A Visit from the Targaryen's

A Visit from the Targaryen's - RP Log submitted by Jude Hunt

Aeron Targaryen raises an eyebrow and says with a little smile "Your Grace. It is such a wonderful place you rule today." With the smile fainting from his face he adds "Personally I am a great admirer of beauty, my lady, and it would be terrible if all this was someday ruined because of hesitation."

Tiberius Baelor Hightower places his hand on his blade "Stranger, you would do most well not to speak so to her Grace."

Yseulte Mistwood Hoovers behind one of the great columns, looking around, wondering why she had been summoned.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell watches the silver haired lord with a cool expression on her face, and the smile she offers him does not reach her green eyes. "I am glad we have something in common then, my lord. However, where I come from it is not customary to joke lightly about destruction or loss ... as some might take them seriously and consider them threats." Her eyes notice the movement by the door, and she sees the guards escort the Highgarden nobles in, who she has sent for. "Noble lords Hightower and Conkly, ladies Tarly and Hunt, this is Lord Targaryen of Dragonstone."

Yseulte Mistwood Turns to the silver haired man and curtsies.

Tiberius Baelor Hightower nods curtly. "Tiberius Hightower of Oldtown, and greetings to my Queens realm."

Jude Hunt curtsies to her Queen "Your Grace" and then turns to the stranger and nods, stepping back to listen further.

Nermal Tomsen steps closer and bows to the queen “Your Grace" and to the stranger "A good day to you mylord"

Aeron Targaryen turns to look at the Lord with a slightly amused look and says "Greetings to You too, My Lord. I do like to see bravery and loyality to your Queen." Turning back to the Queen he says with an almost charming smile "Your Grace, your wisdom is as beautiful as you appearance, I would never doubt it. Alas, my opinion is not always the only one" He bows and leaves with swift strides

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  motions for his House Guard to escort the man on his way out.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell narrows her eyes slightly as she watches the Lord of Dragonstone leave. Then she takes a breath and looks at the nobles she has had summoned, Lady Hunt, lady Tarly, Lord Hightower and Lord Conklyn. No guards and no other people would have been admitted to the audience chamber. She studies their faces for a moment, then says, "Take a seat, sers."

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  "Yes your Grace."

Jude Hunt frowns thinking over the situation and nods at the Queen's request, making her way over to the table and taking a seat. She nods to Lord Hightower who is already seated "My Lord"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  smiles and nods. "My Lady."

Yseulte Mistwood Remains standing since the Queen had directed the sers to sit but not the ladies.

Nermal Tomsen wondering "Well, who was this stranger?" Bows and seats

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell waits for the nobles to be seated, then motions for a servant to bring wine. She accepts a cup herself too, and takes a sip. "As some or all of you may know, Lord Tarly has returned from his imprisonment. He seems rather severely wounded and have been mistreated by Allyn Gardener and his vassals. At the moment he is being cared for at his home."

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  "Word had not reached me, this is great news indeed"

Yseulte Mistwood Looks up at the Queen curiously

Yseulte Mistwood curiously

Jude Hunt takes a deep breath knowing what a bad state Lord Tarly is in and she briefly glances at Lady Tarly to see if she reacts. What this has to do with the recent visitor she is still unsure.

Nermal Tomsen nods "Yes, he returned in a bad shape and needs to recover for some time." Looking at the wine but not taking one right now "So, there are other news?" Looking at the queen

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  never one to turn away a drink, pours himself a glass.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell looks at all of them, her eyes lingering on each of their faces. "Lord Tarly has given a report to Lord Conklyn and sent me a letter with the same report as well, which bears his signature and seal. Lord Tarly was not only released for humanity or mercy. He bears a message from Allyn Gardener as well. Gardener has several suuporters and was able to flee after the defeat of Grassy Vale. How many these traitors are, or whose houses they belong to, Lord Tarly claims he does not know, as he was kept blindfolded. Lord Nermal, have you got any additions to this?"

Nermal Tomsen nods "Lord Tarly thinks it was in the eastern parts of the reach where they too him. But he could not tell for sure, nor their strength. So he said. Nothing more to add for this point"

Jude Hunt listens intently to Lord Conklyn, still unsure how this story sounds......could Lord Tarly really have seen nothing during his capture

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  not really knowing Lord Tarly but for his brief visits to court before his summons after the passing of Jorah but knowing that his brother never trusted the man.

Yseulte Mistwood Having only heard her husband mention that he had been blindfolded, she sits quietly, looking from the Queen to Lord Nermal then back, not sure what this means to the kingdom.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell waits for a few moments, she nods at Lord Nermal. "That is what Lord Tarly reports. We have no means of hunting down the Gardener troops without knowledge about their whereabouts, or who the supporters are. Some of you will certainly remember that Lord Florent went missing and seems to have run over to Gardener at the beginning of the war. But there must be more supporters. Now ... the message Lord Tarly was supposed to bring ... " She takes a deep breath. "Gardener has captered my brother, Prince Nik Lannister."

Yseulte Mistwood Her eyes widen

Nermal Tomsen shakes his head "Lord Tarly is a man of honour.." Looking at the others at the table "Thats the second news, Lord tarly delivered. Together iwht a message. And I asume that why this visitor was here before"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  the shock apparent on his face. "I shall raise my bannerman at once your Grace."

Jude Hunt raises her eyebrows in surprise, she was not expecting this and looks at the Queen gravely "My sympathies Your Grace. Have they asked for something in return for his release?"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  eyebrow arches in question. "An what was this message.?"

Yseulte Mistwood Eyes the size of saucers she only looks at the faces about her

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell takes a deep sip of wine, then holds the cup in her hands, her jaw set as in stone. "I thank you for your sympathy and for loyalty. I have already sent a raven to my eldest brother, King Tyrellious of Casterly Rock. This is a provocation we cannot let go unanswered." She breathes in and out. "Unfortunately he has not sent any release terms ... Now ... for my visitor from before. YOu may have noticed the dragon guards outside the castle. Lord Targaryen of Dragonstone and his mother, the lady of Dragonstone, have arrived and wish to establish a treaty. As some of you may recall, we owe them ... a female warrior and a dragon - the lives of our army and the victory at Grassy Vale."

Yseulte Mistwood relaxes a little and nods

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  hopes the debt is worth the loan.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell sees the look of doubt on Lord Hightower's face and looks at him. With a cool voice she says, "His Grace, my lord husband, would have died there, together with all others, as the siege was a ruse, and the armies of the Gardener and Baratheon traitor had built a trap. Fortunately, the Targyryens had business with the Baratheon themselves, as he seemingly had betrayed a promise to them."

Jude Hunt feels suddenly tense at the talk of the Grassy Vale and is still unsure she can believe in things like Dragons. But listening to her Queen the thought of a treaty may mean having friends in high places "What are the terms of the treaty Your Grace or is that yet to be established?"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  does not like this development in the least, distrustfull of all not of his House or his Kings. "Your Grace, mine eyes will be on them. Perhaps not mine own eyes, but eyes I own to be sure."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell leans a bit forward. "I have not seen the dragon with my eyes, but Lord Conklyn here has. Perhaps he can tell everyone here what such a beast means, and what power the rider yields. This rider let her dragon set more than thousand Baratheon followers on fire ... And you have seen the Lord. He is offering friendship, but I do not trust any Dragon Lords. However, his friendship is ... *much* better than his wrath. We cannot withstand the fire of dragons, not after this war, and probably also not without it."

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  "Is this true my Lord? I was taught, as they do a tthe Citadel, that dragons are only stories, like those of the DIrewolf they tell in the north."

Yseulte Mistwood sits back, pondering the words, quietly listening so she can report accurately to her Lord Husband this important news

Nermal Tomsen nods with a dark expresision "As the queen said, i saw this dragon, how it burned the army and ate that baratheon. i hate those beasts" Sighing "So this is somehow a tricky situation, isnt it? we got to safe her graces brother and not anger the dragon owners"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  "I will send a Raven to the Council of Archmaesters, so that we may have there guidance as well."

Nermal Tomsen shakes his head "we better talk about htis first before we spread the news all over the world"

Jude Hunt sits up, concern on her face and looks to the Queen "You are of course right in what you say My Queen, but does this mean that the Targyryens will own the world if they wield the power of these beasts. What standing will Highgarden have, are we forever to be at their disposal?" she nods to a maid who brings her a cup of wine and she drinks deeply.

Yseulte Mistwood "Their breeding."

Yseulte Mistwood Raises her eyebrow and looks at Lord Nermal.

Nermal Tomsen nods "The message from the gardener Lorda tarly brought with him " If Highgarden affiliates more with the targaryens and their dragons, the Lannister prince will die."" taking a cuo of wine now but truning it in his handes "So for now we cannot fight dragons, by all mean we cannot win against even one. so there must be politics. But ... we got to get the brother of her grace back. and that wont be easy. we searched the reach for a month and dint find a trace of them . so the warband must be rather small and on the move"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  "How are we to keep news of this Targaryen in our own city from the Gardener traitor?"

Yseulte Mistwood looks about the room, thinking that news is probably already on it's way to the traitor but remains quiet in this room of people far wiser than she on matters of politics.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell again looks at the noble lords and ladies. "I wish to hear your assessment of the situation. What do you suggest?" She leans back and takes another sip of wine.

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  sighs "I sugget we seal the ports an gates, gather all information on what ships, mechants, peasant, even goats, that have left this city since the arrival of this Targareyen."

Nermal Tomsen smiles "Maybe we can get the Targaryens to help us with this case. They might also consider they want friends here who owe them, rather than allies they cannot be sure of"

Yseulte Mistwood Takes one of the glasses of wine, sips and listens.

