Memories of Yesteryear

Memories of Yesteryear
Summary: Morla, Tamara, and Pawel happen upon a meeting within Laketown and reflect a little upon happier times and encounter a Master stonemason in Oliaf.
Date: 23 July 2013
Related: None
Morla Tamara Pawel Oliaf 

Laketown - Outskirts of the Festival Grounds
Laketown is a series of dichotomies laid out in the open. Grand cobbled stone boulevards feed into winding and cramped dusty alleyways and muddy side roads. The shimmering gleaming halls of polished stone that the merchants, guildmasters, local gentry, and nobles have built hide the dilapidated and grimy hovels and dirt and mud that seems to pervasively linger in a town always under construction. Even at night, the beating heart of the Laketown market square is filled with spectacles and merchants and the constant flow of money, although not always between buyers and sellers. All roads lead to the gold and marble pillars and bright cobalt tile roofing of the Blue Duck Inn, the unofficial hub of the business in Laketown set just across the way from the large, glittering temple.

The town tapers towards the Deep Woods and Wolveshire to the south, the fertile Open Field to the west, Brivey Keep to the Northwest, and the expansive Docks to the east. Laketown never sleeps, the constant clang of blacksmiths, shouting merchants, and the thunder of heavy carts constantly moving about town.

July 19, 1329

The day has thankfully been rather cool in temperature. Leading the Taniford Steward and the Duke of Wolveshire to venture out of the Drunken Clam. Tamara is walking backwards as she watches the Duke with a healers eye, "You need to walk so I can watch you your grace. If you are still in pain from the previous competition, how can I let you joust tomorrow?" The red head smirks and offers him her arm again if he wants it and pats his gently.

Lingering nearby the Clam, the shrouded Flower of the March peruses some of the fresher fruit stands fully accompanied by two guards bearing Lohstren colors. One by one delicate hands finger the firmness of pears and apples with a careful assessment before passing the acceptable ones towards a young serving girl somewhere just past the onset of her teen years. The young serving girl accepts the fruit and adds it to a growing basket before pointing out a segment of oranges which inspires the small ensemble to shift a few steps towards the citrus fruits. Selecting a single orange, Morla gives momentary pause at the sound of voices from the Clam - pale eyes shifting towards the pair as her lip curls slightly upwards with soft interjection, "You would have better luck having the healers confine His Grace to his own bed, dear Cousin, than getting him to consider bowing out of a joust - injury or not. If he is anything like El or Xan, I wish you the best but you might want to consider investing in some restraints."

Smiling a little bit as he hears that, Pawel looks a bit thoughtful now. "I'm not in pain anymore, my dear. Only a little sore, but not too bad, so I will be able to take part tomorrow." Taking the offered arm, he offers a smile, before he pauses a bit as he hears Morla's words. "Please, Lady Morla, don't give her any ideas like that?" he remarks, a bit lightly now.

Lifting a selected orange to her nose, Morla inhales faintly the oils from the rind as she continues, fingers turning the fruit idly, "There is little to worry of, Your Grace, where Lady Tamara is concerned. I can assure you there is very little I can do or say to insert ideas into my dear cousin's mind that are not in some manner already present. It is within our nature to protect those we care for most, regardless of what measures that might at times require us to undertake." Approving of the orange, she slowly passes the piece of fruit back to the serving girl and then hands her a small pouch of coins to make the purchase before gracefully advancing on towards the couple, "Bruises and scratches aside, I trust you were not too horribly battered in the recent Royale, Your Grace?"

Pawel smiles as he hears that, nodding a bit as he hears that, offering a smile now. "Ah, that is quite true, my lady." A brief pause, before he nods a bit at the part of the battle. "Well, not too horribly, but I took a few bad hits, including one from Lady Tamara's dear brother. But all in all, it went rather well. And my squire getting to be one of the four that remained standing the longest, that is a good thing."

Tamara smiles as lady Morla approaches and gives Pawel a thoughtful expression, "Yes perhaps…" She trails off then gives her cousin a wry grin, "Oh no he whine far to much for the like of such an attempt I am afraid cousin, men must have their pride." The red head shakes her head before patting Pawel's arm lightly again, "I am sure Xander was just in the spirit of things. He can get carried away."

