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Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

The laughter that the two of them hared helped to ease the tension that had filled the air. He felt much of the stress and worry that he had been feeling before washing out of him as he chuckled a bit more. His mind focused on the issue of bears and wolves, answering her comments with a shrug of his own. Well I have not heard any howls and, to be honest, I have never known a wolf to attack a man. Bears on the other hand are another matter. Thank you for the warning, he said to her. Considering all that she had told him it might be prudent for him find somewhere to stay the night outside of the wood that night. When she responded to his offer to provide her with a poultice, agreeing and thanking him, he inclined his head. It is the least I could do, he said to he, then smirked and joked, After all, I must make amends for you dropping your berries. It was a bit of a jab at her, since she had been the one to drop them after all. He waited for her to get her horse's reins in hand, the lead her down the stream. He crossed the shallow yet fast flowing water easily, since where he crossed it only came up to his ankle. It did not take him long to lead her to the tree he had slept under and in which his things were stored. He clambered up the tree quickly enough and retrieved his pack. He came down and knelt once he was back under the ground, undoing the cloak and unwrapping it from around the pack. He then lay the pack on the cloak and opened one of the pockets on it, pulling out a small jar that was sealed with leather and a cord. He undid the cord and took off the leather cover, then brought the jar up to his face, smelling the poultice. Yep, it is still good, he informed her, then stood, moving over to her and saying, Hold out your hand.
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

Alyssa wouldn't have dropped the berries if he hadn't startled her, so she fully thought him responsible for that, but he hadn't said aloud that he thought himself blameless, so she said nothing else on the matter. She merely nodded her head a little, following along after Galan with Braitha's reins in hand, the mare plodding along beside her. She hopped across the stream, which Braith just walked through, uncaring, and then followed him to the tree where he had tucked away his things, Alyssa standing with her horse, running a hand down the mare's head while she waited. Braitha's eyes drooped and she leaned against her human a little, then started a little and straightened when Alyssa moved. She looped Braitha's reins back over her neck and went to Galan, holding out her right hand. It had numerous scratches on the back of her hand and around her wrist and though none of them were very bad, they were already starting to look a little inflamed. After all, the brambles of a black berry bush weren't exactly clean. You've been to Old Town recently? She asked him curiously, But you're from up North, yes? Being a bard you probably get to travel a lot. Her tone made it clear she was slightly envious. She had been to Old Town of course, she and her family went at least once a year for the annual tourney, she'd used to love it as a child, she'd been able to run about and play. Now though, she was forced into some terribly uncomfortable dress that was the height of fashion in Old Town, and paraded about by her step mother like a mare for sale, and expected to behave like a perfect lady. Unfortunately for her step mother, when it came time to watch the tourney, no amount of glares and bad looks could restrain Alyssa's enthusiasm, especially if she managed to sweet talk her father into letting her indulge in some wine.
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

When the younger woman held out her hand to him he moved forward. He dipped a finger into the poultice and warned her softly, This might sting a little. He then began to spread the poultice on her wounds, noting how the wounds had started to inflame slightly. His knowledge of human anatomy was more advanced then most, even when compared to nobles who had had schooling and he knew well that the inflammation might be an indication of sickness to come. But the poultice, he though, should be able to nip the possible sickness in the bud before it could bloom, for it contained wine, brudock, willow, salt and honey. The poultice had worked well for him in the past, but he could not make it as well as the maester who had created this batch. Galan nodded a bit when she asked him if he had been to Old Town recently. Aye, he said, continuing to work to spread the poultice on her open wounds. He next question was answered initially with yet another nod, then he replied, I am from the North. The Neck actually. But I do travel quite a bit. He paused for a bit, concentrating on spreading the poultice over a particularly deep scratch. After a pause for that he continued to speak, I actually came back south partially because a maester in Old Town had asked me for several plants that can only be found in the neck. I often run such errands for him, since he pays well. Of course he likes having someone that is not ignorant of the properties of the plants he wants so that those properties might be preserved properly. He chuckled a bit, then said softly, So I suppose I am more then a bard. A alchemical assistant. A writer. An occasional warrior. A student. Soon enough he finished putting the poultice on her, then he said to her, Remain still. I need to put a bandage on it. He covered the poultice with the leather again and once more bound it in place with the cord. That done he stored it in his pack and then retrieved a linen bandage. Galan moved back over to her then and quickly bandaged her hand and wrist, cutting the bandage deftly with his knife when needed. Soon enough the bandage was in place, tight and secure. He looked into her eyes then and said softly, Well, that should do it. But watch that inflammation. If it gets worse, your maester should know what to do.
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