Jude Hunt looks thoughtful for a moment, she wonders if there is a way that the treaty could work in their favor "Forgive me if this is a foolish suggestion, but what if we asked the Targyryens to aid us in the rescue of your brother to speed up the treaty.....it could be one of our terms. They clearly do not want to conquer and destroy or would have not come to you." She looks at each of her table companions and wonders their thoughts

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell sighs. "We have no treaty so far. He has suggested one. I wish to hear all of your opinions on how to deal with both House Targaryen and House Gardener ... And do not forget the fate of my brother. I want him back ... alive." She speaks the last few words in a very decisive manner,

Jude Hunt nods to Lord Conklyn, my words precisely, they may have the upper hand with their winged beasts, but they still need to show us an act of loyalty to earn ours in return.

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  thinks it is best to bend then break, as that is how his family had ruled the honeywine region wince the dawn of days.

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  ponders a moment before replying to his Queen. "I still say we try our best to contain the situation as bet we can to allow us more time to assess the situation. We must of course placate these dragons as best we can without seeming in need of them or they are sure to to use that to an advantage."

Yseulte Mistwood "Does the Targaryean know of your brother's situation?"

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell drinks slowly, with tiny sips, more as if she is just wanting to 'do' something, and listens. "I do not think that the Targaryen knows of Prince Nik. And I believe that it must be carefully decided, which information can leave this room ..."

Nermal Tomsen nods in agreement "Better not too much to be told. And for myself, i have no wish to talk to this arrogant bunch"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  "Not a word will leave my lips your Grace."

Yseulte Mistwood "I would advise caution with regard to approaching the Targaryean about helping with recovering your brother. We are already beholden to them and they are very aware of it."

Jude Hunt looks up to the ceiling and traces the line of the stone with her eyes, seeing how small cracks are forming, just as cracks in their city armor is forming with this new situation. Then another thought occurs to her and she looks up at the Queen "What about a union Your Grace between a member of the Tyrell family and a member of the Targaryean family.....to unit us and bring us to their level. Someone once said keep your friends close and your enemies even closer"

Yseulte Mistwood Rises and curtsies to the King.

Jude Hunt stands as she sees the King enter and curtsies to him "Greetings Your Grace, good to see you up and about today"

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  stands as his King enters. "My King."

Bandor Tyrell walks quickly and sits next to his wife, "Please keep your seats and continue."

Nermal Tomsen bows to the King "Good to see you, your grace"

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell nods, pondering the nobles' words. "We will not be able to contain the information about the Targaryens having landed though ... people have surely seen their black and red dragon guards and the three headed dragon banners..." She frowns slightly at Lady Jude, but does not comment. "My king!" she says, "Have the maesters allowed you to rise again?" Her eyes look at him with concern.

Bandor Tyrell "May the others take the maesters. Their will be damned, it is time I return to the world of the living."

Tiberius Baelor Hightower  smiles wide. "Long live the King"

Nermal Tomsen grins "Long live the King!"

Bandor Tyrell nods his head in recognition of the well wishes of the court...

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell throws a glance at her husband's face, which looks pale to her, and she sighs softly, but does not comment. "Lord Hightower, return to your tower and call your banners, but not openly. Send them ravens to be prepared. I will infrom His Grace of what we spoke."

Nermal Tomsen nods "So we are dismissed until further councils?. i am sure there will be one soon again"

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell glances at the king, then nods at Lord Conklyn. "Lord Comklyn, devise another plan to scan the areas, which seem most probable to offer room for a warband. Wastelands, woods, the river. Perhaps Lord tarly is able to remember some important details."

Nermal Tomsen stands and bows "Yes Your Grace. Will do it at once." takes his leave

Jude Hunt rises from her seat and curtsies "May I be of service to you My King, My Queen then you only need ask" and she waits for instruction or dismissal

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell looks at lady Hunt. "Lady Hunt ... we may need gold ... a lot of gold, and someone to manage how to attain more, and to spend it wisely. You have been very effective so far, and we are very pleased with your performance with all the merchants. Come forth ..."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell waves a servant close, who brings a small wooden box. She stands and her eyes meet Jude's. "Lady Hunt .. in the name of the Crown, we .." she looks at her husband and smiles softly, "We name you Mistress of Coin for the realm. Take this necklace and these keys, and serve us as faithfully and well as you have before."

Yseulte Mistwood smiles and claps softly for her friend.

Jude Hunt looks stunned for a moment, not expecting such an honor and she bows her head and takes the box given to her "I accept this honor with all that I am and can be and hope I do the title justice. Thank you Your Grace" she curtsies deeply

Bandor Tyrell "Lady Hunt, your service has been invaluable thus far. We entrust you with a position of high authority. I trust you to not disappoint us."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell smiles slightly and nods after the king has spoken. "Lady Hunt ... you will in the following days to come need to confer with the steward and several bookkeepers. I wish you to know the books as soon as possible. We may need gold, and the renovations of the city have cost a lot .. Come back with reports as soon as possible."

Jude Hunt keeping her head bowed takes a deep breath her head reeling from this event "I will not disappoint you My King, My Queen and you honor me with this"

Jude Hunt curtsies looking up and smiling "I will do ask you ask Your Grace”

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell studies Yseulte's face for a while, and their eyes meet. "Lady Tarly. Please give our well wishes to your Lord Husband. Anything that he remembers will be of great value." She pauses and it seems as if she wants to say more, but then refrains from it. "Perhaps we can speak more later, Lady Yseulte, as it might be women's talk, and His Grace might be bored by it ..."

Yseulte Mistwood curtsies deeply. "Of course Your Grace. Summon me when you have a moment."

Bandor Tyrell chuckles, "Yes, I bore quickly when surrounded by women."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell sighs. "My King. Lord Tarly has returned from Allyn Gardener's imprisonment. We is bruised and wounded and seems to have been mistreated badly. He was set free to bring a message though ... that Gardener has captured my brother, prince Nik." She swallows hard. "Should we affiliate with the Targaryens or their dragons, that is his messgae, he will kill my brother ... And just imagine, what a coincidence, today the Lord of House targaryen landed here and spoke to me in this very room about a treaty ..."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell turns towards Lady Tarly. "Yes, Lady Yseulte, you are excused. Give our regard to your brave husband."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell *insert ... House Targaryen of Dragonstone, whose dragon we owe the victory and your lives at grassy Vale

Yseulte Mistwood "Thank you Your Grace" she backs away a few steps before turning and moving up the stairs.

Swimming with the Fishes

Swimming with the Fishes - RP Log Submitted by Amber Dunn

Jahar Dunn Anyways..why was everyone here eariler? What did I do now?

Amber Dunn   laughs "Your always doing something...I would hate to hear the newest one"

Cleothyla Manderly   giggles,"We were just on a ride, that's all."

Cleothyla Manderly  I don't think you did anything to make everyone go away.

Jahar Dunn   wipes his brow for it was getting moist.."Ooooh okay was getting worried there"

Jahar Dunn  M'lady Cleo, have you met my sister Amber?

Cleothyla Manderly   cocks her head,"I remember seeing you coming out of the seamstress shop before the ball."

Amber Dunn  "Yes, I would be worried if I was you, the Lady Lannister might not take you back." smiles as she turns and looks to Cleo "I think we met once, outside the seamstress's shop when we were being fitted for the ball?"

Cleothyla Manderly   nods,"I do remember rightly then. It's nice to see you again, Lady Amber. "

Amber Dunn  "Greetings Lady Cleo,Ot I hope the day is finding you well?" she says with a nod of her head in greeting smiling

Cleothyla Manderly   nods,"Yes, it is going well for me. And for you?"

Amber Dunn  "Well besides trying to keep my brother out of trouble, It's going as well, thank you"

Jahar Dunn   shakes his head some at the two.."Okay chickens start clucking "

Cleothyla Manderly   laughs,"Brothers, can't live with them, cannot push them in the midden."

Amber Dunn   grins as she looks over at Jahar "But you can stab them in the ass with an arrow at times...Of course when they through you to the water"

Cleothyla Manderly   giggles,"True. I have several back home. That is why I am glad I'm here."

Jahar Dunn   just looks around smiling happily that he was able to get that dressage for his horse, then frowns at Amber's words "I can not help that that board broke..Perhaps if you didnt gain so much wieght it wouldn't have in the first place"

Amber Dunn   looks over at Cleo "He almost killed me!"

Cleothyla Manderly   looks at the brother and sister sniping at each other and laughs," Lord Jahar, what a thing to say about your sister."

Jahar Dunn   chokes "I almost killed you!? I swam down and hauled you out of the water and all of those fabrics you called a dress it musta wieghed more than a tonne"

Amber Dunn  "Well if you didn't pick me up in first place to throw me it, it would have never happened...So yes...it's your fault all the way...doesn't matter of the board broke..."

Jahar Dunn   glances up to lady Cleo.."You see what I have to put up with...Always blaming me"

Cleothyla Manderly   cannot help giggling,"Oh my, you have an interesting time together."

Amber Dunn   leaning down to the ground, she picks up a loose small stone..."Pick on you?" she says as she stands back up...and quickly she throws the stone in his direction, in attempt to hit him with it...if successful, it would hit him in the shoulder

Jahar Dunn   not seeing the stone it hits him right smack dab on his shoulder with a thumd. His hand automatically coming up to cover and rub the spot.."Aww that hurt! And you are suppose to be acting like a lady..That isn't very lady like"

Cleothyla Manderly   smiles as she dismounts her horse, "Awww, did the lovely lady hurt the big bad lord?"

