[D4 EE] RP Thread: A Musical Evening

[Maester Simon]

"Excellent!" the mummer cried, grabbing Simon by the arm and pulling him into one of the chain dances. It would be tricky for Simon to extract himself with any decorum before the dance was over. On the upside, his partners were noblewomen; on the downside, every time he changed partners Alavin was right beside him, dancing with the lady he'd just moved on from.

And so the hapless Simon hobbled, trying not to step on any toes as he tumbled through the seemingly arcane and random pattern of steps and hops. Muttering curses under his breath he hoped maester Hubert didn't see what he was doing. The old geezer would harrumph him into oblivion if he had any idea he'd been dancing with the nobles.

Some of the Simon's partners wore really low cut dresses that made him rather uncomfortable and while yes, the weather was was temperate and the great hall was rather warm, he hoped they could have covered their graces. So Simon wobbled, trying to keep his eyes away from the vast tracks of noble Reach lands.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"I could use a drink too," Jynessa remarked, though not necessarily to Rayley.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Mari had nodded in agreement with Alicent being better than Shana Crane, though she still felt... jealousy, was it? Or was it worry for her father?

At least she trusted Alicent enough to not have any ulteriour motives for a recently widowed man. Right?

The elder twin joined in the dances as well, temporarily forgetting her worries as the entertainment went on.

[Liliane Marten]

Grinning, Rychard did his best to keep up, his eyes only on her, "I'm glad too, but to me you look equally enchanting in hunting garb with a bow in your hand." He winked, and used his thumb to lift a length of chain he was wearing about his neck, showing Liliane a peek of the rabbit's foot hidden beneath his shirt.

"Oh! That turned out well," she smiled, "I hope it brings you plenty of luck as the tourney really picks up." She gracefully swayed with the music.

"People will start talking if you keep me all evening you know," she said teasingly as another song started up.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Taking a break from the dancing, Mari sat down to rest her feet and enjoy some of the wine.

It seemed she still had some years to go before she was as skilled as her father on the dancefloor. She couldn't even recall the last time she had seen him enjoy himself so much with dancing.

[Marten Tremaine]

Alicent doesn't look as the pause in the music comes and she hears a joke over her shoulder. Her grip tenses just long enough for her brain to repeat automatically, They don't have anything to do with you, stop being annoyed. You just look like them, and then relaxes. "I honestly think she sang much better... Normally I'm not much of a songstress, but I suppose it's been a good evening," she replied smiling up toward him. "Thank you... Be careful there, or it might almost sound like I caught yours."

Marten laughed cheerfully. "Well, perhaps that would have been true, if I were a decade younger. No doubt the Marten Tremaine who used to attend tourneys would have been quite captivated."

He could feel her hands tense on him. His steps didn't slow, still leading the young woman in the dance, but his forehead creased with concern. "Is something wrong, milady?"

[Alicent Feyther]

Marten laughed cheerfully. "Well, perhaps that would have been true, if I were a decade younger. No doubt the Marten Tremaine who used to attend tourneys would have been quite captivated."

He could feel her hands tense on him. His steps didn't slow, still leading the young woman in the dance, but his forehead creased with concern. "Is something wrong, milady?"

"It's nothing important... Someone made a tasteless joke, that's all," she said with a half smile. Still, she brightens up, joking in return, "Hmm... If men's tastes change so much as they get older, I'll have to find someone to marry soon, before it's too late."

[Marten Tremaine]

"It's nothing important... Someone made a tasteless joke, that's all," she said with a half smile. Still, she brightens up, joking in return, "Hmm... If men's tastes change so much as they get older, I'll have to find someone to marry soon, before it's too."

"Hrm." Marten grunted acknowledgement of the first, before smiling at the second. "Well... perhaps men's tastes don't change so much as all that." He said, his deep voice pitched low.

Remembering himself, Marten cleared his throat again. "Mari told me that you attended one of Maester Simon's lessons. I hope you found it enjoyable."

[Terrance Stone]

For the most part, Terrance had been quiet for most of the evening. Other than the song and a little dancing, he'd spent much of his time in a corner watching the room. The events of the previous night were still fresh in his mind and he couldn't help but wonder what else may be going on in Grassfield Keep.

[Ser Rychard Bridges]

"Oh! That turned out well," she smiled, "I hope it brings you plenty of luck as the tourney really picks up." She gracefully swayed with the music.

"People will start talking if you keep me all evening you know," she said teasingly as another song started up.

“Let them,” he whispered, pulling her in, his lips by her ear, “I want you all for myself.” Despite his words, however, he led her into a chain dance, the steps all too soon pulling him away to dance with another.