[b][color=7B68EE][center][h1]Food, Wine & Flirting: Part II[/h1][/center][/color][/b][hr]

Serenei meanwhile had been rather bored, she hadn’t seen her twin for a while now, last she saw her she was talking to one of the Fangs. A wolf of the House Stark. Well, if that was up to her taste then who was she to deny Rowenna her fun. She on the other hand wanted a little more Southern pleasantries, as her eyes fell upon the hunched form of a Tyrell lad who had a couple of cups surrounding him, his aura oozing gloominess. Such things would not do.

She took a good look at her approach and made sure she timed her stumble just right, scooting up the bench and practically draping herself onto his lap with a suppressed giggle and laugh.[color=92278f] "Oh dreadfully sorry."[/color] She laughed looking up at him as her head rested in his lap.[color=92278f] "But I am glad you were there otherwise I might have bruised something or worse."[/color] She said breathing heavily for a moment, as she tried to catch her breath.[color=92278f] "Thank the Seven for such a handsome rescuer."[/color] She teased in good nature, giving him a sly wink.


The Tyrell in question glanced down at his lap, gaze slowly drinking in the girl who had draped herself so gracefully atop him. He bore the expression of someone who had experienced such inconveniences before. He raised a dark eyebrow, even darker eyes passing over the striking red hair and pretty face. A Redwyne. They were not difficult to spot amongst a crowd and he appeared to have attracted one, despite his attempts otherwise. He could not help but ponder mirthlessly on whether such an encounter would please his sister and grandmother.

[color=green]"I suppose I should feel blessed that you chose my lap to fall into."[/color] He replied nonchalantly, taking a long drink from his deep cup, idly pondering on the beauty of an arbor wine.[color=green] "Though I have no desire to tell you to move. Will you stay here all night perhaps or did you have some other intention when you [i]stumbled[/i] over here?"[/color] Garrett smirked,[color=green] "I am determined to wait here idly and watch what you shall do."[/color]

Serenei grinned smiling as she took his cup from his hands gently.[color=92278f] "I was actually eager to find a new partner to twirl with across the dancefloor. So pardon my eagerness to snatch a flower from his flowerbed. You cannot spend the entire evening languishing in our wine and yet never take a turn yourself. After all I was told you dance a volta rather well."[/color] She replied.[color=92278f] "So if you would be so kind as to accompany me, I know one person, at least who would be most pleased. You would save me from an evening of brutes and other hungry eyes."[/color] She added in a conspiratorial whisper.

Garrett leant closer as she spoke, noting the feel of her soft breath against him, everything about her speaking of a simple ease and grace. A hand came to slide down her arm, gently caressing her smooth skin, moving as if to take her hand, to entwine their fingers together. His lips were close to her ear, her scent pleasant amidst the throngs of warm bodies surrounding them.[color=green] "Such a tempting offer."[/color] He muttered, his words only just audible above the sounds of laughter and singing.[color=green] "But..."[/color] He paused to smile down at her.[color=green] "I'll pass."[/color] It was rude and haughty and mean. But Garrett did not care, for he had earlier seen something that had piqued his interest and he was unwilling to divert from this current preoccupation. With this thought in his mind, he nudged the Redwyne to her feet before finding his own.[color=green] "I must say though. You old beggars do make a splendid wine."[/color] He smirked, before making his way through the crowd in a manner that only a Lord can.

Serenei's face fell as her smile disappeared. She stood quickly enough, letting the Lordling talk as he more or less pushed her to her feet. She eyed him icily, having a mind to pay the Lordling back in kind. The smile she gave him was as fake as could be before she watched him saunter off leaving her with nothing but a veiled insult.[color=92278f] "Too bad we can’t drown you in it."[/color] She whispered, before her eyes scanned the crowd for a new target.

Deciding that her input verbally was not necessary Gwen watched as the couple, Nyla and Loreon, walked off. She caught Luci and Quinn already dancing but keeping an eye on her. The maids that the Aunties had brought were sitting with some men giggling and Gwen rolled her eyes knowing that her Aunties had brought those two because they wouldn't be a real deterrent. Roze and Tansy were not the best chaperones. 