"Well, I do not quite know whether I should cheer my dear cousin for landing the bulk of your blows, or chastise him for hitting upon the South over the North," Morla adds with a deeper smile, her gaze sliding back over towards Tamara, "At least I can handle the level of excess your brother indulges within. Were my own baby brother more like him, I fear perhaps my hair would not be so absent of hue." Pausing with a momentary consideration for the two of them, she inquires further, "I am not intruding upon your time, I hope? I do get out so little during the daylight hours sometimes that I tend to forget others might have prior obligations at hand."

Pawel smiles a little now. "I'm sure he was just in that, yes," he replies with a bit of a chuckle. "And no, I don't think you are intruding upon anything at the moment, my lady." Looking to Tamara again now, before he adds, "We were just enjoying the fresh air, weren't we?"

"Oh course my dear." Tamara squeezes the dukes arm before smiling to Lady Morla again, "Not an intrusion at all, I am sure he would get sick of my rather quickly without intrusions." She rolls here eyes and it is said in a jesting manner however before the steward asks, "How have you been enjoying the festivities?"

Observing the exchange between the couple, Morla fingers her shroud a little as she continues softly, "It is remarkably different without Ayla around. At times, I can still hear her opinions on. the various battles or events. In some ways, I am learning to be on my own. For so many years we were companion, it just feels different to be here when she is not." Pausing for a moment more, the pale Flower adds as an afterthought, "But I am told the awkwardness will fade in time."

Pawel smiles a little as he hears Tamara's words, before he pauses a little as he hears Morla's words. "It is…" Going quiet for a few moments, as he listens to what's being said. "We all miss her very much. Of all my cousins, she was my favorite," he replies a bit quietly now. "Which is why I hesitated about coming up here. Too many memories, you know."

Tamara's head bows somewhat towards the ground and the woman then nods her head as she bites her lip, "I do wish I had known her better myself, but our interactions were more strictly formal and involving the business of the realm, when Timothy was not working with her." The red head worries the bottom lip more and then offers her cousin a hand, "If you would like to sit with me at the joust, unfortunately cousin you will have to explain it to me. I am rather useless when it comes to anything but the aftermath and monetary aspects of battle."

Offering a gentle nod in response to Pawel's words, the Lohstren woman echoes softly, "She was the best of any of us, Your Grace, which is perhaps why the loss stings the hardest. I, too, had thought not to attend the festival - but she would not have wished any of us to waste an hour upon mourning or tears. She would simply encourage us to put our bravest faces forward and be where she cannot. I fear we shall not have many chances to rejoice or relax within the upcoming weeks, so we should take what blessing the Guardians have bestowed upon us with this temporary stay of peace." The offer of Tamara's hand is met with the acceptance of her own as Morla's expression softens with a genuine smile, "Following a joust really is one of the more easily understood events. Points are awarded based on the place one is hit with the ultimate goal being rendering one's opponent unseated. However, I would be honoured to share your side during the event."

"Quite true, Lady Morla. Which is why we are all gathered here now, I believe." Pawel says that a bit quietly, before he listens to what's being said about the joust. "And I hope you will allow me to carry your favor again for the joust, my dear?" he offers to Tamara again, with a quiet smile.

Tamara chuckles lightly and the woman's head shakes as she does, "See you say it is easy Morla, while I still only feel like looking at you blankly. There is a reason I think my father never deemed me allowed to have weapon training. However I would very much enjoy you company and explanations cousin." Tamara's head turns to Pawel at his words of a favor and she smiles brightly to the man, "Of course your grace, I would be honored. Though I am afraid it did not bring you luck before."

There is something about Tamara's words that elicits a genuine laugh from the paler woman as she continues, "I think Grandmother would have disowned me if I was unable to calculate the nuances of a good solid joust. Besides, one does not spend years around Eldrick and not at least know the ins and outs of the event. Were things different, I might consider riding in it myself. But sadly such a decision would likely only inspire my competitors to yield out of fear of causing me harm. Guardians only know what sort of invalid imagery my delusional departed sister has conjured in the minds of others where I am concerned. The way you would listen to some speak, I should not be fit depart my own bed let alone wander about upon two legs. It really is quite disconcerting to say the least."