Amber Dunn   laughs at his words. She puckers her lips and blows a kiss to him "What can I say Jahar, you bring out the best in me"

Jahar Dunn   takes off quickly to close the distance between them so he can smack the 'lovely lady's ass' "Lovely lady my ass. She has wrestled boars and bears before, and now she is suppose to be lady..never going to happen!"

Cleothyla Manderly   giggles,"I am not a proper lady either, Lady Amber. I grew up climbing trees and bare swimming."

Amber Dunn   seeing Jahar moving in her direction, she too does the same to try to escape from only to duck behind Cleo "As the same of you Jahar...a Lord? Yeah right! Lady Tianna can buy you all those fancy clothing...but it will not change you!" grins as she hears Cleo's words "she is my kind of gal!"

Cleothyla Manderly   smiles and continues,"But my aunt taught me that to be a lady is to be true to herself. "

Jahar Dunn   stops looking at the two, Amber behind Cleo.."Just be lucky I'm so very nice.." taking a few steps closer to the two ever so slowly as if he was sneaking up on a flock of fowl..

Cleothyla Manderly   looks at Jahar and laughs,"Remember, my lord, I do know how to use a sword."

Amber Dunn   's smile grows even wider "Oh I really like her! Remember Jahar, I do know how to act like a lady and all proper like when needed. I had all that teaching with our cousin"

Jahar Dunn   eyes the two women, then the river behind them.."Oh thats okay..but I see two very wet ladies in the very near future..."

Cleothyla Manderly   smiles,"Oh really?"

Amber Dunn  "Oh? Is that a promise or a threat Lord Jahar?" laughs, as she would like to see him try, and if he did he might just end up with a piece of flesh missing from her bite

Cleothyla Manderly   runs behind him and pushes him toward the river.

Jahar Dunn   eyes Cleo as she runs away leaving his sister, then feeling the shove in the back he stampers forward, catching Amber in his arms as he tries to regain his balance with her too.."Oh shit!"

Cleothyla Manderly   giggles,"Lady Amber, are you alright?

Amber Dunn   caught totally off guard as jahar stumbles foward and tries to use her for support, but of course with no such luck...she falls to the ground, but in time to wrap her arms around Jahar and drag him down to the ground with her.. Using all her weight, she pushes against him, making them roll closer to the water's edge

Cleothyla Manderly   runs over and grabs Lady Amber's arm as it flys by and hold onto it.

Jahar Dunn   falling in such a way as he tries not to hurt his sister, landing upon his shoulder with a crunch then a roll as that twit pushes at him so to roll the rest of the way into the water..But just at the last moment he reaches out in an attempt to grab her arm and pull her with him..If it works she too will slide in with him..

Cleothyla Manderly   feels his hand grab at her sleeve and she loses her balance and they all roll into the river together.

Jahar Dunn   him being on the bottom of it all and most under the water, starts to push up at the two bodies so they can surface first as he holds his breath..fabric, sea weed and other things floating before his eyes...

Amber Dunn   rolls along the the two...yelling at Jahar all the way "I....amm...going...too...get....you...." as she all of a sudden feels the cold water hitting her "Ahhhh"

Cleothyla Manderly   falls into the cold water and feels angry at herself for getting everyone in this mess and struggles to surface.

Jahar Dunn   holds his breath then lets it all out as knee or elbow from one of the slams into his stomach..bubbles explode on the surface

Amber Dunn   pushes up to the surface of the water, thanking the gods that she didn't not have one of those heavy skirts on today...her feet and arms moving fast in the water...feeling herself hitting something...but thinks it's just a branch in the water

Cleothyla Manderly   allows her instincts to take over and pushes for the surface, but her dress is very heavy and her strength fails her at the last minute and she blacks out.

Jahar Dunn   still under water he tries to breath sucking in water instead..the light from the water's edge above him fades.

Amber Dunn   coming to the surface, she wades in the water...looking for the two others....she see a bit of bubbles next to her and a hit of red locks that seem to cascade in the water but then...as quick as she saw it is as how quick it seems to sink down again.."Oh...god.." she screams as she dives down into the water, she was a good swimmer at least..Feeling around, she grabs a hold of cleo's arm...and tries to haul her up to the surface, but the water the skirt collected makes it hard. so she just swims down lower and yanks the skirt off her, freeing her from the trap of it...once again she grabs her arm and yanks her up with her returning to the surface

Jahar Dunn   the current grabs hold of him while he sinks deep into the stream..twriling around his body finally floating to the surface some yards downstream. An outstretched hand snagging a root that twists his body around so it is pushed ashore but he doesnt breath and his eyes are shut...

Cleothyla Manderly   inhales and begins coughing as she sees Amber is holding her up and realizes her skirt is gone and she's much lighter. They clamber to the shore and look around and sees Jahar farther downstream ashore but not moving. She screams for Amber to help her as they drag him futher up the bank.

Amber Dunn   coughs as she moves to the shore, expecting to see Jahar there laughing at them. But then she hears Cleo's scream, she turns quickly only to see Jahar's bodys snagged on a root and half upon the shore. Taking Cleo's hand "Oh my god" she screams and she pulls her along with her to Jahar...stopping as they reach him, the two together drag him further up upon the shore. She rolls Jahar to the side, and starts to slap his back hard, in hopes to push out any water

Jahar Dunn   not feeling anything at the moment, his body just jerks with each of Amber's slaps. His face however is covered in strings of wet weeds and other plants, but no life shows

Cleothyla Manderly   helps roll him over and decides to blow air into his lungs. so she covers his mouth with hers and blows air into his lungs. After no response, she tries again, seeing his chest rise a little. She tries one more time, crying silently that it will work.

Jahar Dunn   laying upon his back his arms out to either side as Cleo blows into his mouth but his nose is uncovered and the air goes right back out without making it to his water filled lungs

Amber Dunn   reaches down as she watches Cleo trying to get him to breath, she starts to pull away the weeds and such from his face...she then moves down as she remembers seeing this once..slides her body over his and starts to push on his chest hard, as to make it move and accept the air Cleo is trying to give him.

Cleothyla Manderly   feels the air on her cheek and realizes her mistake and pinches his nose shut while she breaths into his lungs again. Spacing the chest compressions with the breathing, they work to wake him

Jahar Dunn   his chest raises much further this time only to be pressed downward by his sister's compressions..A cough..then nothing..

Amber Dunn   growls though more of one of being upset and scared...she turns around and punches him hard in the gut, as to force the water up and him to gasp out "Damn it Jahar! Your not going to die on my watch!"

Cleothyla Manderly   looks at Amber startled and breaths one more time into his mouth.

Jahar Dunn   the punch sinks his stomach forcing water from his lungs and into his mouth, spurting up into Cleo's face as she comes down to give him breath

Cleothyla Manderly   blinks as she gets a faceful of water from Jahar's mouth.

Amber Dunn   holding her fist in the air, as she was ready to the water spiting up. she then watches his chest to see if it starts moving yet..."Come on Jahar...stay with us..."

Jahar Dunn   coughs, chokes and gags as he tries to inhale. Turning his head then reaching with his arms over to cover his burning chest as he does his best to catch a breath...

Cleothyla Manderly   wipes her eyes as she sees him move and falls back out of the way.

Amber Dunn   smiles down at him...then slides her body off of his "Good...I would hate to have to explain your death!" she says softly...letting out a sigh of relief...she never liked to show emotions, she turns her head some to wipe the bit of tears from her eyes...knowing if he saw it he would never let her live it down

Jahar Dunn   holding his stomach as he rolls to his side spitting up water as is comes up as well as choking as air replaces the water..."Oh gods, you women need to learn how to swim and not step on people under you...ahhhh"

Cleothyla Manderly   fights the shakes as she looks at him with relief and sits down, hating her impulsiveness.

Amber Dunn   looking at cleo, she smiles at her "thank you for all you did for him" then noticing her shivering "We all should move into the house and warm up some by the fire"

Jahar Dunn   his body still needing to choke for a bit, before he turns his head some to look around at the two women with a smile between chokes.."Where did you get the mule?"

Amber Dunn  "Huh?" she says with a puzzled look on her face as she is confused with Jahar's word "A Mule?"

Jahar Dunn   opens his tunic up and there just below his chest is a large red mark in perfect placement from where Amber hit him.." Yeah the mule that hit me"

Amber Dunn   raises her hand, trying to give him the sweetest smile she can "Umm...I guess I would be that ass"

Cleothyla Manderly  nods and giggles a little, shivering harder, as her body begins coming off its adrenaline high.

Jahar Dunn   glances over to Lady Cleo seeing her shake, then to Amber he just gives her a nod before he tries to raise to his feet.."I think Amber is right..lets get to the house "chokes again "and dry off " now standing he holds his hands down to the two women..

Amber Dunn   reaches up and takes his hand letting him pull her to her feet

Cleothyla Manderly   grabs the offered hand and allows him to pull her up.

Jahar Dunn   taking each of their hands in his he leans up t his full height pulling each to their feet only twisting Amber around some so to give her a hug.."Oh what a day..now the swimming is done how about some warm wine.."

Amber Dunn  "if you both will excuse me, I will go and change then get us some fine wine. Please make yourself at home Cleo"

Jahar Dunn   as he walks in, he slowly removes his soaked tunic. moving through the living room he holds it then tosses the dripping fabric upon the kitchen table with another choking gag.

Cleothyla Manderly   follows them to their house and once inside collapses on a couch, moaning the fact that she was getting it wet.