Alyssa nodded a little at his warning, but still winced a little when he began applying the salve to the scratches on her hand and wrist. After the initial sting though it wasn't so bad and she relaxed, watching him. His touch was light and gentle and she was sure that if it weren't for the soft sting of the poultice, she'd likely find this enjoyable. Her knowledge on human anatomy was fairly limited, she knew how people worked, and she knew the places to go for to kill or disable an opponent but that was about it. It had never been a subject she was overly interested in. She listened though as he answered her questions, telling her where he was from and that he did travel a lot. Alyssa nodded a little, thinking it would be nice to travel. She rarely got to do so. It had never bothered her over much as a child, she'd been happy to explore her father's lands, often by his side, now though she grew restless. Unfortunately any time she did get to leave her step-mother turned it into an opportunity to try and catch some lord's interest for Alyssa's hand. She blinked a little though when Galan told her that he'd come back south to get plants for the maester in Old Town, and informed her that he was more than just a bard, but a number of other things. My, you're talented, she laughed softly, finding it fascinating that he knew about so many things. Alyssa felt dull by comparison. She could ride and fight, but she wasn't overly talented at much else, except getting into trouble. She stayed still when he instructed her to, letting him bandage her hand, watching him curiously. Alyssa returned his gaze when he told her to watch the inflammation, nodding a little, I'll keep an eye on it. She promised, lifting her hand and flexing her fingers a little, testing the bandage. The she looked back to Galan, brows raised, You are a bard, and you obviously need some where to stay for the night, she told him, You should come with me to my father's manor. We rarely have the treat of entertainment. Well, we have a few servants who play, but they're not bards. Meaning they were mediocre at best, nice to listen to, but not overly interesting or inspiring. I should be returning anyway, I'm not really supposed to be here... Alyssa confessed. She was already dreading the tongue lashing she'd receive from her step-mother for this.
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

Galan had to give the young woman credit, for she handled the application of the poultice admirably. He had known grown men who had taken applications of such things far worse then she did. Soon enough she was saying that he was rather talented, which caused him to shrug a bit. Well all of it was not by choice, he told her softly. He did not elaborate at that point, mostly because that would be getting into things of a far, far more personal nature. Considering that they had just met he was not yet ready to tell her everything about himself. He had already told her far more then he would most people, but he did not think that it was necessary to go on at the moment. When she said that she would keep an eye on the inflammation, he nodded. Good. It might not be bad to have the wound washed out with wine after a few days. He moved back to his pack, kneeling once more as he put the linen for the bandages away. As he did so she spoke, saying that he would need somewhere to stay for the night. This piqued his interest and he looked up at her, arching an eyebrow. This certainly was not something that he expected. She went on, saying that her father's manor was close, more or less offering him a place to stay. Galan arched an eyebrow and rose, picking up his pack and cloak as well. The bard considered for a moment, then nodded ever so slightly, speaking softly, It would be nice to spend a night under a roof again, even if only for a night. He flashed her a smile as she went on once more, Well then, shall we be on our way perhaps?
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

