Festival of Roses

In the Lord's box, Rayley Meadows is all but vibrating with excitement, waiting for the Tremaine twins to join her, and her husband to compete in the display. During the wrestling, the cloud cover releases a light shower of cooling rain, enough to dampen the hair and shoulders of the spectators unlucky enough to have not arrived early enough to find a covered seat. Below, in the ring, the shirtless wrestlers are misted by the falling rain, tiny droplets momentarily frosting their hair, and wet skin gleaming over powerful muscles.

Lysa sits next to her father, pale and perhaps a little green-looking, showing little interest in the event. She sips a from a goblet from time to time, otherwise keeping her mouth covered with an handkerchief.

Mari was early to show up, seen speaking with Kevith as her protector was readying himself for the wrestling competition. Judging from their gestures, they seemed to be exchanging opinions on technique as Mari seemed to illustrate a headlock or something similar with 'uncle' Kevith.

The large man laughed boisterously and patted the small girl on the shoulders, sending her off as some of the raindrops started coming down and Mari held onto the skirts of her dress as she hurried over to the Lord's box.

"Apologies for making you wait on me, my lord, my ladies," she curtsied.

Rayley eagerly waved Mariessa towards her, indicating the chair between her and Lord Bromley, "not at all, I got here early with Elwood." She grinned, "but I think your man there is going to give him a hard time," she giggled.

Lily waved as Ser Bridges scanned the crowds. I didn't seem to help him much however and she settled into watching the men showing off with more than the occasional giggle.

Jyn gave a curtsy to the party when she caught up to her sister. "Please forgive my tardiness," she said as she resettled her hair, "It was folly to keep you waiting."

"That's quite all right," Rayley's mood was apparently irrepressible this morning, and she waved Jynessa into the seat on her other side, placing herself between the twins. "Well, I'm supporting Elwood, and your sister is supporting her man-at-arms, so I guess that means you'll have to cheer for your father, right?"

"Perhaps I ought to choose another man as my champion, a suitor per chance," Jyn expressed from her chair. She glanced at Mari for a moment, a look of discomfort in her voice, before she leaned back to hide her expression with Rayley's presence. "It would have been improper but how well do you believe you would have fared, Rayley? In the wrestling."

"Oh? is there someone you have your eye on?" Rayley asked innocently, before catching the look on Jynessa's face. She realised she had missed something, but wasn't entirely sure what. Shaking her head, "oh, I wouldn't be any good at that sort of thing, though Elwood does say that I'm rather flexible," she giggled and blushed, self-consciously.

Jynessa swallowed and looked away from Rayley. Her eyes darted around until she saw some wine. The fact that it was a good label had no meaning to her. She helped herself to a glass, took a long drink from it, and then took another after catching her breath. Another full glass was in her hands shortly after and she looked back to the field. "Kevith is doing well," she threw out before taking another sip.