Jahar Dunn   coming back to the living room he crouches down before the fire, adding some more logs to the tiny fire.."Hey Amber do you have something for the Lady to put on?"

Amber Dunn  "So, Is there any type of wine you like best My Lady?"

Cleothyla Manderly   shakes my head as her teeth chatters,"N-no, it do-doesn't matter to m-me."

Amber Dunn  "Of course, I have something, If you go upstairs to the right is my room. you can help yourself to anything. I am one that is not a fashion plate though"

Jahar Dunn   wiggles his toes in his boots as they are still filled with water as he just sits there feeling the heat of the growing fire..

Amber Dunn   moves by the fire, though she is in dry clothing, she is still chilled to the bone...she places her hands in front of it "You should go up and change as well Jahar" she says as she turns around and looks at him

Jahar Dunn   nods some as he watches her.."I'll wait till she is dressed, not want to scare her as I walk down the hall. But hey..come here a second please.."

Amber Dunn   smiles as she walks over to him, stopping just in front of him "Yes? Jahar"

Jahar Dunn   reaching his hand up for her to take.."I wanted to tell you something.."

Amber Dunn   reaches out and takes his hand...though she is a bit worried as what he might do to her "What jahar?"

Cleothyla Manderly   walks upstairs and goes into a bedroom and starts removing the sodden ruins of her dress, finds a bathing cloth and towels herself off, and finds a lovely green gown and puts it on. Then she goes to the stairs and comes back to the living room.

Jahar Dunn   leans forward only to place some kisses upon her belly.."Nothing much, just thank you my love"

Amber Dunn   blushes as she hears his words "Well what is family for Jahar" se turns and sees Cleo in a green gown "Oh that looks wonderful on you" she slides her hand from Jahar's and turns to go to the kitchen "Sorry to say that us poor noble family has yet to find a servant. Let me get the wine"

Jahar Dunn   standing up as Cleo comes down he leans his smiles upon his lips, "Yes I agree the dress fits the lady very well indeed. Please make yourself at home close to the fire so you can warm up.."

Cleothyla Manderly   kneels before the fire, pointedly ignoring the exchange between brother and sister, allowing the warmth from the fire to wash over her and begin to warm her.

Amber Dunn   moves into the kitchen, she takes down a tray from the top shelf and places it on the table, next she moves to get 3 mugs and places them on the tray. She then goes and looks at to see what wine they might have. Of course, some sweet arbor gold...that will due nicely. Smiles as she forget that she had it, but the Lady Lannister had brought it over since it was her favorite and she had been working on refining her some to teach her noble ways

Jahar Dunn   coming back down the stairs now nice and comfortable for he wasn't planning on going out for the rest of the night..seeing Cleo still infront on the first warming herself he silently moves behind her so to lay his hands upon her shoulders.."Come we dont need you to catch fire, please have a seat on the couch"

Amber Dunn   picks up the tray and moves into the seating room...she places the tray on the table and smiles to Jahar "I am not strong enough to get that bottle open...." of course she was, but she wasn't in the mood to serve him...like him do it...

Cleothyla Manderly   starts to sit on the are of the couch that she'd gotten wet earlier and then moved to the other side.

Jahar Dunn   reaches over taking the bottle from the tray that Amber brought in. "Gee, now my new mule is weak.." With a twist of his wrist he turns and pulls the cork off only to lean back over and filling the mugs to their brims "Drink up, and waste not a drop you two..now is not the time to be lady like."

Amber Dunn   smiles as she picks up the mug and takes a large sip of it...the sweet liquid filing her mouth, and giving her warmth in feeling as she swallows it

Cleothyla Manderly   takes the mug and sips at the wine, feeling a heat start warming her from the inside, like the fire did on the outside.

Jahar Dunn   watching the two, he motions to Cleo.."Nah nah..not in this house. drink not sip.." reaches over taking his own mug taking a long slow drink so he doesnt choke on it

Cleothyla Manderly   giggles, and takes a large drink of the sweet wine, allowing the alcohol to relax her further and stop her shivering.

Closing of the Harvest Faire / OOC Picnic

Closing of the Harvest Faire / OOC Picnic
No Log, but just some wonderful pictures to share. Thank You to all for a wonderful week!  And of course, these awesome shots!

All having a grand time - Dancing and Chatting

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Lord Tarly Returns...With Bad News

Lord Tarly Returns...With Bad News - RP Log Submitted by Nermal Tomsen

Nermal Tomsen running to the man and recoginzing him when close "Lord Tarly! It is you! A miracle, where have you been, how are you? you need a rest and a medic!"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) eyes widen as she spots the man bandaged and limping,"My Lord Tarly, welcome home!

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) limps over the cobblestones, slowly draggong his leg behind and using a crutch. Trying to walk as straight as possible, he increases the speed of his steps when he hears Nermal shout . Exhausstion on his bruised face, he stops and nods at the ranger and the lady. "Good day ... forgive me, I cannot bow well ..."

Nermal Tomsen steps close and helps lord Taryl "Come to the rangers tower, i will send word to your wife. You need to rest and i get a medic at once"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) shakes her head,"No reason to apologise, my lord."

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla): Would you like help, Lord Conklyn?

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla): I can get his lady.

Nermal Tomsen nods to Lady Cleao: "If you could call Lady Tarly?"

Nermal Tomsen: "Thank you, Lady Cleo"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) curtsies.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) straightens and tries to brush off Nermal's hand without appearing without manners. "I will walk ... I have walked most of the way." His face looks grim, and he clenches his chin, then nods at nermal and follows him.

 Nermal Tomsen pours Lord Tarly a cup of wine and offers it to him "Mylord, you look awfull. I have sent for a medic. he will be here in a minute i hope" Wondering "Its great you made it back. Where have you been? I couldnt find any trace of you!"

Yseulte Mistwood: BURSTS into the tower's lower room, looking around.......

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) collapses on a bench, panting.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) sits down slowly, a thankful slanted grin on his lips as he takes the wine and drowns it, as the door is flung open and he looks up to see Lady Cleo and his lady wife enter.

Yseulte Mistwood: She spots him sitting at a table and stops, looking at him, taking in his bandages and apparent injuries. She swallows hard, taking a deep breath, schooling herself to calm down and not embarrass him or the Tarly House. "M'Lord" her voice shakes and her legs barely support her as she curtsies.

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) reaches out to catch her as she suddenly collapses.

Nermal Tomsen nods at Lady Yse seeing her trembel: "I sent for the medic. would you please sit down, mmylady. you are rather pale"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) helps Lady Yse to a chair and helps her sit.

Yseulte Mistwood: Leaning on Cleo for a moment I nod at Lord Nermal's words and make my way, on unsteady legs, to the chair across from Gared.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) catches his wife's eyes and looks at her, as she drops in the chair opposite him, taking a deep breath. He nods briefly and touches her hand with a bandaged one for a moment, then draws his hand back. "I am alive ... I have seen worse." He looks around the room, then at Nermal. "You have kept the place in order," he mentions.

Yseulte Mistwood: She stares at his gaunt and bruised face as he touches her hand. "Where have you been?" she asks in a soft wavering voice, fighting the tears that threaten to spill out.

Nermal Tomsen nods "Of course i have, Lord Tarly." smlining "Glad you noticed. But how about you? I was searching for you and the Gardener for one month. It was cursed. Not a single trace of you!"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) holds out the empty cup for more wine and looks at Yseulte, then at Nermal. "I cannot tell you where exactly I have been for all these weeks - they kept me blindfolded. I only know that we were moving, and by the smell of the air and the ground under my boots I believe that I was taken through the eastern part of the Reach. When they finally decided to release me, the left me bound and in an empty cabin in the woods a few days east of highgarden."

Yseulte Mistwood: "Food" she stammers. "Nermal, he needs some food. Some heavy beef broth and bread." I look into his battered face, longing to touch him. "Why did they let you go?"

Nermal Tomsen shakes his head: "The eastern part. They must have been hiding real well.2 Getting a plate with cold meat and more wine "Yes of course. Here you are. Where is this medic when you need him?" Sending a ranger to the inn to get some warm food "We will find a transport to your tower, mylord"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) nods at Nermal and drinks more from the wine. "Thank you." He grins at Yseulte, but the faint grin does not light up his haggard and gaunt face . His pale blue eyes look grim. "I cannot rest. I need to see the King. Why they let me go? I think they have someone else now they can ransom ..."

Yseulte Mistwood: "The King is not well. And neither are you. You must rest, m'Lord!" a hint of panic in her voice at the possibility that she will be kept from him even more.

Nermal Tomsen nods at Lady Yses words: "Yes, that true. The King hasnt been seen to often lately. They say the arrow wound is bad again. And we will find out soon eonough why they have let you go. Thank the gods they did"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) throws a glance at Lady Cleo, who seems to be listening intently, but has stayed silent, then lets his eyes meet first Yse's, then Nermal's. "The king is not well? What is it? I need to make my reports ..." He presses his lips together.

Yseulte Mistwood: "Your reports can wait!" she blurts out then raises her hand to her mouth. In a much softer tone "I mean ......... " I look up at Nermal.