Galan walked along with her, taking in the sights as they walked along the road. This land was indeed more wild then much of the Reach, but it still did not compare to the land that he had called home for much of his life. But then again, nowhere compared to the Neck. There was nowhere where there was so much marsh or bog. He often found himself missing the smell, the sound of a lizard-lion hissing, the chase when pursuing game, the challenge inherit in making his way through the swamps. As he caught sight of the manor that was his companion's home, he could not help but look at it with a strategic eye. The manor was placed on a hill, the largest one around for miles he realized as his eyes scanned the area around them once more. The manor itself was not overly tall, seemingly constructed as a home more then a defensive structure. But the wall around it, short as it may have seemed, indicated otherwise. He could not help but wonder how deep the foundations of the wall were set. He would not have been surprised if they were far deeper then one would expect. This would be a boon in a time of war, since all the lord of the place would need to do is have his people dig away the hillside in front of the wall to make the fortification more imposing. Of course that also required time. If that was indeed the case, then it was clever in one sense, foolish in another. But he already knew his curiosity would compel him to find out if he was right. Before to long they had made their way up the hill and were passing through the gate and into the manor's courtyard. The bard looked around, noting how well kept the place was. Her father certainly did not seem like a man to be lax about things, but then again he was a Tarly. A Tarly... A memory came to him then, a memory of a story his father had once told him about a Tarly that he had fought during the war. It was not one that was flattering to the Tarlys though, so perhaps he would have to save it for when he was visiting Dorne or somewhere else where the Tarlys were not liked overly much. But his thoughts were pulled away from the tale when a woman came storming out of the manor. He halted when Alyssa did, arching an eyebrow as the woman started to berate the young woman beside him. He took a step back, not wanting to get dragged into the squabble that was erupting between the two women. One thing he had learned long ago was to not pick a fight with a woman... and getting involved in a fight that was between two women was even a worse idea. But when the older woman looked at him and asked who he was, he shot a glance at Alyssa. He saw her smirk and wanted to groan. Well, now he was a part of it, whether he liked it or not. Holding back a sigh of frustration he stepped forward, bowing to the woman who asked who he was and spoke, I am Owain milady, a simple bard. He shot Alyssa a glance then, giving her a look that said that she should not correct him. His gaze moved back to the noblewoman then and he gave her a charming smile, And I, sadly, do not know your name milady...
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

Her father likely wouldn't appreciate the Tarly tale that Galan knew, Alyssa would find it entertaining, but her pride was not so prickly as he father's or uncle's. In some ways it was, she was, after all, a noble, and certain had an attitude of entitlement at times. In other ways though, she was far more grounded than many other nobles. It all depended on the subject and the person she was talking to really. She knew though, that her family had several famous warriors through the line, and that some had had less than flattering reputations. After all, part of her studies had been learning her family's history, and she'd gotten the less academic version of many of these individuals and occurrences from the commoners she had had contact with growing up. Alyssa wasn't thinking much on family history at the moment though, giving Galan a confused, inquisitive look when he gave the name 'Owain', instead of Galan. She said nothing though at the look he gave her, frowning a little, but keeping quiet. Her stepmother glanced between them, but didn't seem to catch the exchange of looks, before looking back to 'Owain', inclining her head slightly, I am Maeghan Tarly, Lord Cormac Tarly's wife. She told him, looking back to Alyssa, How is it you have brought a bard home with you? she asked the young woman, adopting the habit nobility had of talking about commoners as if they were there. He was staying in one of the groves and needs a place to stay, I offered him our hospitality, She answered. Maeghan frowned, but she wouldn't retract an offer of hospitality just to spite Alyssa, she knew her husband wouldn't appreciate that at all, so she looked back to Galan. Very well then, come, I'll have a servant show you to a room, she told him before she looked to Alyssa, You, young lady, will put Braitha away, and then go see your father. Alyssa held back a sigh, glancing at Galan before she walked away, leading her mare. Maeghan walked away as well at brisk pace, going back through the main doors she'd come out of before, and stopping the first servant she saw, You, show our guest to a room, she told the man tersely, looking at Galan, I'm sure my husband would be delighted if you joined us for dinner tonight, I'll send a servant for you when the meal is ready. She inclined her head again before walking away.
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