Looking back to Arystide who still had her hand Gwen raised an eyebrow a teasing twinkle in her lavender gray eyes.[color=DCD0FF] "Do all Southern men jump like frogs in the Neck whenever they think a lady is in trouble, or was there an underlying motive for you inserting yourself?"[/color] She gasped playfully, her free hand coming up only to partially cover, highlight really, her mouth.[color=DCD0FF] "Oh dear there was a motive. Something about a dance? I think I should be careful lest one of the many fair ladies I see gets jealous of the Northern girl occupying her Captain."[/color]

Pointedly looking at Arystide's hand still holding hers, Gwen smirked at him.[color=DCD0FF] "Dare I say, I shall have to add your name to the list of all the Northern boys whose hearts I have won."[/color] There was no such list, if there was, Gwen was unaware of it. Though Ashe's comment about breaking hearts seemed to have fallen too easily from his lips earlier. Perhaps there was a ring of truth in there somewhere but Gwen refused to really believe it. Had Mathias, Gryffith, Sasja or even Beylee said it then she'd believe it. 

Gwen had decided that any interest in her was because she was so unusual with her bright hair and obviously Valyrian eyes. Odd. She was just odd that was all. Add in her height and she stood out. Her height and pale skin said Northern Lords. Her hair coloring said Riverlands with a touch of the Westerlands gold. But her eyes said Valyrian. Her family was distantly related to probably every kingdom, save for Dorne, somewhere down the line. A melting pot that had molded her physically.


Arystide laughed heartily at her accusations, amused with her wit.[color=92278f] “My Lady, I fear I am too warm blooded to allow some conceited fool to insult any woman, regardless of their standing. When one travels between both worlds you tend to see the world more nuanced in terms of ‘worth’. Just because he attempted to veil his deceit in order to gain some more self worth by belittling others, does not mean he should be allowed to get away with such things."[/color] He easily plucked another cup from a tray, gaining a laugh and a smile from the serving girl at his antics.

[color=92278f]“Here…if you will not dance with me, then drink."[/color] He offered.[color=92278f] "And for the record you need not add me to your lists of conquests though perhaps should I go up to young Hightower and demand satisfaction or should I congratulate him for stealing such a fine Lady?"[/color] He asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. [color=92278f]“Oh and my lady I have eyes and ears everywhere. If I find something of interest I tend to keep a close eye on it and you certainly are always a lovely sight for these eyes of mine. The heart however is another matter..."[/color] He spoke offering her some wisdom.


[color=92278f]“Whilst I am a passionate man, I find that the love for one’s heart is deeper than most affections. It surpasses reason and reality. It causes oneself to submit themselves to the other, without thought. To jump into the deep unknown and face whatever odds, only for the other half of their being."[/color] He took her hand and kissed it again, longer this time, before eyeing her somewhat melancholy.[color=92278f] "Answer me now truthfully…could you proclaim your heart was mine?"[/color] He eyed her seriously knowing that such a thing was impossible after so short a time.


[color=DCD0FF]"Why my Captain, you sound positively melancholy. If my heart was [i]fully[/i] won then you'd find me boring and quite dull. I intend to take my time getting to know any suitor before I choose. After all, if I fell at your feet I'm sure I'd be unremarkable and utterly forgettable. And I would be heartbroken."[/color] Gwen shook her head.[color=DCD0FF] "I never said I didn't want to dance. I do have a purpose for coming back though. I do wish to speak with your sister."[/color]

Swatting Arystide on the arm, Gwen narrowed her eyes on him.[color=DCD0FF] "I'm not a prize to be won! Satisfaction indeed! Shall I ask you how many women you've kissed and judge you by the same stick? If your affections were so engaged why did you not say something humm?"[/color] She was worked up now. Her eyes snapped, her breathing quickened and she flushed a becoming rose pink.

Arystide smiled at her, warmly allowing her emotions to be outspoken, raising a quizzical eyebrow.[color=92278f] "I could answer your demands, but would you truly want to know? Neither did I ever compare you to a prize. Such is for men that play in tourneys and care only for wealth or prestige."[/color] He told her. 

[color=92278f]“Also I would not allow you to fall at my feet, as a dress so pretty as yours need not be stained."[/color] He had allowed her to swat him, he was used to women expressing their anger or displeasure. Such was the way of jealousy and vibrant emotions. They needed an outlet and a punchbag.


[color=92278f]“My lady, you are hardly forgettable or boring, all I am offering you against my better judgment is some wisdom not to sell your heart too lightly. Not even to me. Say what you will of my intentions, but at the least I have always made mine clear to those I took to bed. Much to the chagrin of their husbands to be."[/color] He told her honestly as he straightened a little.


[color=92278f]“Yes I am a passionate man who enjoys the company of beautiful ladies such as yourself. I hardly consider that a crime, but none have yet ever attempted to capture the heart within the man, nor did they try. Can you confess otherwise?"[/color] He asked honestly.