Nermal Tomsen nods again at Lord Tarly "Yes, those arrow wounds are bad, he stays most of the time in his chambers. Usually the queen runs the royal duties at the moment." sighs "Even the little prince surley need a lot of time too" looking at Lady Tarly "I am not sure if the reports can wait, but we should see to transport Lord Tarly to your house and get the medic as soon as possible"

Yseulte Mistwood: "Oh yes, please!" She looks from Nermal to her husband, reaching a slender graceful hand across the table towards him. "Perhaps someone can come to you, m'Lord, and take the report. You need care.........." the expression on her face softens as she looks at him.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) stares at Nermal, his eyes hard. Then he slightly shakes his head and scratches his chin. His face seems battered and bruised, some of the bruises older and fading, and some appear rather fresh. "The queen ... I see. So she has born him a son?" His gaze flickers over to Yseulte for an instant. "I will confer with you then, Lord Nermal. Someone must know. And I suppose the Lannister woman will be interested to hear what words Allyn Gardener sends."

Yseulte Mistwood: She see's the hard look in his eyes and her insides clench.

Nermal Tomsen looks a bit suprised: "Yes mylord. as you wish" shaking his head looking over him "But you must get some help and treatment, you look awfull"

Yseulte Mistwood: Swallowing hard, her gaze on the table "M'Lord. May Lord Nermal come to you at your house?

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) laughs. "I suppose I do look terrible. Being captive in the hands of brigands and upstart captains probably does not improve ones charms." He turns serious again. "I will not drive a maester looking after me away. Yes, of course, he may. But I need to share Gardener's words before. The Seven know what will happen ..."

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) looks at everyone and is happy that her friend's husband has returned and saddened that he is hurt, She hopes that she's been a help to her.

Nermal Tomsen nods may i suggest that Lady Tarly and Lady Cleo go to your house to prepare everything and i will see a transport. so you can tell me the message for the graces?"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) nods briefly. "That will do." He grimaces when he shifts on his chair to take a slice of cold meat.

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) smiles,"Come, Lady Yse, let us go get things prepared."

Yseulte Mistwood: "No" she whimpers quietly then inhales deeply and nods, realizing that is the correct thing to do. "Very good, Lord Nermal." She rises, moves to her husbands side, bends over and very very gently places a kiss on his forehead.

Yseulte Mistwood: before leaving the tower with Lady Cleo.

Nermal Tomsen bows at the Ladies leaving "He will be with you in a moment"

Yseulte Mistwood: boldly and blatantly eaves dropping

Yseulte Mistwood: before leaving the tower with Lady Cleo.

Nermal Tomsen bows at the Ladies leaving "He will be with you in a moment"

Yseulte Mistwood: boldly and blatantly eaves dropping

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) smiles at her curiousity.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) eats a few bites. "Sit. It makes me nervous to see you standing there.... I will make it brief. I was not able to get a good glimpse at the forces, that have managed to flee Grassy Vale. They may be many, or few, it shames me, but I cannot say. The kept me blindfolded, and dragged me behind them most of the time, when not on a cart. Many of them are outlaws, that I am sure of. Now - why did he let me go ... I will tell you. They have the queen's brother."

Nermal Tomsen sighs: "they have the queens brother! That are grave news indeed. he did well during the grassy vale battle." shaking his head "do you know how he was being captured? Or in which direction the move?"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) gulps down more wine. "Ahh, it is good to not have to eat morsels and scraps.They seem to have chanced upon the Lannister prince when he was returning with only a small escort. I do not know, where they are heading ... And Gardener sends these words ... If Highgarden affiliates more with the targaryens and their dragons, the Lannister prince will die." He pauses shorty and adds in a low voice, "Not that it would sadden me much. That man has no honour."

Nermal Tomsen looks at Lord Tarly with a blank expression: "I will report that to the Graces of course. Now we got to have you in a bed. I will escort you to your tower"

Harvest Faire Joust Tournament

Photos from the Harvest Faire Joust Tournament

Participants in the Joust

Waiting the Joust

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The Introduction of Casiopa Stone

The Introduction of Casiopa Stone - RP Log Submitted by Casiopa Xue

Raven Midal smiles as she spots Casi. "Ah, there you are," she murmurs. "Rhys did not lie when he said that I would not mistake you. You match his description perfectly." She bows. "I am Maara... Rhys and I have long been friends. How was your journey to Highgarden?"

Casiopa Xue looks at the imposing Commander. She shifts from foot to foot a little nervously. "It was quite a journey but thankfully uneventful. Highgarden is a lovely city....ummmm. Ser." Catching herself quickly, a look of confusion rippling across her face. :"I..I mean m'Lady." Sighs in frustration.

Raven Midal laughs warmly. "Please, call me Commander... or simply Maara will do. I am not highborn, and have never gotten used to the affectations." She smiles. "I don't want to keep the Queen waiting... shall we go? Are you ready?"

Casiopa Xue smiles warmly, her body relaxing a little. "Yes Commander. Please I do not want to upset the Queen either. Please lead the way."

Raven Midal takes the knee at Queen Ginevra's feet. "My Queen, please allow me to present the acquaintance of Rhys's that I mentioned a few days ago, Miss Casiopa Stone. She has come to seek an introduction and your guidance in her placement in Highgarden."

Casiopa Xue curtsies low, holding the position. Her heart beats so fiercely she wonders if the whole room can hear.

Raven Midal rises once she's said her piece, and steps off to the side just slightly to allow the girl her audience.

PrincessGinnie nods at Maara, smiling at her lightly, and motions both of them to rise. Then she lets her gaze move towards the young woman. She watches her for a few moments, letting her eyes wander over the dark haired woman's face. "Thank you, Maara. I remember." After a short pause she motions Casopa to step a little closer. "Good day, Casiopa. What brings you here?"

Raven Midal enjoys watching the Queen conduct business when she isn't the sole guard in charge of ensuring her safety. The Kingsguards that are present fulfill that purpose. Untasked, she has the luxury of observing both women present, and a very slight smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as the Queen asks her question.

Casiopa Xue tries desperately not to fidget. Burying her hands into the folds of her skirt, her fingers twist at the soft fabric, trying to dispel the nervousness she feels. "Your Grace. Thank you kindly for this audience. Your guardsmen, Rhys Nieuport is a friend of my uncles. My uncle thought it best that I find placement in a House outside of Lannisport and charged me to Ser Rhys to come to your fair city. He instructed me to seek audience with Your Grace for that purpose."

PrincessGinnie listens to the tale, seemingly calm and relaxed. At one point she exchanges a small smile with her Queensguard. When Casiopa has finished, she sits quietly, not taking her eyes off the young woman. "Ser Rhys ..." she smiles a little. Then she sits up a little more, and continues, "I see. And who will I make displeased by accepting you here?" She smiles, sweetly.

Raven Midal smiles wryly, recalling the first time she stood slackjawed in the presence of a princess, when only minutes before she'd been fidgeting with boredom, wondering what the big deal could *possibly* have been. The rest is history. Introductions such as this always take her back. She clears her throat gently when the Queen counters with her next question. "Your Grace, I should let it be known that Rhys takes full responsibility for this girl, and I think highly of him. As one of my guard, I also consider his obligations mine own." As to the rest of it, she'll let Casi answer that.

Casiopa Xue whimpers a little, bowing her head, lowering her eyes. "Your Grace i mean you no displeasure, I am a simple person only wanting to find some duties that will allow me to live in peace and to serve with honor. I wish no trouble."

Casiopa Xue nods toward the Commander in thanks for her kind words"

PrincessGinnie smooths some fine fabric on her exquisitely stitched long sleeves, and narrows her green eyes. "Casiopa ... Stone ...," she draws out the last word a little. "If I take you in the service of the court or find a position for your skills, you will surely understand that I expect honesty from you. A simple request. A simple answer."

Raven Midal's cheeks flush just faintly for some unknown reason, and she glances aside, not so comfortable with basking in Casi's undoubtedly now-extreme discomfort.

Casiopa Xue raises her eyes, the green in them twinkling with the light of the room. Her nervousness turns into a tinge of fear as she struggles for the right thing to say. "Your Grace. If you find it in your heart to grace me with a position anywhere in your city, you will never have to worry about disloyalty from my heart. I would find it the deepest honor to be allowed to serve here."

PrincessGinnie sits straight for a few more moments, motionless, with her long golden hair flowing over her shoulders and almost make her appear like a statue of old. Then she sighs softly and leans back. The silence fills the room, and only the occasional clicking of some metal on other metal or hard leather, issued by small movements of the guards, break it. The queen keeps her eyes locked with Casiopa's, apparently waiting to hear more.

Raven Midal takes pity on Casi and leans over to whisper, "Be honest with her, girl. Her Grace will understand. Tell her what matter brought you here."

Casiopa Xue looks at the commander, bows her head in despair and lets out a long sigh. Turning back to the Queen, she bows her head. As she speaks, her voice is soft, almost a whisper. A blush begins at the tip of her nose, spreads over her cheeks. "Your Grace, my uncle, Renegar, served in the House of Vladstern for many years. He is the high servant of the House and was kind enough to take me in when I was orphaned. Lord Valdstern is a very prominent merchant in Lannisport. Once I became old enough I served the house as well. But...." hangs her head in shame

PrincessGinnie raises her brow with the hint of a smile as Maara whispers to the dark haired woman, and the Queensguard commander straightens and turns to look away, assuming a watchful position again, scanning the room. The queen nods at Casiopa now, "You served the house well ... or part of the house?"

Casiopa Xue blushes, her brow furrows as she ponders the remark. Something hints that the Queen knows more that she lets on. Casi straightens a little and continues. "Your Grace, i served the House. Seamstress. aided the nurse in her duties, helped in the kitchen. Where ever i was needed. But then something unfortunate happened. The Lord's son, Micah, he....well he. " sighs in frustration.

PrincessGinnie lets her eyes wander over the flushed cheeks of the young woman, and after a while leans back, making herself more comfortable in the large chair. "Come to the point, good woman," she comments in a level tone and sends one of the guards off to fetch her some watered wine.

