"Thank you, Lord Tyrion. I suppose he's confused. He'll get it out of his system, he didn't rush like I did....that's why he's like a young Leo Longthorn at this. He's a grown man, and he can make the right choice for our house when the time comes. All men make those choices....we'd all be wise to know that." Willas smirked to both of them, to both of them, as he nodded, sitting up, watching Alerie head down the stands, and listened to Tyrion's observations...on the wine first. "I am sure we can do that. There's no shortage this summer. First batch was a bit off from the Arbor, but once those bloody Redwynes got their act together....beautiful. It is a wonderful isle, Tyrion. Hills laced with vinyards, as far as the eye can see, beyond the towers and fortifications of The Arbor itself. As it turns out, feeding an appetite for wines goes beyond you, Tyrion." He chuckled, as he patted the Hand on his back, a gleeful smile on his face, as he turned back to Alerie once again, down below. "Alerie....well, she knows what she is doing. I'm her father, and even I know that. Reminds me of my sister really....but alas." He said, sitting up, looking over at the three depart. "Perhaps she's playing with him then....I remember when she was little, she made two squires fight with each other after she made a promise to both of them, over something silly.... Jaehaerys has a reputation for his kindness, even I know that....and he isn't hurtful. But...she wants a fire. What Alerie wants, it's a mystery sometimes, but I know that girl is bright and won't do anything for it. That....that's the thing. I can't tell where she stops. Perhaps it is best I don't?" Willas added to Sansa, chuckling, as he finished the Arbor. The last part of the comment seemed to imply a deeper understanding of his daughter, well, something that he knew someone like Tyrion would know. The women of the Tyrell court were the very, very sharpest thorns at play, and even when men such as Willas, and his sons proved to be brave and well-meaning, well-ruling and understanding, the women seemed to have a different play, a sort that gave the pretty rose it's pain, it's absolute reminder that you do not lay your hand along it's stalk or petals without feeling a sharp reminder of it's very nature. Willas knew just like Olenna had been for House Tyrell, that Alerie followed so much in her suit, she could do what she wanted and would accomplish that, no matter what he said, or did. Never to settle for less, but only for something that the Tyrell words gently carried in the wind. Growing Strong....and never letting go of the rightful place of House Tyrell in the Seven Kingdoms. It was not his to do...it was hers, and he was wise enough to know that so long as it didn't get her killed, it was a healthy reaction of the Tyrell women to the very nature of politics and the world. "Ah, well How is Tom, anyway? It'd be good to see him, I haven't seen him in years. He was barely a lad when I last saw him...though I believe Lady Sansa is right in saying, we all know there's far more merriment to have tonight before we wed away more of our sons and daughters!" Willas asked, an honest question, and he didn't really seem to respond to Tyrion's comment....it was worth considering, a Rose and a Lion, but right now, not at the foremost of his political play in King's Landing. Money had to be balanced, found for this, as well as the logistics of running Seven Kingdoms, under a monarchy that was so absolute, so overwhelmingly powerful, that retaining a need and identity in the face of it all felt difficult at times. ------------------- Alerie giggled, hearing those words from Baela. "Oooh, another unmarried man? At a wedding? Seven Hells, it's like you're trying to get us wed, Baela!" She smirked, absolutely unable to contain herself, as she kept holding Jaehaerys's hand, knowing how it gently trembled, how he seemed absolutely nervous. He seemed tongue-tied, well, he seemed like he hadn't actually gotten this far, and she knew what a man was like when he was like this. Good at spilling out what he needed to, completely at unrest in some sort of lust, and Alerie knew whatever she might hear, it would be rather entertaining, it'd be a good way to pass the time, while her father sat and talked politics and Arbor, her brother had been unhorsing Knights, and she'd been sitting with little to do. It wasn't all pleasure- after all, hearing sometimes the whispers of what a Targaryen knew, even a cousin of the King and Queen, was always of interest, and sometimes, words slipped, after all. "I suppose he might. My