(1866-10-10) Discussing Fiery Ladies
Discussing Fiery Ladies
Summary: Cassius and Elaine have a little chat in the garden of the Cassomir Manse in Firen, discussing two ladies of fiery temper, Lady Sasha Fendral and Lady Milicent Avathor. And guess who wins the fight over the last pastry in the end?
Date: 11/10/2015 (Date of RP)
Related: This scene.
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Elaine  Cassius  

Galenthia - Firen - Residential Area - Cassomir Manse - Gardens
A full quarter section of land streches out beyond the back of the manse, with a cool gray flagstone path leading away from the manse. The stones of the path are carefully spaced, which enables a soft velvety moss to thrive within the cracks. The pathway breaks off into two paths of stone, one is surrounded on either side by flora of all variations, from shrubs, bushes, flowers, and leads along to the gardens.
The garden itself is a place of wonder, and appears to be well tended and looked after. Along the pathways, there are a line of fine puffed shrubberies in vibrant green intermingled with flowering bushes of brilliant pinks varying in hue from the very light to the very dark, which causes the occasional snowy white blossoms of other scattered here and there without worry to simply pop out of the scenery. There is the occasional bench along the path for those wishing to pause and enjoy the gardens, to taking in the brids and other wildlife that may chose to grace the garden.
The second path leads along to the stables and the fenced in pastures for the horses and other livestock held by the Cassomir manse. Tall grasses can be seen within the pastures with spots of color from stray wildflower, and beyond the fences is a undeveloped section with sprawling trees that serve as a place to escape for a quick ride or walk.
Octobre 10th, 1866

It is one of those few autumn days that offer weather pleasant enough to be outside. Elaine Cassomir has decided to take her tea in the garden, she wrapped in a warm cloak of dark blue, she wears above a dress of dark purple colour. The dark colours of her attire contrast nicely with her bolnde curls that have been adequately arranged into a proper hairdo, catching the rays of a pleasant afternoon soon. Her handmaiden Vera hovers about beside a table, pouring the Viscountess a cup. On the table, beside a cup is a plate with an assortment of sweets, tiny pastries stuffed with raisins and apples, with a hint of cinnamon added for flavour. In fact, she has sent out an invitation for her brother Cassius to join her, who must be either very busy with sword practice at this hour, or sitting idly in the dining hall of the Manse.

Cassius has been very busy recently as if perhaps making up for his outing to the Kaedon lands. Or because he enjoys the company of a fairly short female archer, whom he has been instructing in sword play. He takes his good time to turn up in the garden, plain exercise clothes muddy and dusty. There's also a nice purple bruise blossoming on his chin. He brings a manly aroma of sweat and booze with him, but he looks cheerful for a change. "Hey sis.", he greets, his eyes trailing on what's on offer and reaching for the pastries before he's even sat down.

Elaine will already have started to nibble on a pastry by then. When Cassius approaches, she'll wave him over, a warm smile on her round-faced features. "Cassius! Where have you been? Practice Yard?", she inquires, as it is somehow too evident. Even so, she wrinkles her nose at once, when she becomes aware of his… scent. "By the One above! You smell like you could use a good bath," his sister remarks. Even so, she gestures towards the plate with pastries on display. "Help yourself." Managing to bring those two words out, an instant after he has already done so. The purple bruise on his chin earns him a concerned glance. "Oh my, Cassius. How did that happen?" Her gaze shifts from the Volstak squired to the cup of tea in her own hand. "Tea? Or would you like something else?"

Cassius seems amused by her flood of questions and is in no rush to answer them. He sits down and takes his time to stuff the entire pastry into his mouth and chew it. "Practish", he finally mumbles around the pastry when she inquires after his bruise. Finally the remains are swallowed and he shrugs. "Tea is alright, I guess. Why did you send for me? Got bored on your own?" He picks up another pastry and gobbles that eagerly as well. "Goostuff."

Elaine watches with amusement, when Cassius eats a whole pastry. She gestures for Vera to pour a second cup for her brother when he agrees to tea. His question will have her raise a brow though. "I sent for you, because I wished to see you!", she states, with the hint of a glare that may express her surprise she has to spell this out for him. "It has been some days since last we spoke. I see you busy mostly. And I have been, as well." She smiles, but her grey-blue eyes linger on Cassius with a slightly pensive expression. "How have you been? I've met a young lady the other day, at the inn. She claims she knows you. Lady Milicent Avathor." The words sound casual almost, in the way she utters them, still, her gaze lingers curiously on her youngest brother.

"What's keeping you busy then?", Cassius can't resist asking, adding with a grin: "Especially with the husband gone. Knitting bootees already?" He drinks some tea to help wash down the pastry and slows down enough to lean back in his chair, stretch out his legs and pick up a third pastry to take small bites out. He stops chewing though when Elaine drops a name and frowns. "What? I don't remember… many young ladies would like to know me.", he grins cheerfully, "What did she look like?"

"Court stuff," is the vague reply Elaine graces him with. "Writing letters. I am trying to find a suitable match for Lady Sasha Fendral." The mother of the one acknowledged bastard of Viscount Henric Cassomir. His denial of knowing the Lady Milicent has her shoot him a glance. "She told me she wanted to spar with you. A red-haired young lady of my age. Quite comely despite her freckles. I'd thought she'd be your type." The latter a tease, of course, executed with sisterly accuracy. "She fights with two blades, as she did not hesitate to inform me."