Casiopa Xue nods, lowering her head and her voice. It becomes soft in tone as she remembers Micah fondly. Micah and i were only a year apart. He the older. We grew up together and were very close...like brother and sister in some ways. But as we grew older, he made known to me his affections for me." Looking at the Queen her tone becomes pleading. "I tried to dissuade him...i did. But he was so persistent. We became...lovers." The last word comes out hushed. "It was eventually found out. He told his father of his intentions to wed me. This did not go over well. I was commanded to cease. And i did. But Micah would not let it go."

PrincessGinnie watches the woman with a gaze that could be well indifference or also interest, her face does not betray it. She accepts a goblet of watered Arbor Gold from a servant and waves her away absent-mindedly. After taking a sip of the wine, she keeps quiet for a few moments, turning the goblet in her elegant hands. "Most men will always follow their passions, when they are allowed to," she finally says dryly. "What happened then?"

Casiopa Xue nods. "Lord Valdstern gave my uncle a choice. Either i was to be put to death to end it...or i was to be sent away. They both decided that as long as i was out of the way, Micha would eventually find another more suitable Lady to avert his affections toward. That was when Your guardsman, Rhys Nieuport ran into my uncle on his visit to Lannisport. They were friends from the past. Ser Rhys kindly agreed to bring me here as his charge and to petition You for sanctuary and a position here in HighGarden Your Grace."

PrincessGinnie throws a glance at Maara, who at some points has seemingly found interest in the conversation again, but generally keeps on her post, looking stern. The queen turns the richly carved goblet in her hands, apparently watching some of the patterns or perhaps the wine inside, then takes a small sip again. "Rhys has been a loyal guard in the Lannister elite Guard for many years. This has been the first time he has ever asked anything, so I suppose you must be important to him. See to it that you don't become ... too important to him. I do not want feuds or discord over a woman here." She narrows her eyes a little, waiting for a reaction, before she continues.
Casiopa Xue bows her head, a deep crimson rushing across her cheeks. "Your Grace, Ser Rhys...he...well he is so kind. I owe him my life. But he is like a father...i could not....well it would just seem incestuous. Truly."

PrincessGinnie lifts her chin slightly, and pursing her lips looks about the room and at the ceiling. Then she nods and says, "Good." She turns her intense green eyes on Casiopa again and inquires, "What are your skills, good woman?"

Casiopa Xue takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly to still her trembling. "Your Grace i have some skill in healing, though only as an assistant. My pastry and cooking skills are good. I have made dresses for various ladies at times. I know how to keep a secret, which i am told is a good skill. Pretty much any part of working in a house i have done." Looking at you with all the sincerity her face can contain. "I simply want to serve somewhere Your Grace. I want purpose. And will humbly appreciate any position You feel i can assist with."

PrincessGinnie watches the woman while she tells her story, looking for any small signs that would give away any more hidden meaning. Eventually she nods again, almost imperceptibly. "Very well ... Casiopa ..." she draws out the name a little, speaking softly and in a gentle and low voice, which would force the dark haired women to listen very attentively or to move a little closer. "Where shall I put you ... there are many, who can sew, and even more, who work as scullery maids ... You say, you have basic skills in tending wounds and sicknesses?"

Casiopa Xue does move a little closer, but keeps a respectful distance. Her eyes stay fixed so nothing will distract her from the Queens words. "Yes Your Grace. some would say a little more than basic. Whenever the nurse of the House needed a second set of hands, i would assist her. This included some of the injuries on the docks for the Captains of the ships employed by the Lord."

Casiopa Xue lowers her head and blushes a little. "i was also taught the art of healing massage Your Grace. The Lord had a back injury from battle. I would help him with that when it flared up."

PrincessGinnie keeps her eyes on Casiopa, taking notice of her manners as well and her apparently increasing courage now that the immediate danger seemed over ... She almost smiles to ehrself, and the ghost of a smile steals on her lips. "Very well. We have an infirmary outside the walls. It used to be run by several expert healers, but the war has taken its toll, and most left with the army and have not returned. I wish to have the infirmary run properly again, as there are still many small folk flocking outside the city gates, and i do not want to risk a disease. Your task for now will be to find the building and talk to the lesser healers and nurses there and help clean up the place. Once we have found a maester or a well versed healer to take it over, you will assist him, should your craft be good enough ...And tell me ... the union with the young lord ... is there a child?"

Casiopa Xue feels a small smile cross her lips. Her heart lifts with finally have a purpose. As the Queen asks the last question, her face clouds, the shimmer of tears forming in the corners. As her lips begin to quiver, she bows her head, swallows hard. "There was one Your Grace. The ghost of one." A single tear trickles down her face. "i..was...not...strong enough. It did not live long enough to come to birth." After a moments pause, a whisper falls from her lips. "I cannot have children, Your Grace"

PrincessGinnie listens to Casiopa's reply, her eyes take in the change in the young woman's attitude and an almost kind expression settles on her before beautiful mask-like face, and there is a soft shimmer in her bright eyes for a few moments. "I am sorry," she finally says, and involuntarily her thoughts wander to her own baby son. Then she clears her throat and adds, "Maara will find someone to show you to a place where you can stay." She motions for Maara to see to her command, then continues, "As you said yourself, being able to keep secrets is a valuable skill. Learning some is almost as good. You will hear many people talk there. Listen and learn. I can be very generous to those, who serve our House well."

Casiopa Xue curtsies low, sensing the audience is over. "Thank you kindly Your Grace. i will serve you well and loyally. If any "gossip" should come my way, you will be the only one to know." Turning to follow Maara, she gives her a soft smile of relief.

Opening of the Harvest Faire - Garden Ball

Opening of the Harvest Faire - Garden Ball - Log submitted by Ginevra Lannister-Tryell

Maara smiles. "I had not thought of this place as a ballroom," she admits. "But it does make a lovely one."

Luna Hunt my Lady Tarly

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell lets her gaze wander over the flowers and the decoration, and the dancers "Indeed, it is lovely."

Luna Hunt so dreamy

Yseulte Mistwood: "Lady Hunt. It is beautiful isn't it?" looks around the garden.

Krull Redwyne approaches the Queen with a long box in my hands, "May I approach, your grace"

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell nods and tilts her head, "Of course, my lord Redwyne, please do."

Jahar Dunn leaning in close to Lady Tianna.."You will have to tell your seamstress she outdid herself. You are looking incredible"

Maara always gets a little hyper-alert whenever anyone approaches the Queen, especially bearing unknown objects. She keeps an eye on the interaction between Lord Redwyne and the Queen as more of the guard take up positions around the perimeter. She is, apparently, taking no chances with the Queen's safety. Not that she ever does.

Krull Redwyne "If it pleases you, I would like to present a gift to our new prince." Kneels down opening the box. Inside is an clearly ancient and jeweled sword. "This sword belonged to my great grandfather, I would like to present it to the prince as a symbol of the Redwyne's loyalty to house Tyrell"

Tianna Lannister smiles as she reaches down with her free hand and smoothes out a bit of her skirt “I will be sure to pass that a long to her m’lord” with are arm still hooked with his, she moves a bit closer, snuggling in just right

Jahar Dunn me grins as he feels her push into his side, "You’re liking this escort thing huh? Good thing I remembered to dress the part."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell looks down at the kneeling lord and at the exquisite gift he presents. "My good Lord Redwyne, let me express our gratitude in the name of His Grace and my son as well. I will gladly accept your most generous gift as a token of your loyalty and friendship. Is there a story to this marvelous sword as well, or does it bear a name? "

Maara glances at the sword and smiles faintly, impressed. Broader smiles won't come until she's off duty and there is possibly ale involved. She looks over at Lord Conklyn and Lady Hunt beginning to dance, then abruptly looks back to the conversation at hand, her expression neutral.

Tianna Lannister raises a brow as she hears his words, a bit confused by them after all that was.  “I do like it so, yes.  But if I recall, My Lord.  You are the one that seeked me out to escort me here”

Krull Redwyne smiles sheepishly as I remember the many time the maester slapped me on the head while teaching me the lore of my house, "I'm afraid my house cares little for naming swords, but this was the sword used to knight the first Redwyne by the Elder king of the reach, It pleases me to pass it along to a child who may someday knight a child of my own"

Jahar Dunn chuckles at her words as he sways some to the music. "Would you care to dance or would you wait and speak with the queen and see her gift to your family?"

Jude Hunt notices Lady Casiopa amongst the beautiful ladies and smiles offering a greeting "Greetings m'lady, such a long time since we have seen you, I do hope you are well"

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell listens and her smile deepens. "Why, perhaps the prince may want to name this magnificent blade some day, and I am most certain he will be delighted when he reaches the right age to use it. My thanks to you and your House, Lord Redwyne. I am sure His Grace would have loved to be here as well."

Krull Redwyne "Thank you your grace", Places the case on the steps and bows as I fall back.

Tianna Lannister “Worry not m’lord, for I will have time with my cousin soon.” She turns her head and glances over to the Queen, offering her a smile. “But I do think that I would enjoy the honor of a dance with you at this moment” she says as she turns and gazes up at Lord Jahar

Maara leans in slightly and asks the Queen, "Would you like me to have one of the men see to it that the gift is taken back into the castle?"

Elena Dayne-Redwyne watching Krull return to her she smiles with pride having watched him present a Redwyne heirloom to the prince, she smiles as she takes his hand to dance again

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell nods at Maara, as she had just been about to ask her to see to it, as she didn't want the splendid gift out here on the steps. "That is a beautiful blade," she adds. "It is a noble gift." She looks over to the Redwynes and smiles at Lady Elena, when she catches her eye.

