(1866-09-17) Matters of Fashion
Matters of Fashion
Summary: Adrienne is frustrated with her archery practice. Can Tiadora cheer her up, with her concern about which dresses would be appropriate for the various tournament events? At least she can distract her sufficiently, along with Adrienne's brother Graham who confesses a favor that hasn't been received.
Date: 17/09/2015 (Date of RP)
Related: Current tourney logs.
Players:
Adrienne  Tiadora  Graham  

Tourney Grounds - Pacitta City - Pacitta

The tournament grounds stand ready for use at a moment's notice. The stands are setup with the well-to-do sitting in the center, with the best seats, and for any courtiers present. A half canopy has been established to help keep the shade in the area and protect from any of the elements, a thick leather trim going across the area where the VIPs are sitting raised up about fifty feet and supported by heavy wooden poles and tethers tying it. The benches have been formed of thick wood in the gallery, with lesser galleries set to the side for commoners, guards, and those who are watching and not immediately involved over in the arena. There are roughly eight rows of seats set up for the commoners stretching off the full length of the viewing gallery, and roughly three rows thick for the VIPs to sit upon. Among the rows are those who are bringing beverage and refreshments.

The arena is dusty, a pit formed in the ground which has been dug down flat with padded dirt roughly two feet down from the main tents, the incline designed to give the crowd a better view. The center of the arena betray tell-tale markings where it is apparent that the rail for jousts could be set, if not set already. The dirt is thick and solid, packed down as firmly and evenly as it can be to ensure good footing. From the opposite ends of the exhibition pavilions are a pair of berths where the combatants would enter from and where judges and guards would otherwise sit, as well as attendants to quickly go and tend to the injured or break apart the combatants should it be necessary. The main pit is larger than the pavilions, being roughly fifty horse lengths wide, enough for all the combatants to have plenty of room to brawl without being so spread out that the main viewing area would risk losing track of them.

Septembre 17th, 1866

A late morning it is, and the Tourney Grounds of Pacitta should be deserted truly at this hour, especially with the bareknuckle contest having taken place on the previous day. However, a small number of individuals have already found their way onto the field, aiming to do some training for the contests to come. A few young knights can be spotted to the one side of the field, engaged with sparring. There is a single rider trying his mettle against a quintain to the other side. And one solitary figure stands in front of the archery butts; dark brown hair arranged in a braid, green eyes focusing as Adrienne Cassomir takes aim. The young lady attired in tunic and leggings, the apparel of a Huntress. Air leaves her lungs as she releases an arrow, from the medium sized bow she has. Her gaze following the flight of the arrow with a slightly sceptical stare.

<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Failure. (2 6 4 3 5 1 6 1 2 3 5 5 4 2 2)

It seems her own assessment has been realistic enough, when the arrow flies PAST the target, and the Huntress lets out a slightly irritated groan. "ONE ABOVE!!!"

Tiadora is taking an early morning stroll, followed by a pair of burly guardsmen. She pauses at the cursing and gently calls out, "He won't appreciate that. Taking His name in vain."

Adrienne's head turns when she heards the voice, and at first Tiadora might be a little shocked by the glare she gives her - until she realizes perhaps that this young woman in Huntress attire is not so much mad at her but at herself. "I don't think it's in vain, when He needs to learn of my…" She clenches her teeth. "…Frustration." Even so, the Cassomir lady straightens, to offer the Gerrell an incline of her head. "Lady Tiadora Gerrell, is it?", Adrienne asks casually, her expression already softening a little. "I think we met at the party at the Tracano Manse. Adrienne Cassomir, cousin to Lady Raelyn, Lady Emilia; and Viscount Jaren Cassomir." The soon to be King.

Tiadora gives a shy smile back in reply and curtsies politely. "The One knows all our-" the reply comes, automatically. But she catches herself and flushes in embarrassment. "I'm sure He just wants you to keep improving and bettering yourself. Did you enjoy the party? It was one of— it was my first."