"I'm sure it will bring me more luck this time, my dear," Pawel replies to Tamara, before he adds, "If it doesn't, I'm sure the reason is that I'm getting too old for jousting, and not anything to do with the favor." A brief pause as he hears Morla's words. "Well, similar things didn't stop my brother from participating in the just back at home." Expression hardening a bit at the mention of his littlest brother. "And then he ended up participating against me…"

Tamara sees the expression of the other two lighten for a moment and the steward smiles in return, leaning her head on Pawel's arm lightly for a second, "You are far from to old your grace." She comments in a rather loving tone before shaking her head to Morla, "It is wise to have others underestimate you sometimes cousin."

"That it truly is, though it does not make it any less frustrating," Morla admits with a faint twist of her lips. The mention of the Duke's younger brother brings a gentle laugh, "I believe it is the duty of our younger siblings, Your Grace, to seek a means of proving to their elder siblings that they have the mettle and capacity to stand as our equals. Just be thankful yours chose a more respectable method of challenge rather than seeking to try and cast all you and your house stands for into the proverbial moat out of plain jealousy." It is then Morla casts her gaze back to her cousin as she continues, "Even all those things aside, I am not entirely certain Eldrick would be able to contain himself if he were to know others were beating upon his sister - even in a sanctioned jousting match. And I do so try not to add to his burdens in times like these."

"Perhaps," Pawel replies, with a bit of a shrug, deciding to drop the part about younger siblings for now. Pausing a bit as he hears Tamara's words, he offers her a smile, "So you say," he says, with a quiet smile, before he looks around for a few moments now, then back to the ladies.

Tamara smiles to Pawel then is distracted by the orange seller and excusing herself quickly leaves the two to talk for a moment.

Looking again between the couple, Morla arches a faint brow of amusement, "Your Grace, my dear cousin is most assuredly correct. You are far from feeble with age as of yet, so do not dare seek to be so modest. If you must consider yourself anything, then do consider yourself well-seasoned - for certainly that would be far more apropos. I have no doubt you shall do a solid showing within the joust. And should you not win, then at least be certain to see as many Northerners fall to your lance as you can." Her gaze slips back to follow the retreat of her cousin towards the fruit cellar, commenting idly, "The citrus is quite sweet to scent today."

Pawel smiles a bit now, unable to hold back a chuckle. "Flatterers, both of you," he remarks a bit lightly now, chuckling a little bit, before he looks to Tamara and the orange vendor. Raising his voice a bit. "Whatever the lady wants, I'll pay for it," he offers.

A messenger in Taniford colors approaches Tamara as she purchases an orange finally. "Oh…yes of course." The red head says quickly, "I am so sorry, but it seems I am needed elsewhere." The steward sighs and then quickly kisses the duke's cheek lightly before moving off in the direction of the Drunken Clam.

"If I thought otherwise, Your Grace, I would speak such to you directly. Flattery, while an art unto its own, is rarely preferential to offering respect in honesty," Morla counters with a soft laugh, "It just so happens to be the case that both are in equal agreement upon this topic." Granting her cousin a polite bow of her head, the March Flower offers warmly, "I shall look forward to seeing you later, cousin. Perhaps we can speak of some more familial matters when you have a chance."

Oliaf is out for a daily walk, now that the warehouses are once more fully stocked with a variety of stone so that should building need to repaired or constructed they have necessary stock in hand he steps out into the main throughfair and spots a few nobles talking and bows to them. "Aye greetings noble sir and ladies, How fair thee this day?"

Pawel smiles a little bit as he hears that, nodding a little bit, "I see." A brief pause, as he sees Tamara getting called away, eyes following the steward until she is out of sight now. Going quiet again as he looks around the area now.

Following the direction of Pawel's gaze to observe her departing cousin, Morla lowers her voice softly before adding in a simple sagely tone, "If I might be so bold to say, Your Grace - women such as my fair cousin do not step into one's life every day. Please do be careful not to take for granted the gift she is giving you, if you do, you are a fool." While directly spoken, the words bear nothing but a calming tone of genial means when the arrival of the craftsman draws her attentions with a curious lift of brow, "The day is well enough, kind sir. I do trust you are enjoying the festivities?" the pale woman redirects politely from beneath her shroud which aids in shielding the rays of the sun from her fair complexion.