Casiopa Xue nods with a smile to Lady Jude. She blushes at the title of Lady being used to her. "Thank you kindly m'Lady. I fare well. And you look astonishing today."

Casiopa Xue watches as the handsome man in the black leathers comes near. A slight blush runs over her cheeks as she realizes she is starring.

Maara signals to one of the guards, who comes over to retrieve the heirloom and carry it back into the castle for safekeeping.

Jude Hunt laughs at Casiopa's words "I do hope that is not astonishingly bad or all my hard work has gone to waste" She smiles warmly.

Krull Redwyne smiles at Elena, "You are looking as lovely as the day they marched me to the alter at sword point to marry you"

Luna Hunt  a romantic tale if any

Maara glances over at Jaci as she comes to stand next to her. "Hello, Jaci," she murmurs, with a smile. "How do you fare?"

Jahar Dunn smiling he takes her hand into his as they start to dance working into the grove of the music all the while seeing out of the corner of his eye the other people. Relaxing as he gets into the dance his heart pumps loudly in his ear as the pride of just whom he is dancing with comes to him

Elena Dayne-Redwyne chuckles.. "They were tired guards that day after dragging me there before you arrived!".. she smiles warmly knowing full well it would take but another sword point to pull him from me now

Casiopa Xue feels her blush deepen at the Lady's words. "Oh my no, m'Lady. You are a true vision of beauty today, as always."

Jaci Allen descends the stairs into the godswood, spotting the queen and her honor guard on the way down. She weaves through the dancers, nearly tripping over a dip in the ground on the way over. "I am well, Maara. And yourself?" She drops a low curtsy for the queen.

Jude Hunt Now it is Lady Hunt's turn to blush and she nods a thank you to Casiopa "you are too kind"

Jude Hunt notices Septon Hightower approach "Glad you could join us Septon, you gave a wonderful blessing to the Prince"

Nermal Tomsen smiles widely: "A real nice start of the faire that is!"

Casiopa Xue smiles warmly. Glancing over the crowd she notices a familiar face also standing alone. "If you will excuse me, m'Lady. Please enjoy the festival. “Glancing at the handsome noble you are dancing with, she grins. "It seems you have some lovely scenery within your grasp."

Tianna Lannister her hand into his, and quickly with like a twist of his wrist she is spun around and whirled quickly into his grasp so that her body was close to his.  For that brief moment of that touch, her head seems to flutter.  Then quickly as it started was as quickly as it ended for he spun her around again, leading her out from him a bit

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell nods at her handmaiden, offering her a smile, then turns her eyes on the dancers again, a small sigh on her lips.

Thomas Swift Hightower "I thank you, milady.....Saint Murphy of the Many Fumbles had me in his grip then."

Krull Redwyne hearing Saint Murphy's name invoked I make a warding symbol over my breast

Maara nods to Jaci. "I am well, thank you..." She glances sidelong at the Queen, having heard the sigh, however small. "Perhaps the King will feel well enough to come out and join the festivities soon, my Queen," she offers, hopefully.

Jahar Dunn drawing her in close, looking intently down into her deep blue eyes as they sway to and fro. speaking softly as he smiles confidently.."Just might get use to this.."

Casiopa Xue wanders over to Kascie. "Hello Miss Kascie. How are you today?"

Thomas Swift Hightower Lady Kitty...Might I ask for the honor of a dance?

Jaci Allen tips her head to the side wonderingly before looking back to the tall woman in red livery and glinting plate. "The festival is off to a great start, I may say. I saw a great many carts come in the city just this morning."

Kitty Hummingly my pleasure

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell notices Maara's attentive look and her words. "I fear not. I pray to the Seven that his wound will finally heal .. it has been going on for weeks now, sometimes better, sometimes worse."

Kascie Greetings Casiopa I’m well and you ?

Cleothyla Manderly is surprised when a handsome man in black holds out his hand and asking for a dance.

Jude Hunt grins at Casiopa's words and nods as she moves across the grass to whomever she has spotted. Looking around she is glad to see some gentlemen have arrived "Good Ser's please do not leave our beautiful ladies standing, today is a celebration and all must dance!"

Tianna Lannister smiling as she takes a moment to gaze up into his eyes “Do you mean dancing M’Lord?” she says in a coy way “Or are you talking of me?”

Casiopa Xue smiles at Kascie. "I fare well thank you. How is life treating you in the city? It has been a while since we have seen each other."

Maara nods solemnly. "I pray nightly for His Grace's health, but given my standing with the Seven, perhaps it is doing him harm." She smiles a little. "Nothing could compel a man to health more than an heir to raise, I think. Prince Lucian's arrival is a blessing in many ways." She looks to Jaci with a nod and adds, "Many carts, all of which the city guard had to inspect! It has been a long, but enjoyable day indeed."

Jahar Dunn cants his head to the side from her question.."Perhaps a little of dancing and a lot of being around you?" ponders for a moment and cracks a grin "or is it the other way around? Hmmm"

Jaci Allen  shoots a pair of hopeful green eyes at the queen. "With their blessing, He will recover just fine, your Grace." She looks her up and down in approval. "That is a fine gown, my lady queen. It suits you well."

Kascie  smiles at Casiopa "a house take care of me, I serve for the family Meadows and you dear?

Casiopa Xue's eyes sparkle at the news. "Oh Miss. That is wonderful to hear. I do hope they are good to you. I am hoping to have an audience with the Queen soon. With any blessing of the Sevens, I will have a position soon."

Krull Redwyne stumbles with the dance, bumping into Elena knocking her back, Quickly catches her is what appears to be a dip. Pretends it was on purpose.

Tianna Lannister frowns as she hears his words, and with a bit of a purpose twist of her foot and a misstep, which of course lands straight on Lord Jahar’s foot. “Oh I..I am sorry M’Lord” she says as she stepped hard on it.  Then as he swings her around again, her eyes chance the look on her cousin, the queens face.  One that appears to be at a loss at the moment…she sighs softly feeling for her at this moment and almost guilty in the enjoyment of the company of Lord Jahar

Maara grins a little and leans over to murmur something to the Queen.

Jaci Allen "The little lord is doing quite well, though a bit of colic struck him earlier. I dare say, Your Grace, that he will grow very strong. He certainly has the lungs for it." Looking back to Maara, she gives her a thoughtful nod. "I never would have thought of inspection. I'm glad you handle this and not me," she laughs.

Kascie "it is wonderful Casiopa and i see often Ser Moose, I wish you the best for meet our Queen and I’m so glad to see you again”, smiles at her

Nermal Tomsen smiles: "A great idea to have the ball out here!"

Jahar Dunn grimaces nearly howling in the pain of the accidental stomping on his foot. "Of course m'lady how clumsy of me" before he tucks at her waist whipping her body around so to face away from him for a moment

Jude Hunt me nods to Lord Conklyn "Yes, the weather is perfect and the settings stunning. We are lucky indeed to live in such a beautiful place"

Nermal Tomsen smiles: at Lady Hunt "And in happy times! The prince, the faire. And I hope the King will recover soon. Thos arrow wounds are nasty"

Tianna Lannister tries hard to hold back a bit of the laughter that is begging to escape from her lips.  All she can think is what a true gentleman for taking the blame for something that was done be her, and one that was done intentionally “No worries M’lord, for I understand your not so keen dancing moves.  Though practice makes perfect, so I will make sure to teach you more”

Jahar Dunn "Oh you will, will you. I will be honored to have your lessons." Looking up and seeing the Queen alone for the moment he stops them both.."But m'lady I ask your understanding.."taking her hand in his he leads them close to the Queen bending upon his knee when he gets close..

Maara looks over at Lord Dunn as he approaches and kneels, one hand resting on her dagger, the other on her sword. Just because it's comfortable to stand that way, of -course-.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell notices Jahar Dunn approach and offers him a smile and a nod. Then she turns her gaze at Tianna, and her smile widens, "Good day to you both. Tianna, I heard you were ill ... I do hope you have recovered fully."

Jaci Allen drops a deep curtsy for Tianna, lifting her skirts above the grass below. "My lady Tianna. How do you fare this day?"

Tianna Lannister moves towards the queen with Jahar’s lead of course.  Once standing in front of her, she picks up a bit of her skirt and bows down into a well preformed curtsy “My Queen” in a soft voice she says, then returns to a standing position “Good day to you as well. “ she smiles “Yes..I had been ill, but the Lord 

Jahar here had been kind enough to take wonderful care of me” looks over to Lord Jahar, her smile now turning wider as she feels a special warmth for him

Tianna Lannister turns her head some, as she hears soft spoken words and her name said.  She smiles as she sees Jaci there before her.  With a nod of her head in greeting to her “I fare well, and I hope you find this day the same?”

Casiopa Xue nods a warm smile on her face. "Thank you Kascie. We can only hope."

Yseulte Mistwood Curtsies. "Your Grace, this is Helmut. He's a visitor here." Gestures towards Helmut.

Helmut Iuga bows

Jahar Dunn releasing Lady Tianna's hand as he falls to his knee before the queen, waiting till the lady Tianna finishes. "Your Grace, you have brought much honor upon the lands with your handsome prince. I trust my words are true in this fact that all of the people are in love with him even now.." Standing he offers his hand towards the Queen. "However I believe this faire is for the mother as well. I would be dearly honored if you would have this dance with me?"