brother is a bit of a rogue, anyway. Brave as he is, he blushes so much when you put me in front of him, he turns redder than an apple...and I'm used to it, I guess? So it wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable, not at all...you be rogueish, I'll just make you blush all the time." She remarked to the two, as they happened across the gaggle of children, Alerie...well, there was something strange. A motherly trait, even though Alerie had no children of her own, she couldn't help but smile. Especially because they were tidy, clean, and neat, and seemed to remind her of her cousin. She knelt, and looked at them, a particular beam from her golden eyes and her well-beaming smile. Today had been a good day, though Alerie knew that half her smiles were just put on, they at least made it known that Alerie Tyrell was a happy girl, and seemed gregarious and heartily-outgoing. "Well...I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal, to go there before the fair....shall you show me then, you little rascals?" Alerie at that moment seemed to have some kind of look, she seemed to almost be on their level, and well...it was almost a bond, she seemed to be almost more like an aunt than a distant figure from a distant land, and knew that she might as well, after all. It sold the act better to Jaehaerys...and she did want to go see what a dragon in the flesh really did look like. ---------- Ellion had headed back towards the tents, and knew that his jousting had finished. He'd beaten Viserys, he'd proven himself, and whilst another Knight was clearing up the rest of the lists, it would be over soon. The top of the world was where he felt, adored, he felt like for everything he'd done, he was here. No real Queen to nominate, Ellion knew he couldn't go any further. He'd had his victory, he'd won what he wanted. A hell of a lot of pride, a hell of a lot of courage that still sat in his lungs, and by seven hells, he knew that any man worth his salt would want to know who the Tyrell Knight had been, and how he could join them to dinner. Maybe, he chuckled to himself. Probably not. But if ever there was a tourney, he knew he wouldn't be amiss to go. He had beaten Viserys Targaryen, the man they said they couldn't unhorse, the dragon himself. That was enough for him, for today....there was feasting, fucking and family to be with. As he trotted Desmedona back into the stable, Ellion had helm on his knees, sighing. He clambered off the horse, Duncan close by, a beaming smile on the young squire's face. "That was brilliant!" "I half knew what I was doing. You did well, mate." He said, patting Duncan on the back, as he looked around. He couldn't see Mycheal, well, not around here. The straps were tight inside the armour, it felt like it gripped his every move like a vice, as he gently nodded to Duncan to get around him and loosen the plating around his hip and shoulders a little, breathing out. Bugger, this was fucking hot, he thought to himself. But given that his formal wear was not here, he'd just have to arrive to whatever feast or event there was. He wasn't partaking in the melee, given that...well, let's put it like this. Southerners don't do melees, Targaryens, Northeners, Riverlanders, Valemen, maybe Westerlanders and some weird folk did melees, big grand fights. It had no fucking class, Ellion thought to himself. None of the heart-pacing adrenaline, it was a giant spar with a lot of lower-borns to shove past, and if he wanted that he would go to his uncle, or show Duncan. He had no care for that, not when he knew that when the push came to shove, he'd be able to hold swords with the best in Westeros. A mess of bodies was not a Reachman's place, not to die or get wounded by accident...to think the King was there. It was not his scene, to say the least, though he kept it private to himself, he knew his lack of presence wouldn't be too significant, even if it wouldn't please father. "You knocked him off his horse, I watched it, it was amazing!" Duncan was still overexited, despite the fact that his wear was showing, he'd lifted about eight lances and ran around a heck of a lot. Mychael wasn't around, well, not at the moment, as Duncan and Ser Ellion left the stable, the hands feeding the horses sugar and water, the sun still shining down. The Tyrell Knight had his family to go look for, and the clattering of the melee in the distance could already be heard, as sword upon sword came together. "Viserys fought well. But I knocked him off. This will be a day to remember for you, Duncan. One day, I hope you'll be a jouster too."