Gwen looked at Arystide thoughtfully, pausing.[color=DCD0FF] "Firstly, my intentions are, as far as I know, the same as any other girl my age. Secondly, I have no intention of selling myself lightly. Thirdly, I truly wouldn't know how to capture a man's heart. Is it a crime to want romance, affection, love and friendship from the one you want to spend your days with?"[/color]

[color=92278f]"You wouldn't know how to capture a man's heart?"[/color] The amusement was audible in his voice. He shook his head at her final words, taking a moment to take her small hand in his. [color=92278f]"It is no crime, but in this harsh world such things are not always a given and rarer still with those of standing. It was not my intention to anger you my lady, the opposite in fact, but I fear I will have to contend myself with the fiery twinkle in your eyes instead of the radiant smile I hoped for, for my undesired rescue attempt."[/color] 

He laid a hand gently against her cheek caressing it with the lightest touch.[color=92278f] "May you stay ever vigilant my lady."[/color] He offered before adding.[color=92278f] "My sister can be found in the back, I believe, should you still wish to converse with her."[/color] He told her before releasing her and bowing graciously. [color=92278f]"I shall not taunt my lady with my presence any longer. Say the word and I'll take my leave."[/color] He said offering her a choice whether to remain or leave.

[color=B0C4DE]"You don't have to physically carry me to the pavilion you know! I am capable of walking."[/color] Ashton's voice was resigned and annoyed, almost like a parent who walked in on their child doing something they knew they shouldn't. His companions, the young Daynes of Starfall, simply chuckled and ensured that Ash was placed into a chair and given two large cups. With a sigh, the Hightower squire realized he was going to have to drink what was put in front of him. His Knight quite literally ordered it of him. As he moved to pick up his cup his eyes began to move about the room, catching glimpses of various sigils, and various servants all rushing about. Ash wasn't terribly good at the sigil game but he did recognize a good few. Lannister, and Redwyne at on- oh there was Gwen

Just looking at her took Ash's breath away and he coughed into his wine cup as he saw her speaking to a Redwyne who seemed quite dashing and sure of himself. Ash slowly looked down, trying desperately to not compare himself and instead took a long swallow of wine and nodded. Made more sense why people liked it so much.

Gwen muttered after Arystide made the comment about his rescue attempt. [color=DCD0FF]”I can handle myself.”[/color] She blinked at Arystide,as he touched her cheek, confused at his comment. Tipping her head Gwen watched Arystide bow as she blushed.

Glancing around Gwen saw Ashton with his head hung. He’d seen her talking to Arystide from the melancholic look he had poured over his face. She wanted to cheer him up. Arystide had mentioned dancing earlier before he’d trotted out what sounded suspiciously like jealousy. Dancing couldn’t hurt, unless someone stepped on your toes. Maybe Ashton would ask. She loved to dance and would with anyone.

[color=DCD0FF]”Even if I knew the word I would not speak it. You’re welcome to keep me company at any time as is Hightower. I will not deny anyone the ability to come to know me nor I them. Otherwise how am I to make the best decision for my future?”[/color]

[color=DCD0FF]“Now I do need to talk to your sister but someone said something about dancing.”[/color]

Arystide crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Gwen’s response, amused by the foolish attempt to appear grown up.
[color=92278F]“How will you make the best decision? My Lady, that question would be answered differently by all. The more romantic would cry out to follow your heart, the wiser would advise caution and the opportunist would seek out the most advantageous match with the most to gain. If you expect me to push you towards potential competitors then I am sorry to say that I am not that noble or that generous.”[/color] He told her before adding. [color=92278F]“If you wish to dance I will most happily offer myself as a dancing partner. Provided of course you wish to dance with me,"[/color] He offered. [color=92278F]“And did you wish to do this before or after you have talked to my sister?”[/color] He inquired.

Liquid courage was a funny phrase when one thought about it. Liquid giving anything other than sustenance didn't make a lot of logical sense, but, as Ashton finished his second full cup he would be lying if he wasn't feeling braver. Gwen was still talking to the Redwyne lad and seemed animated. His eyes had never left her and as his hands placed the mug down he took a deep breath inwards, and then out before standing, and making his way straight towards the duo. As he arrived Ashton gave a soft smile to Gwen and then a polite nod to Arystide. [color=B0C4DE]"Excuse me for interrupting but I was hoping to ask the stunning lady here to dance."[/color]

About to answer the question posed by Arystide, Gwen was stalled because she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Her eyebrows rose slightly as she realized he was headed toward Arystide and herself. She blinked and smiled slightly. She had thought she would have to approach him. The soft smile Ashton gave her was contagious. 

