Festival of Roses

Leovall chuckled as he followed his pet at a distant. Chase was running amok in the gardens; sniffing at the plants, zig-zagging around them, hopping up onto pots and generally exuding energy and playfulness. It was fun to watch.

The little pet caused an awful fright for a poor lady of House Tremaine. She let out a short shriek and stumbled away from the creature. "Help! There is something loose in the garden!"

Not again! Leovall hastily rushed over, hands held up slightly to calm the young woman down. "Whoa, he's a friend." He recognised the maiden and smiled. "Good afternoon." Bending down he picked up the marten who proceeded to wiggle a great deal in protest. "Erm, this is Chase."

"Oh." Jynessa straightened out her dress, her hair, and her posture; the final part to fall back into place was her practiced smile. "What a... spry, young pet!"

"Very." That spry young pet was even now trying to be free so he could scamper and frolic about even more to his heart's content! "Okay, calm down Chase. Here. Come now." With some effort Leovall fishes out a small treat from a pouch on his waist. It immediately capture's dear Chase's attention. Soon he is wolfing it down and wriggling about far less as he tries to dazzle Leovall with his big eyes.

"Quite!" The lady took a breath and watched the beast devour some treat without any sort of manners. She smiled weakly and looked back up to Leovall. "Do you walk him here often?"

Chuckling, Leovall nods while giving his pet some affection. "Usually he's only active in the evenings, but today he woke up early so..." He shrugs as he crouches down. "I thought little Chase here would want to go out. Would you like to touch him?" Chase is carefully set down, his attention kept thanks to a second treat that is held up for him to notice. In moments he is on his hind legs to beg for it.