Cassius looks like he's about to ask more questions about the 'court stuff' until she mentions match-making and he wrinkles his nose. "Ugh, her. Well, get her some match far away, so she and her brat will be far out of your way when you pop the Cassomir heir.", he advises earnestly, then ponders the description until his face brightens. "Ah yes, I remember indeed. Pretty chick but a bit too eager.", he explains with a little shrug. "Still, may spar with her some time, teach her a lesson."

As so often, Cassius’ reply makes Elaine shake her head at his naivete. "Indeed, I will do no such thing. As Aiden is a Cassomir now, he is bound to stay at Roseguard, even if she marries. She is not allowed to keep him, as Henric has acknowledged Aiden as his child officially. I know…" Her gaze turns a bit pensive. "I know things will be very hard for her. But we promised Lord Fendral to find her a suitable match. She isn't that young anymore, almost 30, I think; which doesn't make it easier…" Talk shifts from one redhead to another, and Elaine cannot help but chuckle at Cassius' assessment of the Avathor. "So you do not fancy her, like all the other young girls of your acquaintance?", she asks, with a slightly mischievous grin. "She may indeed be in need of lessons," this she adds in a murmur, her gaze going distant for a brief moment.

Cassius frowns again when she mentions the kid being legally acknowledged. "I hope you made sure that he'll never take precedence over your kids?", he asks, a little worried, and not at all concerned for the fate of the kid's mother. "She might yet pop more kids, so I think she'll make a decent wife to any lord. Perhaps one who's widowed and has a few children already, so the pressure is not too great?", he suggests helpfully. He eyes the pastry plate a bit thoughtfully, but then decides that there's definitely room for a fourth one. Gobble. He looks at Elaine curiously at her last remark. "What do you mean, sis? Surely she didn't ask you for a spar too?"

"I am considering some options at the moment, and writing to the respective heads of Houses," Elaine explains, in regards to Sasha Fendral. "And yes, once there is legitimate offspring, they will certainly have precedence over Aiden. If not… well, he will be Henric's heir." Her tone remains matter-of-factly. "Henric and I haven't announced it yet," the Cassomir Viscountess adds, after a moment. "That I'm with child." When he asks about her wishing to spar against Milicent, she shakes her head with a chuckle. "Indeed, no. Not a spar. I mean… she seems very impulsive to me, and not very ladylike. She spoke of exploring the world… Oh my. Maybe my questions about her relative, the traitor Sir Travis Avathor, were not quite appropriate. She stormed out after all. I may have hurt her feelings…" This realization obviously one that troubles Elaine.

Cassius seems content by the news that legitimate children will definitely take precedence. And that's enough baby talk for him, as he waves the topic off with a gesture. "Who's that traitor then? Her father? Uncle? Anyway, appropriate or not, doesn't do to ignore the elephant in the room, does it? She should have appreciated the chance to distance herself from him. And yea -" He actually points his index finger at her, "That's it. Not ladylike. Too impulsive. I like me a girl with manners. A bit, you know -" he waggles his hands about a bit, perhaps in imitation of ladies, "Dainty."

"He's her uncle, I think," Elaine replies in regards to Sir Avathor's relation to Lady Milicent. "She didn't wish to talk about him. In fact, I suspect her family is here currently, at Firen, to assure the Queen of their unrelenting loyalty. It is this loyalty and sense of duty this young lady is lacking. At least she appeared that way to me, when we spoke. Oh…" Her eyes lift to shoot Cassius a glance. "She called you young and naive, by the way. That, I found quite amusing. Given her own very young age."

"And very impressive, considering she met me for all but a few minutes.", Cassius with a little smirk, then shrugs casually. "Ah, you know… I don't mind people thinking of me that way. Let them underestimate me. In the end that will always benefit me.", he winks and finishes his tea, before eyeing the last pastry left on the plate. "I think I might be ready for that bath you suggested earlier…"

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Elaine=Reaction Vs Cassius=Reaction
< Elaine: Good Success Cassius: Success
< Net Result: Elaine wins - Solid Victory

"Is that so?", Elaine asks, her lips curving faintly. "People underestimate you? I certainly don't, brother. I know you will be a great knight some day, and find your beautiful princess…" That mayhaps the greatest tease dealt to her brother on this afternoon. Her gaze follows his, and… Before her younger brother can reach for the last pastry, Elaine Cassomir's hand darts already forward and snatches the pastry from the plate, right before his eyes. With a victorious smile she takes a good bite from it. "I need to eat for two, right?" She does in fact not look as lean as she used to be, even if the high-waisted cut of her dress manages to cover most of the weight she has gained - and a curve of a belly that is bound to grow. "And yes… A bath. You smell, little brother!"

Cassius narrows his eyes at her when makes a quick grab of the last pastry, then laughs. "Indeed, you do not underestimate me, dear sis! You knew you had to be fast. Enjoy your prize… and remember, you may be eating for two now, but once your tenant departs, you'll be stuck with all that weight you piled on." Good kid, dishing out advice. "Find me a proper princess if you can.", he adds, then leaps to his feet and wanders off to find a hot bath and a dainty maiden to scrub his back.

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