As per normal with Gwen she could never fully contain any sort of happiness and she smiled broadly.[i] "My cup runneth o'er'"[/i] was every sort of positive emotion that she had at any given moment. She'd never really had to deal with any truly negative emotions and apparently desire baffled her? Pushing that realization to the side to examine much later Gwen looked over her shoulder to see the [i]"stunning lady"[/i].

[color=DCD0FF]"I see many stunning ladies, Ashton. Which one do you mean? You know, all stunning ladies love to dance."[/color] Trying not to grin lavender gray eyes sparkling with laughter. Keeping her eyes on Ashton the question that Arystide had asked was answered.[color=DCD0FF] "In answer to your question Arystide, before and after."[/color]

There came a rustle of wind, as the tent flap opened slightly standing in the opening was the form of a stocky, well built woman. Her hair pulled back in a tight bun, a frown crossed her face, arms folded across her as slowly stepped into the tent. A low, soft voice controlling its anger with the woman in question spoke up. [color=D3D3D3]“Gwendolyn Carmyne, I do believe we need to have a talk about heeding your elders...”[/color] Sylvara Stark, the wife of the Wolf Lord, a she-bear, known for the fact that she had fought side by side with her husband in brawls and battles. Bear island women were like that, as Sylvara put it they were all more woman than any southern born man could handle.

She stepped in at a jog behind and entered her two of the Wolves, Griffith Stark, one of the finest swordsmen the North had produced, glancing around the room he had come running over from training. His chest bare save for a vest loosely pulled over it, skin glistening, the two had been washing up after getting dirt kicked all over them. Mathias unfortunately hadn’t had time for even a vest or jacket, the more impressively muscled young man stood. Both had their practice swords, though Mathias’s more resembled a shaved down tree trunk for the size and weight of it were based off of Ice. Gryff’s choice in blade was a more reasonable bastard blade meant to pair with a shield or used alone. The pair are clearly unaware of the purpose of their visit, only being summoned by the matriarch to help ensure Gwen went back to their camp.

Sylvara goes to speak, once again when rolling in through the tent trying to stay ahead of the rather irate looking Wolf Lord himself is Ashe Stark, the infamous Knights Bane. [color=D3D3D3]“She’s just exploring a little... Hell I’m sure she didn’t mean to end up back here... Oh maybe someone talked her into I mean...”[/color] He turned only to see Gwen’s situation. [color=D3D3D3]“Gods dammit Gwen...”[/color] Came the sound from the shortest of the Starks presents though his arms gave away his strength as an archer, a sling at his side and his bow string hanging across him he’d clearly been at archery practice. He had quietly hoped to do well enough to give Raelith something... She had to be disappointed marrying into the least noble of the boys in the family.

Brandon didn’t say a word he stared into Gwen’s eyes a moment then raised a hand slowly waved for her to step towards him. The Wolves of the pack were here with one intention to bring back the wayward pup it seemed. Unlike Sylvara he wouldn’t degrade Gwen where others would hear it or humiliate her but she had to learn to mind the intention of the words, not the letter of the damn thing. Too many times she had done this and gotten away with it, she had to be reminded she was his ward not his daughter. No matter how much he treated her like his own she was not and she had to learn to respect the difference in it.

Gwen froze for a moment, her eyes flying wide at the voice of Auntie Syl. Momma Bear was pissed. She wondered if her Aunt would turn into a bear just like Ashe told her when she was eight. She did not want to see that, besides she’d be a small bite size to the massive bear that Auntie Syl would turn into. Turning around Gwen’s eyes went wide as she noticed how pissed her Aunt really was.

Looking at Gryff and his state of undress nearly made her eyes pop out of her head. Jerking her head away while turning crimson only to have them land on Mathias. [color=DCD0FF]“Good Gods…”[/color] Pulling her eyes away from the obscene amount of extremely attractive male flesh on display to see Ashe. Gwen’s hand flashed in quick sign.  [color=DCD0FF]‘What happened to clothes?! Are you insane? Why didn’t you warn me?’[/color]

Then Gwen caught Uncle Bran who held her gaze and motioned her to him. Stubborn temper flashed in her eyes and she straightened. She had reasons that she was there and neither of the men at her back were the reasons she had gone back. But now no one was going to listen to her because she’d been out of male sight for less than three quarters of an hour. She might not be a bear or a wolf but she was a swan. People underestimated how dangerous a swan could be. Just because they were pretty didn’t mean they were defenseless. [color=DCD0FF]“I’d be happy to talk at length about heeding my elders Aunt Syl as a matter of fact I was here to do just that along with my Aunt Luci and Aunt Quinn. My Uncle Tobias asked that we place a wager for him on the tournament.”[/color]

Luci and Quinn were close enough that they came up to the group. [color=#]“Hello Uncle Bran and Aunt Syl.”[/color] The women raised their eyebrows at their cousin's lack of dress. [color=#]“Looks like they feared for your honor niece. Must have pulled them from practice to storm in here.”[/color] Luci offered up.

