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Merebelle soon handed back the banner - to some squires of House Tully. No doubt, she would likely be talked about - at the very least amongst the Tully bannermen. How many could say, that they were the last amongst the House to remain and also as a woman? So many Maesters had stated that female knights would be weaker than a male one - well whom was laughing now.

She had planned to first return to her quarters, namely cause she had been taught - that the best way to handle one' armor was to, take care of it yourself - instead of having a squire manage it. Miri was heading on over to her quarters, when he spotted Ellion, whom was in her way - she was about to walk over and ask him, what he thought about the tournament. Until she spotted him talking with another woman - one that looked very different from him. 

That made her growl under her breath - she had so hoped, that the talks about noble lords being loose-breech pigs was just a joke or rumor amongst the female ladies; but this took the cake. Miri for that simply walked forward, putting likely a bit more force under her steps - then she wanted. Nevertheless, she wasn't in the mood or position to slap him - even if she wanted to. Instead she simply made clear her anger, by simply stomping past them - and giving Ellion the nasty glare.

Ellion looked over at Merebelle, the sight of the Riverlander Knight he'd bumped into earlier, coming into the Pavillion. It was a fine place to be, and after all, given that it was a common passing route, it wasn't entirely a suprise. But it was the glare that she gave, the gaze from the shorter female, who looked battered, bruised and fierce, she had weathered the melee, and Ellion didn't yet know how she had gotten on. But despite the look she gave, he still looked back, looking back.
"Merebelle, how was the melee?" He asked inquistively, reading that she was pissed, clearly, she was angry, though he didn't entirely understand why, as Alerie looked over. Whilst they possessed the same Tyrell blood and golden-brown eyes, the fact that Ellion was tall and had brown-curly hair, compared to Alerie's shorter stature and burgandy hair, was why Alerie saw it right away. She was going to have fun with this, Ellion was not.

"I don't know. Didn't you watch it? Or were you too busy chasing another woman?" replied Merebelle, keep her voice calm yet her teeth-bared. It'd seem, that Merebelle had made the assumption - that the woman, she was speaking to - was another woman, he was interested in getting into his bed. And not his sister in fact - the resemblance...well wasn't there, if one looked at it from a distance. Plus, with many a noble lord being accused of playing it loose with many females - it was obvious, unless on made the adamant claim beforehand. And in this currrent situation - Merebelle had no reason NOT to assume, this woman was his sister.

Alerie giggled, looking at Ellion, rushing her hand through his hair again, as he turned bright red. To her, this was brilliant. Ellion was always the brave, charming, hansome brother she had, more than Merlin, he seemed to live off his own abillity and skill at arms, and yet Alerie could so easily disarm him of it all. She didn't know Merebelle, but guessed that she might as well understand that he was a little more spongey than he'd admit.
"He did end up over here after Tom Lannister brought him over to see me." She simply stated, shrugging her shoulders, as Ellion grasped for words.
"....and he's also my brother. I'm Lady Alerie Tyrell. It happens more than you think. Turns this rose redder than you'd ever imagine sometimes. And you are?...." Alerie added, a distinct smirk, as Ellion sighed, just wishing Alerie didn't speak sometimes.

"Apologies, Merebelle. There's some politics we had on our minds, though it looks like from your armour you had a hell of a spar...though you still look fine, I must say." Ellion said meekly, and if Merebelle could tell, it sounded as if the volume on him had been turned down. He wasn't the proud, brave and chivalrous champion in the lists, he sounded like he was a little meeker toward. 

Merebelle glanced over Alerie and the clothing she wore. Slightly calming down after, she confirmed the Coat, embroided on her clothing. It lessened her irridation, but she still kept that irridated look on her face. Kinda hard, letting that go - and it didn't mean, if this was his sister - that he didn't play around as usual, like many others. Plus, the dislike went to the other issue - of him namely not staying around to watch the fighting. Especially with it being against his bannermen in the last fight. "Merebelle Gray, of House Gray, service of House Tully," she replied to Alerie. Then had her gaze on Ellion - one thing for sure; he would need to work on his courting skills, since she had that look many females had when they caught someone cheating.

