[D3 EM] Acting Out (Tremaine Pavilions)

[Alavin]

Taking the maester’s slip as an invitation, Alavin quickly moved to sit beside the Simon. “I was crude and boorish last night, and I didn’t want you to think that was all there is to me.”

[Maester Simon]

"No, you should keep away from me, mummer." he half-shifted, half lurched away from the man. "If you have something to ask, state your business but otherwise leave me be."

[Alavin]

Crestfallen, Alavin looked wounded, “I came to apologise and make amends, but I perhaps I have been mistaken. It is early and your head is sore,” the minstrel fell into an unconscious, rhythmic patter, “too early for me to be at your door. I sought not to interrupt your day, in hopes you might hear what I say, but in right you should turn me away. I will seek you out another time, and hope I shalln’t step out of line, to speak or sing these words of mine. If the gods be good, you’ll hear my plea, and show some kindness unto me, until then I should take my leave.”

The man rose smoothly to his feet and swept a grand, dramatic bow. “It seems I have two things to apologise for now. I hope you are feeling better soon.”

[Liliane Marten]

Feeling rather under the weather Lily made her way towards the Tremaine pavilions. She was staggering a bit but everyone seem slow enough starting this morning that it seemed better to stagger out now than try and save face later. This was the least distance to stumble in search of a maester and the seven only knew what would happen if she had to go further. She stroked her swirling belly, paused, and took two slow breaths in an effort to calm things down.

Looking around she noticed the Tremaine banners and made her way over to the guard. "Please if you could," she paused as she blanched and let out an unladylike burp, "Which way to your maester?"

[Maester Simon]

Crestfallen, Alavin looked wounded, “I came to apologise and make amends, but I perhaps I have been mistaken. It is early and your head is sore,” the minstrel fell into an unconscious, rhythmic patter, “too early for me to be at your door. I sought not to interrupt your day, in hopes you might hear what I say, but in right you should turn me away. I will seek you out another time, and hope I shalln’t step out of line, to speak or sing these words of mine. If the gods be good, you’ll hear my plea, and show some kindness unto me, until then I should take my leave.”

The man rose smoothly to his feet and swept a grand, dramatic bow. “It seems I have two things to apologise for now. I hope you are feeling better soon.”

"Have a good day." Simon murmured, leaning to his hands as he was trying to make sense of things. What in the name of Sevan had just happened.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Feeling rather under the weather Lily made her way towards the Tremaine pavilions. She was staggering a bit but everyone seem slow enough starting this morning that it seemed better to stagger out now than try and save face later. This was the least distance to stumble in search of a maester and the seven only knew what would happen if she had to go further. She stroked her swirling belly, paused, and took two slow breaths in an effort to calm things down.

Looking around she noticed the Tremaine banners and made her way over to the guard. "Please if you could," she paused as she blanched and let out an unladylike burp, "Which way to your maester?"

Yet another kid who's head over heels for the maester?

At this rate, Kevith figured he might as well postpone his usual napping hours to later that morning, since at this hour it seemed like everyone and their mother were sick.

"That way," the gruff man pointed to Simon's tent. "Doubt yer the only looking fer 'im today."

[Liliane Marten]

"No, likely not," she gave a little nod in thanks, "Thank your for your help." And she made her way to Simon's tent.

"Hello? Maester Simon?" she said as she approached the tent flap, "Might I have a moment of your time?"

[Maester Simon]

Someone else? Female? I don't remember making out with anyone else... oh dear. Simon blushed, for no apparent reason before making his way to the entrance. "How I may be of assistance lady..." eyebrows rose to indicate the question.

[Liliane Marten]

Liliane's pale face and quessy look may well have been self explanatory. She let out a burp and staggered forward. "Feeling...sick..."

[Alavin]

Alavin pouted, “duty calls.” He gave Simon a last, lingering look, and turned his gaze of Liliane, cold with jealousy. The man sniffed proudly and swept from the tent, leaving the pair alone.