Honora had been warned by one of the serving girls that a group had entered in a rather unusual manner and that she had seen Lord Arystide near them. Fearing the worst, Honora had quickly moved into the described direction, having no real trouble finding them. As she broke through the crowd and found the familiar redhead that was her brother, the scene that she stumbled into nearly made her turn around and run.

She angrily eyes Arystide and mouthed.[color=92278F] “What did you do?”[/color]

Arystide however frowned back at her and snarked back. [color=92278F]“I didn’t do anything THIS TIME.”[/color] 

It cooled her ire somewhat as she gave Gryff a speculating look. The question was clear in her eyes. What on earth were they all doing here? Realizing she would not be getting any answers unless  demanding them she thus straightened her spine and took up her mantle of duty once more. [color=92278F]“Now, what is all this?"[/color] She demanded to know, pulling the attention away from the young woman, a Carmyne, she believed. 

[color=92278F]“Lord and Lady Stark to what do we owe….”[/color] her words trailed off realizing Mathias and Gryffith were bare chested, though the latter had at least attempted to find something to put on. She flushed bright red for a moment before attempting to find her tongue again. [color=92278F]“...this particular pleasure?”[/color]

She made a courtesy to the both of them before stating. [color=92278F]“Though next time if you please, when you visit us, I simply ask you to come ‘fully clothed’, we don’t have any clothing regulations as of yet as we believe they are simply unnecessary, but this should not be the norm, I hope?”[/color] 


She watched Serenei practically do a mad dash towards the brick wall, that was Mathias Stark. 
A groan escaped her lips, she felt another headache come up. [color=92278F]“Now if there is any way I could be of assistance I would be most happy to help."[/color] She suggested as she stepped towards them placing herself in between the young girl and the Stark elders. 

Meanwhile Serenei eyed poor Mathias like he was covered in diamonds. She fanned herself as she leaned against him. [color=92278F]“Oof, is it hot in here? Or am I just lucky today? Hellooo, big boy. You look thirsty…how about we get ourselves a glass of red or two? And if I am not mistaken, this gorgeous body has been put to work..."[/color] She said as her hands touched the muscled stomach.
[color=92278F]“But then you must be hungry too. I know where to get some proper food to satiate your appetite and perhaps afterwards, you can satiate mine."[/color] She said with a wolfish smile and a wink, quite ready to drag him off.


Honora hissed soft, but threateningly. [color=92278F]“Serenei!"[/color] 

That hardly impressed the twin, she quickly, teasingly licked her upper lip, before offering Honora another cheeky wink as her hungry eyes settled on the poor man again.

Ashton had only had time to affix Gwen with a smile and murmur, [color=B0C4DE]"if there are other stunning ladies they must be hiding behind the brilliance that I see when I look upon you."[/color] And then everything went Stark raving mad. For his part, Ashton simply remained quiet, standing respectfully near Gwen and offering small nods of hello to all the figures that had suddenly just assembled. And while internally his heart had suddenly begun a rapid military March, outwardly he did his best impression of his older brother when in court. Attempting to keep his face neutral and only give bits away. He paid close attention to everyone and applied names to the things he had heard about them and took away what observations he could on their own reactions. In all reality, he was beginning to see a lot of similarities to court and the art of the blade.

Sylvara answered before husband, staring daggers at Gwen. [color=D3D3D3]"Gwen... You could have asked or perhaps let us know. After one incident already, you are smart enough to know better if you had legitimate business. No, you're here to circumvent rules as usual and claim innocence."[/color] The woman from Bear Island knew Gwen's particular brands of half truths well. [color=D3D3D3]"Now, wanna try again or shall we continue Ashe's little game you are so fond of?"[/color]

Brandon meanwhile pinched the bridge of his nose. His headache was returning, a nap had not done anything, the headache was still there, it had a name now, Gwendolyn. [color=D3D3D3]"Gwen. Please, I am not in the mood for you and Ashe's games please."[/color] He was mad but he had a hundred other things to do. This was not where he should be right now. [color=D3D3D3]"Humor me, for a change of pace please."[/color] His wife's anger and his own growing exhaustion were seen easily.

Gryff for his part did his best to avoid looking at Honora; he wore a light blush, his fingers dancing along the hilt of the practice blade. Of course for the more observant they would see his eyes wander the room only to dart back to Honora and stare a few seconds.

