Listening to that, Renold offers only the faintest of nods, his eyes remaining fixed upon the Lady as she settles into a seat at the table. "Pity. And here I was half hoping that you were to be a gift to me from your family." If the words are in jest, it certainly doesn't show in in the inflection of what he says and it's followed by a slight shrug of his shoulders and another idle wave of his hand. "But Celebrations, you say? Interesting. It would seem that I've chosen an opportune time to arrive, then. Please, tell me more about what is to transpire."
She smirked, the corner of her mouth rising. "Only half my lord?" Faline probed as her handmaiden tried desperately not to stare at the forward speaking envoy. "Then I am half flattered by your words." The guard who departed for food a drink does arrive with the Terrick's water wine. While receiving she furthers the conversation, "A day where misgivings and ill behaviors may be committed without fear of the Stranger's ever watchful eye." She held the cup just before her mouth, "Actions carried in masque and mystery though some say it will not be as entertaining this year for too the cape of eagles have seen far too much darkness come to pass."
A half laugh escapes the Lord's lips as he gives a curt nod of his head, followed by, "Yes, half. It would be a shame to break something as lovely as you. And I'm sure your father would take offense to such at thing." Then, as if there was nothing inappropriate, he's flitting his eyes to teh guard and then back in the direction of Faline, "It's true, the Cape has seen it's fair share of darkness. But it adds .. character to people, m'Lady. Ensures that things are never dull and boring." That grin grows just a touch as his hand reaches back for the bottle, "It would seem, though, that I may have need of attending this affair."
Faline drinks slowly from her cup, not rushing the muted flavor of Stonebridge's imported vintage. A few swallows as she shares, "I agree," while setting the cup before her, "Then I beg that my lord knows gentillity in times of need, to prolong the value of his toys." Her gaze left the cup and now refocused upon the male. "To mingle among the minions of hell? And with identity unknown I may never know how your evening will come to pass."
"Sometimes, my Lady Terrick, such things are simply far too .. common in these lands." A flash of a smirk, a shrug of his shoulders and then Renold is lifting the bottle to his lips, to claim another sip before he's lowering it back down to rest upon the surface of the table. All the while, his gaze has remained settled upon her, "It would seem that I have need to seek out a costume if I am to attend. For as it stands at this moment, I know not what I would choose to wear." A pause, then, before he follows with, "Though, I shan't be hard to find, I suppose, once I have figured out what I shall wear."
"I wonder what is considered common in lands abroad that are, evidently, preferred." She had said at first with a look given to her handmaiden, the cup follows in the elder woman's direction. "I want something sweeter. See what else they have." A command given the cup disappears as Faline remains seated while touching the necklace laid against her breast. "Do you favor myths my lord?"
"A promising question, Lady Terrick, and one to which you should perhaps seek out the answer too." As she extends her cup in the direction of the handmaiden, Renold's eyes flit in that direction before he's looking back to Faline, watching as she touches upon that necklace before his gaze lifts upwards again, "A touch, I suppose. After all, I imagine there are few who do not favor some aspects of myth and legends." Now, his fingertips tap idly against the side of the bottle before he's releasing it.
Considering his words the lady lowered her gaze, free to speak without fear of ears prying. At least for the moment. "Where might my lord recommend such a journey to begin?" Certainly not here as these were far below his tastes, as it seemed. Faline's hand withdraws, finding her lap and made comfortable there. "Perhaps a favored myth then. Some chose one that embodies their hidden inner desires."
A flash of a smirk dances to Renold's lips as his eyes flit back to the departed maid and then back to Faline before he's offering, "Away from the prying eyes and ears of others, most preferably." That smirk lingers for a moment before the bottle is whisked from the table and brought to his lips, the contents within drained before he's the empty back upon the table, "Your tongue speaks truths with that suggestion, Lady Terrick, and it is a suggestion that must be considered."
Thin dark eyebrows lifted briefly, revealing that she agreed or at least understood. "To whom do you recommend?" She asked lowly, not overtly saying his name during their dance around the subject when lords and ladies were not watched. "One who would not believe favors are sought after in the interest of enlightenment and intrigue?" Faline met his gaze, drawing in a deep breath that swelled the expanse of her bosom and their modest display was concealed behind layers of fine purple silk.
Now, there's just a slight lift of Renold's shoulders into a slight shrug, but even as that action comes, he's offering, "Someone of prestige and power, no doubt. I do not believe it would be overly hard to find such a person." A flicker of a smirk comes then and as she draws in that breath, his gaze drops just a touch, watching the swell of her chest before they lift back up to catch her own gaze once more, "There are times for such beliefs and times to simply .. ignore such things."
"M'lady." Her handmaiden returns with a sweeter vintage and the cup is offered, Faline does accept though she does not drink. Not yet. Just held for the time being. "A person's well seeks to be filled by coveted traits. Though as I have learned with the ones wield it may not always do so with intelligence." As history has shown. "I would pray my interests do not find such a man." The cup was now placed on the table. "Will your visit here be brief my lord?"
The handmaiden is ignored upon her return, for as Faline speaks, Renold is giving a slight nod of his head. One of his hand then lifts to tap a finger idly against his temple before he's offering, "Intelligence is always something of import, Lady Terrick. Without it, we're simply left to meander about. Pawns pressed forward by the will of another." His hand lowers and then he's shifting a touch in his seat, "That is not known at this point, I am afraid. What with my brother meeting with all the Lords of your Houses, I am to remain here until further notice."
"M'lady." Her handmaiden returns with a sweeter vintage and the cup is offered, Faline does accept though she does not drink. Not yet. Just held for the time being. "A person's well seeks to be filled by coveted traits. Though as I have learned with the ones wield it may not always do so with intelligence." As history has shown. "I would pray my interests do not find such a man." The cup was now placed on the table. "Will your visit here be brief my lord?"
The handmaiden is ignored upon her return, for as Faline speaks, Renold is giving a slight nod of his head. One of his hand then lifts to tap a finger idly against his temple before he's offering, "Intelligence is always something of import, Lady Terrick. Without it, we're simply left to meander about. Pawns pressed forward by the will of another." His hand lowers and then he's shifting a touch in his seat, "That is not known at this point, I am afraid. What with my brother meeting with all the Lords of your Houses, I am to remain here until further notice."
(unfinished, can't find the rest. Damnit.)