Oliaf shrugs a bit. "Wouldn't be knowing lady. though it seems due to the fact I be working more due to my journeymen and apprentices taking time off to visit to see this here circus. Makes one a might irritable. " he grins a bit. "though one cant fault the young for being curious. " He looks to the duke again and says. "You seem a might troubled your grace, anything this one can do to aid ye?"

"I know," Pawel replies, before he adds, "In fact, it has only happened once before in my life, and that was due to my father's wishes." A brief pause as he blinks a bit at Oliaf. "Troubled?"

"Perhaps, Sir, it would be an ample time for you to partake in the festivities as well. Surely you must wish to test your mettle in the various competitions," Morla counters as she looks back to the larger man, "There will be plenty of time for work once the festival is completed." The young woman falls silent once more as the discussion shifts on over towards the Duke and his troubles.

Oliaf can't help but smile warmly at the noble lady before him. "Ahh if only I could, but running the guild hall rarely allows this one time to play and have fun. " he looks to Pawel and nods. "Aye sir. you have that look and its not hard to miss at nearly any distance. " his tone warm, while being gentle. "Now I ain't no scholar or wise man on what ever ails ya but Tis not hard to offer aid even if it be a lowly ear to listen to thy troubles. " He glances to Morla, perhaps I'll come and watch, if'n I might be able to share a glass of ale with ye at the clam. I hear they have a blackberry pie that's … well out of this world as one has said."

Pawel shakes his head a little bit. "No troubles, good sir," he replies. "Not at the moment, anyway. So you should just spend some time relaxing and enjoying the weather." Looking back to Morla, he offers her a smile again now. "She speaks the truth."

"Ah, so it is an incentive you seek," the pale Flower muses over the idea for a moment before countering lightly, "I regrettably find that as charming as sharing a drink and slice of pie might be, it is unfortunately not something I fear I have the time for. However, I do feel that you might have just as much fun without the presence of my company at this festival if you would but give yourself the opportunity to engage in the events." Morla's gaze slides sidelong towards Pawel before again returning to land upon Oliaf fully, "I am flattered, kind sir, that you would consider my presence to be a worthy incentive. But I would challenge you further to find incentive deep within yourself. You might just find yourself able to educate more than one of your Apprentices or Journeymen in the finer arts of competition upon the field. Just think upon what a delight that would be."

Oliaf roars with laughter, and smiles. "Aye lady ye can't fault one for try and tis not incentive I seek but the joy of a lovely lady to dine with. yet I do understand and accept. " his eyes alight and cheerful. He looks to Pawel and nods "well sir should you find yourself in the need of an unbiased ear let me know.. " he looks to Morla and bows. "though should you decide to take me up on me offer great lady, you as well please let me know. I'm not hard to find being the master of the stone masons guild. Thy name be OIiaf Penderghast."

Pawel just smiles as he listens at the moment, shaking his head a little bit. "Nice try, Master Penderghast," he remarks, a bit lightly, before he glances around at the area again.

Offering a polite bow of her head in deference to the larger stonemason, Morla replies warmly, "And such a name I shall endeavor to keep in mind should we have need of any stone work, Master Penderghast. I am sure your company would be nothing but charming, but we both know it is best if I decline." Pausing for a moment to look between both men, she lets her gaze stray over towards her long forgotten guards and poor serving girl still bearing the basket of fruit, "However, I must beg you both to excuse me as I do need to return to my previous obligations. I daresay I have idled about far too long for one day and should be on my way. Perhaps I shall have the pleasure of seeing you both in further festival events."

Oliaf bows to Morla and smiles "Of course lady.. " as he steps back a bit to allow her a clearer path to her guards and lady in waiting, He looks to the duke and grins. "well one can never be faulted for trying." as he looks to both nobles and looks up at the sun. "Sadly I too must return paperwork never fills out itself. though it would be nice if it did. " he chuckles.

Pawel nods a bit as he listens to the two of them. "I have a few things to take care of as well. It was nice to speak with the two of you. Hopefully we'll see each other again."

"Until then, Your Grace, Master Pengerghast," Morla offers both a gentle dip of her head in cordiality before gracefully making her way back over to her two guards and serving woman as the ensemble begins to head off towards the grounds bearing hospitality for the tournament.

Oliaf nods to both Pawel and Lady Morla as he backs up and then turns to head back into town and to his guild hall.

Pawel nods a bit, as he begins heading off in a different direction now, steps a bit slow at the moment.

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