With his father more occupied with Gwen's continued antics, that would no doubt lead to him getting an ear full later. The bad influence and heir spoke up, Ashe Stark the 'Knights Bane'. [color=D3D3D3]"Lady Redwyne... Sorry for the intrusion. See my father plans to welcome all of friends, bannermen, and champions from the north in our camp and Gwen is expected to help so we were just retrieving her."[/color] The troublemaker acting as the diplomat.

Mathias poor, Mathias the bastard son the Blacksword himself was blushing like a child. It was the first time he'd had to really deal with flirting. He'd never found himself in that position in Winterfell and he'd never pursued a real lady before. He never thought one would want a motherless bastard from an unmarried Northern Warden southerners thought of them all as barbarians. He was redder than an apple as he tried to turn away, turning to look away from the woman. The runt as he was called was far from the practiced flirt barely muttering an answer. [color=D3D3D3]"I... I am alright my Lady... Please don't trouble yourself over me."[/color]

Brandon paused then did something unexpected, he bowed to Honora slightly. [color=D3D3D3]"Sorry to intrude but I require my niece. My son is correct, in fact I planned to offer an invitation to your father."[/color] The Wolf Lord sighed looking at his family. [color=D3D3D3]"Sorry to bring my family matters to your door."[/color] He gave a sad smile as if he hoped the apology would be enough.

Sylvara for her part looked the part of the angry bear treeing a raccoon. The woman was clearly the rock of the family who kept order, Mormont women certainly different from their southern counterparts. [color=D3D3D3]"Aye my husband is right... Gwen, maybe we should see a little more practice?"[/color] She wore a smile that some would call sinister. [color=D3D3D3]"Please forgive the boys, Lady Honora, I forget the southern are easily caught by men's good looks."[/color]

Honora had listened quietly and had kept her smile for most of it. Cordially acknowledging Ashe and Lord Brandon. [color=92278F]“Well if that is the issue, then maybe we can help matters along. No need for such a display, Lady Gwen wishes to place bets, we can arrange such matters for her. In fact I shall see to the matter myself, if only to accommodate her. As for the matter at hand, you can drag her off now, but this would set a poor scene regarding the young lady’s reputation. Would it not be better if her brother escorted her later when business was concluded? I am certain such matters need not take long and they both should be back at your encampment for the celebration."[/color] 

She offered to try to soothe the tensions and make an agreeable outcome for everyone involved. [color=92278F]“And unfortunately Lord Stark, my father will not be able to attend as he is not here. He was too ill to travel and I speak truly as the matter of giving away ‘the apple of his eye’ had been something he had wished to do himself. Alas, he would have for certain accepted your invitation, knowing of your good name and standing, so my apologies for not being able to accommodate you in this."[/color] She had kept a warm countenance and a smile that had never wavered until Lady Mormont’s final words. It was instantly wiped and a very dangerous glare had settled on the shebear.


[color=92278F]“Serenei. Leave the poor man be. He isn’t up to dealing with ‘our Southern ways’ you might break the poor boy."[/color] She spoke icily.
Serenei moaned in protest. [color=92278F]“Oh but Nene, I love a tight man, one with cast iron pecks, thighs that could choke a bear and a butt you could eat breakfast off."[/color] She teased with a laugh, hanging onto Mathias for dear life.

[color=92278F]“Now."[/color] The words were spoken so coldly that the Starks must have thought winter had come.


[color=92278F]“But Nene…”[/color] The depths of the frozen waste stared back at Serenei who knew never to test Honora when she was like that. [color=92278F]“I’ll be seeing you on the field, pretty boy."[/color] She whispered, slinking off rapidly.

[color=92278F]“Begging your pardon, our Southern hospitality must have unnerved you, young master Mathias."[/color] She offered though there was a dangerous edge in her voice. [color=92278F]“We usually try to be cordial at least, avoiding the more unbearable behavior. After all, Northern manners always seemed quite cold and grizzly. But perhaps that is just an Islander thing."[/color]  

Gwen watched the two go back and forth, nearly seeing red as Serenei moved on Mathias. Gwen nearly snatched the girl but Honora spoke to her and Gwen let it go. What started out as wanting to talk to and get to know Honora and possibly a bit more about Arystide as well as fulfill what her Uncle Tobias asked of her would be easy. An hour and back to the camp. Now there were accusations and insults were flying. The emotional roller coaster that was this trip. 

