[D4 EE] RP Thread: A Musical Evening

[Alicent Feyther]

"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."

She chuckled gently, willing to leave the light flirting at that. The man probably had a wife, after all, and certainly had daughters her own age. It would be bad to press. "I did, very much so. Thank you again for your generosity in allowing me to attend. We ended up speaking a bit about House Gardener and the history of the Reach."

[Rayley Meadows]

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

Taking a pair of cups from a passing servant, Rayley pressed one into Jynessa’s hand before drinking deeply. The wine had been chilled, ice having been carted in from the North at great expense, just to cool parched throats on an evening such as this.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"And what wine would this be? If you would allow me to harbor a guess, I imagine this is your favored label." Jyn looked down at the contents and then back up to Rayley. "I only make that assumption because earlier we had Lysa and her father's choice."

[Leovall Marten]

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.

Taking a break himself to top up his fluid (and alcohol) levels, Leovall nearly misses Mariessa as he navigates between tables to get back to his own. He stops and sways just a little for a moment before giving her a much more collected bow. "Lady Mariessa." He rises and lifts the glass he'd been handed by one of the servants. "Please don't think me rude for saying this, but such a beautiful woman as yourself ought to be dancing. Ha ha ha!" Flashing a wide smile to show he meant no harm he has a good sip of his wine.

[Alavin]

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.

Alavin, whether by ignorance or wilfulness, misinterpreted Simon’s averted gaze as a lack of interest in the female flesh, and happily assumed this boded well for him. He threw a friendly arm around the handsome maester’s shoulders, “and now we drink!” steering the young man towards the nearest servant carrying wine.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Taking a break himself to top up his fluid (and alcohol) levels, Leovall nearly misses Mariessa as he navigates between tables to get back to his own. He stops and sways just a little for a moment before giving her a much more collected bow. "Lady Mariessa." He rises and lifts the glass he'd been handed by one of the servants. "Please don't think me rude for saying this, but such a beautiful woman as yourself ought to be dancing. Ha ha ha!" Flashing a wide smile to show he meant no harm he has a good sip of his wine.

"Oh, ser Leovall!" Mari put away her glass and curtsied elegantly to the Marten-heir. "Aha... it's hardly rude," she giggled, "I was resting my poor feet... alas, I don't have father's stamina on the dancefloor, it seems."

She spared a glance in her father's direction again. "But, if you are offering, I would certainly be honored to share a dance with you."

[Leovall Marten]

"I should have realised." He admits, giving her an appreciative nod and taking the chance to have a better look at what she was wearing. All the noblewomen were dressed incredibly well tonight he thought.

Following her gaze he grins as he spots her father. Wait, is that Lady Alicent? A little surprised he gives a shrug and regards Mariessa again. "I would be honoured too. However, I beg for but a moment to catch my breath after just finishing the last dance." His glass of wine is given a gentle swirl. "A top up to keep me going. May we talk a little and join the next song?"

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"A wonderful idea," Mari giggled and picked up her own glass again. "How are you enjoying your stay so far in Grassy Vale then? Now that you seem more adjusted to the climate, so to speak," she smirked playfully before taking a sip.

[Leovall Marten]

"Yes, rather." He has the good grace to chuckle at her quip. "Let none say a man cannot learn from his mistakes." Another quip sip and the glass as he thought about her question. "I'm enjoying it enough, though I find this musical evening much needed after the grim mood earlier." Leovall tactfully avoids commenting on the specifics. "Tell me Lady Mariessa, are all Reach Lords such fine hosts?" This was said sincerely and without any subtle, or otherwise, barb at what had happened.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"Of course," she nodded enthusiastically. "Or rather... in my experience, they all are. I have not visited them all, but I only have fond memories to speak of the hospitality I have experienced."

Mari smiled pleasantly as she turned the glass in her hand. "The Reach is some of the most bountiful lands in all seven kingdoms; and gatherings like these are a chance to share in the bounty that is given to us by the gods with all who come to visit, be it our neighbours or those who cross land and water to come - like you and your family have. I can only hope they are enjoying themselves as much as you are?"