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell nods at Lady Tarly with a smile, admiring her dress with an apprehensive look, and also nods her head in greeting to Helmut. "Well met, and welcome to Highgarden, we hope you enjoy your time here." She then turns back towards Tianna. "This is good to hear, dear cousin. It would burden me to hear a Lannister not to receive all the care she needs. I am most pleased to have you live here at Highgarden, and I would wish to speak to you someday soon, perhaps at tea?" At Jahar's words she smiles and offers him her hand. "You are most courteous; I will gladly join you for one dance. You must forgive me, but I still tire easily."

Jahar Dunn his smile broadens like a boy entering a candy store..the awe. Another bow of his head as he leads her away some so there is room. Now of all times his nerves are thorough the roof and with a quick glance to Lady Tianna before turning to face the Queen. "Of course. We shall keep it short but I'm sure you can outdo me any time.

Maara discreetly murmurs to one of the minstrels to change to a song that she is one of the Queen's favorites, and then leans against one of the pavilion's columns, arms folded across her chest.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell smiles at Tianna and follows Jahar to a space closer to the hearttree

Tianna Lannister smiles as she watches Lord Jahar and the Queen move out into the open to dance.  It pleased her so to see her cousin enjoying herself, she hoped anyway. “I would love to speak to you soon and tea would be wonderful”

Nermal Tomsen bows to Lady Hunt: "Thank you very much for the dance, m’lady"

Jude Hunt does a brief curtsy for Lord Conklyn "The pleasure was mine My Lord and a long time coming. You move very well, I look forward to the next time"

Nermal Tomsen bows to the couples dancing: "Your Grace, Lords and Ladies! Have fun and enjoy the ball! Its time for me today to go to sleep. farewell for now"

Maara smiles at Lady Hunt's approach, and she bows to her, low, her gloved hand resting over her heart. "The event is a success, my lady," she murmurs. "Your vision achieved... are you pleased?" She smiles, engaging with Lady Hunt, but keeping watch over the Queen as well.

Jahar Dunn figuring it better be good for he doubted he will have a chance like this again, they start. Finding soon enough the Queen is a hell of a dancer and light on her feet. Making for quick footwork and twisting around to make it fun. He keeps a broad smile will plastered on his lips.

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ greetings Everyone - calls to the people gathered -

Jude Hunt watches the Queen dancing, wishing to offer her blessings to the young Prince, but not wishing to interrupt her time with Lord Dunn. She instead leans over and whispers to Maara "I must away, can you please tell the Queen I will visit her at her earliest convenience tomorrow to pay my respects to the Prince" and then more loudly "thank you Commander, I am delighted with how things have gone and just seeing everyone so happy and joyful in dance sends me to my bed a happy woman indeed."

Yseulte Mistwood  looks up at the source of the voice and wonders who that is.

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ Your Grace you look Beautiful today - he shouts over to the queen of the reach-

Maara nods to Lady Hunt. "Of course," she replies. "I will happily convey your message. Rest well, m'lady... I will no doubt see you soon."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell looks up from the dance and the conversation, as she hears the deep booming voice. "Your Grace!" she replies, "How good of you to visit! We are most honored."

Daniella Tyrell saunters over to Maara, Prince's gift in hand.

Maara smiles at Lady Daniella. "Good eve, m'lady," she murmurs, offering a bow. "It is a pleasure to see you... how do you fare?"

Jude Hunt calls to the few not already in deep conversation "Good night all, thank you for your company today"

Yseulte Mistwood Good night Lady Jude

Jahar Dunn out of breath as they stop he again bows his head towards her.."For a lady that just gave birth you are a killer dancer, your grace."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell smiles at Jahar, cheeks flushed from the dance. "Thank you for the dance, ser, and be assured, the maesters are looking into the matter." Then she takes up her skirts and walk over to the Northern royalty.

Daniella Tyrell smiles at Maara..."I am well, thank you. How are you Maara? Busy as usual, I am sure"

Casiopa Xue Sleep well Lady Jude

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ -smiles as she nears- Your Grace and Bandor have outdone yourselves

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ very lovely

Tianna Lannister smiles as she hears the queen talk, her eyes quickly flashing to Lord Jahar “Looking over?” she says a she starts to step over to him slowly.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell "Sleep well, Lady Jude. All please hail King Torrhen Stark, King of the North, and his family!" she says, as she approaches the guests.

Agatha Stark Greetings your Grace *nods to the Queen of the Reach*

Maara nods to Daniella, glancing away for a moment as her gaze follows the Queen in her travels. She motions for another of the guard to take her place at the Queen's side for the moment, a few paces off, then looks back to Daniella. "Indeed... a busy day, but enjoyable. Have you liked the faire so far?"

Thomas Swift Hightower Be blessed sevenfold, Your Grace!"

Jahar Dunn still out of breath but quickly catching it his face now hurting from smiling so much as he glances up to see the Lady Tianna coming close. Holding his hand out and a wiggle of his finger he waits..

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ Thank You All!!! * he shouts* But all Hail Her Grace...for without her ..You Lot would not get to dance the night away . Hear Hear!! - he calls out-

Casiopa Xue turns to listen to the Queens words. She curtsies humbly toward the royalty

Daniella Tyrell steps back to allow Maara to continue her gaze. The Queen's safety was of utmost importance. "The fair is magnificent....I have never seen so many wares."

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ -turns and smiles holding out his hand- Welcome back Wife

Tianna Lannister giggles as she extends her hand out to him in hopes of course that he was calling for her to come to him.  She glances around a bit to see if others are moving as well

Maara smiles. "There is much to choose from," she agrees. "I wish that I had more desire to shop... it has never been one of my favorite pastimes. Do you enjoy it?"

รєlץรє รtคгк ~Smiles~ Thank you M'Lord, as she comes down into the beautiful Garden

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell chuckles lightly at the Northern way. She nods politely at the red-headed young woman, and then turns smiling towards Selyse. "Your Grace - it is good to see you here. We hope you do enjoy the warmth of the reach," she adds with a wink.

Jahar Dunn snatches up Tianna's hand before twisting her around so they can start dancing again.."you know she can dance.."

Daniella Tyrell smiles at Maara. "I enjoy looking at the dresses... sometimes the lace and bows are a little cumbersome. I much prefer riding horseback into the woods. As you should know... I do believe we fared very well that day on our travels, Maara."

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ chuckles

Yseulte Mistwood Keeps turning to see the Starks. She has heard so much about them.

Thomas Swift Hightower "Be welcome in our warm gardens, Your Northern Graces."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell motions for Daniella to approach. "Daniella, will you please join us ..."

Maara laughs. "I do recall," she replies, with a nod. "You sit a horse well, m'lady...and you're well served not to have to worry overmuch about encumbrances such as those."

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ -nods as the man speaks to them- Thank You Good Man

Daniella Tyrell nods to Maara "please excuse me Maara."

Tianna Lannister laughs as she is once again pulled into his arms for a dance “Thank you Jahar” she whispers into his ear as she moves places her head against shoulder

Daniella Tyrell approaches the queen and Royal Starks.

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell Smiling, she takes Daniella's hand and draws her near. "May I present our cousin Daniella Tyrell."

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ Where is Bandor your Grace? I thought to find the him and maybe challenge to the game board...talk between Kingdoms and all that..-he chuckles knowing they would talk about many things Kingdom relations only being one of them-

Jahar Dunn holding to her waist his cheek pressed against hers.."Thank you for what?"

รєlץรє รtคгк smiles and nods.. It is with Great Honor to be here, and nice to finally meet you, Your Grace

Daniella Tyrell curtsies..."Greetings Your Graces. It is lovely to see you all in Highgarden for the festivities."

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell throws a side glance at the Septon

էօггհεռ รէձгĸ -smiles at the red headed beauty- We've met Your Grace. Her Horse riding skills are something - his eyes twinkle-

รєlץรє รtคгк nods.. It is nice to see you again Lady..

Agatha Stark smiles kindly as she looks around the garden 'I feel honored to be here, thank you for such a warm welcome. It really is true what they say about the Highgarden, the grass is greener and the flowers smell even more wonderful'

Tianna Lannister reaching up, she lets her fingers slide slowly over his cheek “For what you did.  I really appreciate it.  She had me worried so of her enjoyment, so at least I do hope she had a bit of fun dancing with you.  I know I do”

Daniella Tyrell smiles at the royals. "Ah yes... i do love Legend. He is quite the wonder. Gets me out of some sticky situations."

รєlץรє รtคгк It is quite beautiful yes Sister Agatha

Daniella Tyrell turns toward the queen and presents her with a leather bound book with gold inscription." Your Grace... I have a gift for the little Prince"

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell chuckles lightly again. "Daniella is said to be a very fast rider ... unfortunately the woods around here have been not quite safe of late ... However, our Rangers are taking care of the problem now that the siege at Grassy Vale is over ... " She folds her hands and takes a breath. "My lord husband has not been feeling well these past few weeks, his arrow wound has opened again ..."

Jahar Dunn chuckles some.."Well trust me I think she outdid me in the footwork. I felt like a monkey trying to keep up"

รєlץรє รtคгк holds out her hand as she is handed the book.. Oh that is very kind of you Lady Daniella

รєlץรє รtคгк nods

Daniella Tyrell "it has been a wonderful ball, your grace. I must take leave, however.: Hope you enjoy your evening."

Tianna Lannister “Anyone can out do you Jahar” she says with a laugh “I bet your sister is a dancer as well? Speaking of, where is the wonderful girl” though those words found hard to come out of her mouth, but she was trying hard

Ginevra Lannister-Tyrell "Daniella, I will walk with you, and I have to see after the young prince too. Farewell all, and have a wonderful dance, be blessed all and enjoy your evening!"