[color=DCD0FF][b][i]She. Was. Done.[/i][/b][/color]

Tears welling up born of frustration and anger in Gwen her vision blurred. She hated getting angry so the more she tried to shove it down the more she got angry and more tears in a vicious cycle. Nothing was going right and she knew she was partially to blame but this extra hounding wasn’t normal. This wouldn’t have happened in Winterfell. What was it about being here that suddenly everyone in her family lost the ability to remember that she was trained by them to handle herself. It was as if the last 10 years never happened.

Taking a breath that shook Gwen blew out a breath and raised her face to her Aunt. [color=DCD0FF]“Thank you for coming to get me Lady St-Stark. Allow me to accompany you back.”[/color] She did not turn around but addressed Honora. Gwen did not want anyone else to suspect she was as upset as she was. [color=DCD0FF]“Lady Redwyne my a-apologies I had no idea that you would make it as e-easy to place a wager as all that. I would have just sent someone in my stead rather than drag my… family from their duties much less attire than normal, So very sorry that your father was too ill to attend Lady Redwyne [i]we[/i] will be sure to share any curative recipes to help speed him along to health.”[/color] Keeping her eyes downcast lest anyone, namely Honora, Ashton, Arystide, Luci or Quinn see how close she was to tears spilling down her cheeks. 

Turning to Honora and placing her 30 silver moons that were in a black velvet bag in Honora’s hand. Gwen kept her voice low. [color=DCD0FF]“I had hoped to ask you who you would favor to win but it seems that I would leave it in your hands to place this wager for House Carmyne. Again my apologies and my thanks.”[/color]

The respectful courtesy was made smoothly but the low tone belied the fact that Gwen was having a hard time keeping it together. She waited for Honora to acknowledge her and release her from the formality hoping that this would soothe things. Once Honora released her she had every intention of walking away and damn any of her family that decided to talk or touch her before she calmed down. She knew she wasn’t going to make it far before her frustration and anger spilled down her cheeks. Maybe it was dark enough that no one would notice.

[color=DCD0FF][b][i]Not bloody likely.[/i][/b][/color]

As the slights continued to be slung, Ashton said nothing. There were multiple reasons why, the first being that he was able to tell much more and to come to far more conclusions while being silent, and the second being that he didn't really have anything to say nor the capability of verbally sparring with anyone present. So, his eyes just continued to watch. Finally when Gwen started to move, Ashton stepped forward to walk with her. [color=B0C4DE]"Allow me to escort you to the tent opening Lady Carmyne."[/color] He glanced briefly at her family as he did so, a respectful nod of his head given towards the Stark delegation.

[color=92278F]“This is what I attempted to prevent."[/color] She spoke softly, her voice warmer and more soothing, noticing the Hightower lad’s gaze, but shook her head slightly in an attempted warning. The last thing the girl probably wanted or desired was for them to see her in distress. 

Honora took the bag, noticing her downcast gaze, recognizing the attempt to save herself more embarrassment and sighed. [color=92278F]“I shall make the wagers for you, Lady Carmyne. And also please know that you are always welcome to return to the pavilion. If only next time as an honored guest of Lady Honora Redwyne, for I am certain I would enjoy our conversations very much."[/color] 

She gave a well hidden soft squeeze to her hand as she took a step back and addressed Lord Brandon. [color=92278F]“I believe you best escort your lady back, I assume not the entire family will be necessary to bring home one wayward ward? Especially not when the same display is used in the treatment of criminals and I hardly doubt one would wish to gain this particular comparison, as it would cast a nasty blemish on both Housebanners.”[/color]

The fact that Honora was willing to even speak so kindly to her made Gwen all the more frustrated and angry at the Starks. But even angry she noted the exchange between herself and Honora and her estimation of Honora rose. Gwen reached out and accepted Ashton’s escort to the end of the tent.

Gwen could make this work. She could. The fact that it was already commented on that it took a whole host of Starks or Northerners to get a single Riverlands girl would give more weight to any interest to anyone who took notice. They’d see a Northern house wanting to hang on to an eligible woman and wonder why. Gwen certainly had no clue and typically Uncle Bran didn’t play politics so she had no idea if he knew what to do with this situation. She was not going to relish that conversation. Mostly because he won’t see it the same way that a Southerner would.[color=DCD0FF][i] Gods dammit I am going to have a headache to rival the size of the North.[/i][/color]

Brandon spoke first, with a slow answer as he released his temple. This was not his idea, but wolves had little say in the anger of bears. [color=D3D3D3]“Lady Redwyne, thank you for your attention. However, I may stay a moment longer. Your father is not present but I have matters to discuss that you could perhaps deliver to him on my behalf or at least arrange a meeting with us both after the tourney?"[/color]Gryffith turned to look at his father a moment raising an eyebrow, his father turning giving him a curt nod. Without a real look or hissed word they understood each other. [color=D3D3D3]“Gryffith will come with me for the time being."[/color]He shed the cloak he wore and passed it to his son who wrapped it around himself covering up what the vest did not.