Galan had caught the look that Alyssa flashed him when he had give a different name, but he decided not to show any further reaction to it. He had his reasons for doing so and would tell her of them later, but, for now, it could wait. He was glad that her stepmother had not caught on to the looks that the two exchanged, if she had then this entire stay here might have been tits up from the beginning. Soon enough the woman was introducing herself and he put on a charming smile. A pleasure milady, truly those I have met on the road that you have hosted before did you no credit. You are far more beautiful then those tales could possibly begin to describe, he said to her and flashed her a winning smile. Not that it really did anything. He had been attempting to distract the woman's attention from he stepdaughter, but it was all for naught. Well, it seemed that charm was not the solution every time. Gods damn the woman was crossed up it seemed. What had happened between these two to create such animosity? He remained silent as the two spoke, deciding that right now it would not be the best idea to step in between the two of them. Galan would have to talk to Alyssa about this, that much he was sure of. If he was going to help her out. However he did not have a chance at the moment. When the lady next spoke it was to agree to give him a room andd then to dismiss the young woman. He glanced at Alyssa, sympathy in his eyes, his gaze catching hers as she glanced back to him as she lead her horse away. He moved along then, following Lady Tarly as she walked toward the main doors of the keep. The woman was not the most pleasant company he had ever had and she seemed to have complete disdain for Galan. He was rather sure that the woman was one of the many nobles who had no respect for their lessers. Undoubtedly if she knew that he was a bastard on top of it that would not help things at all. It was not too long before Maeghan handed him off to a servant, the first servant that they came across in fact. As she looked at him and told him that her husband would be delighted for him to join them, he inclined his head. It would be my pleasure milady, he said simply. As she walked away he turned his gaze to the servant, then smiled, Would you mind leading the way to a free room please? The young man was in his teens, his first facial hair forming, and he nodded, then turned away and began walking. Galan followed him to a room that was just slightly off the main hall. It was simple, containing a bed, a table with a basin and a wardrobe, which was a lot more then he imagined most of the servant's rooms hand. He looked to the lad and dug into his purse, flipping him a silver. Thank you, Galan said, offering the lad a smile. He moved into the room then and quickly stowed his things away, including his weapons save for his dagger. Galan then paused and considered. What should he do? He had no clue where Alyssa might be, or her father for that matter, who she had been instructed to see. He sighed a bit, then sat down on the bed to think for a moment about what he should do next...
Thread: Flower in the Grove (Atroxa & Rivine)

Alyssa stood in her father's chambers, her head slightly lowered and her eyes cast on the ground, looking contrite and humble. It was mostly an act, one she fell into easily when her father was trying to reprimand her from something she'd done. She knew that he knew it wasn't genuine, but perhaps he hoped that it was, because he never seemed to call her on it, and he never seemed to act as if he suspected she really felt no remorse what so ever for being willfully disobedient. Sometimes she hoped that his stern lectures were just a front as well, that she wasn't the only one who didn't get the big deal, and that he was just doing this to appease his wife. Still though, she stood there as Lord Cormac Tarly lectured her. I hope you realize you not only put yourself in danger but you've made your hand maids and guards look bad as well. Why should I those guards in employment if they can't do their job? He asked, frowning at her. Alyssa did feel a twinge of guilt at that, she liked most of the guards, she'd known some of them most of her life. She didn't care about her hand maids though, they could drop dead for all she cared. Their only benefit was that they were fun to scare. Alyssa enjoyed finding bugs or frogs or other critters to throw on them or leave in their beds. Childish perhaps, but oh so satisfying. Her father sighed, and shook his head, his blonde beard chased with gray and the top of his head shining through the thing remains of his hair. I never know what to do with you Alyssa, I don't understand... He frowned and Alyssa felt a flash of anger at him. He didn't understand what? Why she acted out so much? Perhaps because her entire life he had raised her to be one way, and then he got married and expected her to be some one completely different. She didn't understand why she had to be escorted on rides about the countryside, she'd grown up with her father showing her every secret trail, every grove, every hill and field. Rarely had they had more than a single guard with them, and never had she felt any sense of danger in their lands. Cormac rubbed his forehead, his other hand on his hip. I hear you brought a friend back with you, He changed the subject, obviously tired of talking at his daughter. Alyssa nodded, Yes, a bard by the name of Owain, she said, using the name Galan had given to her stepmother. He was sleeping one of the groves so I invited him to stay here, I thought you would like having a bard stay for a while, She explained. Cormac nodded his head, It has been some time since we had a bard in the hall, not since Old Toby passed on. Very well, go on, I'm done with you. No riding for a month though. And I'm sure your step mother will have something for you to do with your time instead. Alyssa let out a loud sigh and frowned as she left, feeling annoyed. Maeghan would have her do something like needlepoint or etiquette lessons. As it were though, she saw no reason to go find her, or to return to her own rooms, so instead she headed for the guest wing, asking a passing servant where the bard had been placed. She knocked on his door, waiting for him to answer.
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Thread: Case File No. 619 (( Spirits x Lelia ))

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