"Hpmh," she hummed, not letting him weasel his way out of this. If he wanted to 'talk' with her, then not bothering to stay and watch - the woman you were attempting to court, wasn't the best way to start things out. "I remained the last woman on the field and the last of House Tully' bannermen - namely the last few dozen. Before I had to fight three Green Knights. I managed to take-down one, before the other two overwhelmed me..."

Ellion's eyebrows raised, hearing this. Ellion was not even himself worthy of the Order of the Green Hand, he wasn't senior enough a Knight, but due to his uncle's connection, it would almost certainly come in the next couple of years- being barely twenty-one. He commanded a lot more respect than some older Knights in the order that had been merely given their status in order to show respect from house Tyrell, due to his potential, but knew it had been rather impressive to hear. He knew his courting skills were far better, often as his sister wasn't around to well...sink a massive hole in it. 

"By the Seven, that's remarkable. It sounds I was right to believe you were a formidable fighter indeed. I wish I was there now to see it." Ellion replied, nodding, as he knew she wasn't lying, or making this up. She had a certain kind of venom in her language, and well, of course she would. He could leave it, but Ellion didn't want to. This was exciting, and well, who knew where this could go.
"There are few that can boast that, Merebelle. I'm not fond of melees, but I respect the audacity one has." Ellion replied, as Alerie leaned on his shoulder, yawning, as Ellion looked down at her, disaprovingly.
"Is talking to the last woman standing in a melee boring you?"
"Sorry. I've been up since the early morning to arrive here." She added, as Ellion chuckled, shaking his head.
"No, I'm listening, I find it facinating, Merebelle. But....did you see Lyvia Clegane? I glanced at her wounds, now that looked like a fight." She said, as she turned back to Merebelle.
"Lyvia is a woman who looks like she enjoys fucking men, Alerie. Not the other way around. Merebelle's more impressive. Courteous, pleasant and warriorlike in one." 

"Well. Thank you for the compliment Alerie," replied Merebelle, glancing back Ellion. His words of wishing to see it - wouldn't be much compared to Alerie, whom according to her tone, sounded like she had watched it, while Ellion didn't by much.

"As for comparing wounds. Well, who lasted longer in that melee? Glory is one thing, but at the end of the day - whom will be likely talked about? A woman with the most wounds, or the woman whom was the last female knight standing?" she spoke in reply. 

"So then? I assume, that our little meeting is cancelled?" asked Merebelle. Or namely his invite to her room - since judging by the excuse he had given, he likely had more pressing matters dealing with the politics - than chasing around his new exotic woman.

"No, not at all, Merebelle. I'd still like to spend time with you. I wish I had only watched it all. Let me make it up for you." Ellion replied, Alerie holding back, knowing she'd done enough.
"I'll drop my armour and we'll go to the feast, together. You can join my family at the table. It's a well kept secret that we have the best wine and food, though we'd always tell the Targaryens we give it to them..." He added, his confidence coming back, clearly, as he knew she'd be a challenge. A pursuit, rather than something easy. Well, it was easy than swooning some poor girl and then well, cut to the chase. This was a little more elaborate, it seemed.
"Aye, he has a point. And there's too many men around the table, anyway." Alerie added, a distinct smile by Ellion's side. 

"Hmm? Is this an attempt to foo me over - cause you forgot to watch something in the first place?" she replied, playing hard to get as usual - and making him slightly sweat for it, as she made an effort to think about it. While internally she was giggling with joy - since such an offer was for some minor Houses, a choice to die for.

"Alright then. I accept....BUT....I do hope, it doesn't include gawking at other women - that isn't the Queen or your sister," she stated. She had a special dress for this occasion, namely one that combined the Riverlanders love for practicality and attractive in their own special way. "Shall I assume you shall pick me up for my quarters?"

"Certainly, Merebelle." Ellion said, his voice back to normal, as Alerie really wanted to interject, but Ellion kept her. She was speaking with Jaehaerys after all, who they had drifted away from. He knew he had his own garb, and whilst it wasn't as pretty as his armour, it would be fine fitting for the feast, and he was not going to let her down. After all, he smelled of roses even despite the beating sun turning him into a sweaty mess, after a bath, he knew he'd be irresistable.

For Merebelle he wasn't much of rose in the beautiful sense - and more thorny. Too much effort for a beauty - but she hoped he would prove her wrong. As her hand lingered on his own - before she grinned at him and left for her quarters to change.