[color=D3D3D3]“Ashe you will see our encampment is prepared for tonight... Time you took on your duties as my heir more seriously. You will see to Gwen's safe return and finally introduce your siblings to your bride to be."[/color] He spoke turning to the usually roguish and roughspun heir, yet his voice was steady and he showed no shock in being given the task. 

[color=D3D3D3]“Understood, I’ll have everything done by the time you return."[/color] He bowed before his father, another shocking turn from one known to so openly cause trouble. He turned and left the tent, of course as he did he ascended on to the side of a passing cart then jumped onto crates.


Sylvara spoke next, she had not truly caught the more harsh insults woven into Honora’s speech. Northerners spoke plainly, ignoring the double speak of the courts and their games they had little use for. Grievances should be laid bare not hidden in speech or muttered in between niceties she looked at Mathias jerking her head back towards the entrance. [color=D3D3D3]“Come on Matty, if the little Wolf wants to borrow your training partner I’ll spar with ya! Too bad they don’t let women into the fights here. Bear island women be down here adorning men with pretty flowers and knocking southern lads into the dirt."[/color] Her culture and people were very different from many others. 

Mathias however, his eyes wandered back to the woman who had clamored all over his body. He felt strangely wrong but excited as he repeated her words trying to understand why she might show interest in some bastard son of a barbarian northerner... Perhaps they didn’t see bastards the same way down here? [color=D3D3D3]“I... I thank you for the hospitality of your house."[/color] Mathias gave a deep and long bow before turning with his training sword and leaving.

Gwen might hear the wind rustle in trees or occasional out of place footsteps not in time with the rhythm of traffic. Knowing Ashe was following not trying to push but keeping her in sight and safe from shadows, or above, or elsewhere. 

Honora curiously nodded in acceptance at Lord Brandon’s words. [color=92278F]“For certain. I shall offer father your words as soon as I am able."[/color]

She turned to Arystide who stepped up and handed him the purse of coin. [color=92278F]“Hold onto this for a moment. I trust you won’t take advantage of this rather opportune situation, if only because I will let slide the fact that I saw the sinister glare you cast at the poor Hightower lad. Be a good brother so I may depend on you for now."[/color] She demanded.

Arystide did nothing but nod with a low bow taking the bag over from her so she might focus on the remaining Starks, he stepped away nodding in acknowledgement to the Stark men, before leaving Honora with them.

[color=92278F]“Well, you have my attention Lord Brandon. What words do you wish me to confer to my father?”[/color]


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[*]Serenei throws herself at Garrett Tyrell who promptly tosses her off cause he’s a jerk.
[*]Arystide and Gwen banter as Arystide confuses Gwen because he seems to be more serious than the last time she saw him.
[*]Ashton is carried in by the Daynes and sees Gwen bantering with Arystide. Gwen notices Ashton looking like a sad puppy.
[*]Arystide confesses to spying on Gwen because he is interested. Gwen gets a little upset that he had her followed.
[*]Arystide gets very philosophical and serious with Gwen and hints at a possible involvement but doesn’t specify inside or outside wedlock. He warns her not to trust anyone, including himself. 
[*]Ashton ask Gwen for a dance before Gwen can really respond to Arystide or corner him.
[*]Gwen accepts a dance but is interrupted by five of the Stark Family who come to get a single Riverlands girl. Gryff and Mathias are half naked and slick.
[*]Gwen tells them one of the two reasons that she has for being there. To place a bet.
[*]Honora jumps in to soothe tempers and make sure that there is no fight.
[*]Serenei glomps Mathias who is unprepared for female attention and is woefully inexperienced.
[*]Ashton only has eyes for Gwen and is twitterpated. 
[*]Insults go back and forth with the Starks and Redwynes.
[*]Gwen is crying tears of frustration and rage. She decides to remove herself from the situation. Ashton offers to escort her and Honora expresses her sympathies as well as the fact that daddy Redwyne is ill and not attending. Gwen and Honora have a moment of understanding as well as the start of a friendship. Gwen hands over money for wagers and leaves with Ashton and Ashe.
[*]Brandon mentions that he wishes to speak with daddy Redwyne. Honora lets him know she will pass on his words to her father.
[*]Honora scolds Arystide for glaring at Ashton and offers a conversation with Brandon and Gryff.[/list]
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