Graham is approaching from the other direction looking a bit disheveled as well though he is wearing his new armor so must be joust practice, the helm is under his arm so his features can be seen. The voice familiar to him causes him to change course and head that direction. "Hello, sister dear." He says smiling to her though wondering what has caused her words before turning "Lady Tia, a pleasure as always."

Adrienne's irritation fades even more when she sees that shy smile. "Oh please, Lady Tiadora. No curtsey. I'm just a Huntress." Said with a flick of her hand. A shadow reclaiming her features briefly, when she says: "I could certainly do better than that, or I wouldn't have managed to get through the Harrowing.", the tone just a touch grumpy. "The party was… nice, yes," she continues then, more amiably. "I got to dance which was a surprise." The hint of a smirk plays across her lips. "It does not happen that often." Green eyes shift from Tiadora to Graham, and that hint of a smirk turns into a genuine smile. "Brother! How nice of you to lurk about the Tourney Grounds when I am making a complete fool of myself at the archery butts." Her hand comes up and gestures towards where that arrow presumably has hit the ground, evading its target completely.

Tiadora gives Graham a bit warmer smile simply out of a greater degree of recognition. "Getting ready for tonight, Sir Graham? I'm sure the joust will have a grand turnout." A moments pause and she asks Adrienne, "Was it you cousin Aidric tripped on?"

The Lily Knight will turn back looking to the arrow before turning back to his sister. "I try my best at least, but you are being too hard on yourself, Adrienne, remember everyone has off moments, a swing goes wide, an arrow slips from the string." He says moving to stand at her side and give a one armed hug if allowed. "Your next shot I am sure will be excellent." He looks over to Tia and nods to her "Attempting to anyways, admittedly the joust isn't my strongest showing but I hope to get a few points at least and perhaps I will do better in the duels. I hope you will be able to come watch, the jousts are always exciting."

Green eyes shift from Graham back to Tiadora, Adrienne's expression friendly enough towards the younger lady. Her question however seems to take her a bit unawares. A bit of air leaves her lips, as her gaze goes distant for a brief moment, focusing on the memory of that dance before her attention returns to Tia. "Ummmm… He didn't exactly trip on me, but it was close enough," she says with a slightly awkward smile. "Lord Aidric is your cousin?" The awkward look remains, even when she finds herself being hugged by one arm of her brother. "Oh you know… I'm not planning to compete anyway at the archery contest. This…" She rolls her eyes and glances upwards towards the sky, shaking her head, "being perhaps a sign indeed, that I should stick to my decision." She smiles towards her brother. "You'll do fine, I am sure. I'll try to be around to watch you in the lists. Let me guess… you are wearing her favor, right?"

Tiadora chews her lip. Family relations are never easy to discuss. "Our fathers are- were brothers," she says uncomfortably of Aidric. She turns to the Lily Knight expectantly. "Your, ah… Consort?"

"I think you would do better than you think Adrienne but I do understand." Graham says, he will glance back towards the lists and shrug "We'll see, I am at least properly armored this time which is a boon." He chuckles a bit further though the last question erases this and he shrugs. "I have not been given as such." He says simply though looking to Tia and nodding to her words

There is a curious glance being shot Tia's way when Adrienne considers her reply and expression. "Oh?" The tone suggesting she'd like to hear more, even though she does not push it further than that. Tia's question towards Graham makes the Huntress regard her brother with fond attentiveness. The reply he has, makes her lift a brow in slight astonishment. "Oh." This of a different tone, even so perhaps even more question than the other 'oh' she's uttered.

Tiadora picks up only a degree of the undertones in Adrienne's inquiry. "I will try to be there. I'm sure many of Rivana's Knights will ride, and it's important to be there for them. And be seen being there for them." She looks at her dark blue gown and frowns. "I need to wear something new for this. Or I maybe will wear the party dress I had."

Graham nods to his sister a moment but shakes off whatever has come over him quickly as he's able to anyways. He looks over to Tia and nods "They will ride indeed in the joust, Lord Thaddeus won the last tourney joust's" he ponders a moment. "Either would work, the party dress was lovely. I believe I said so at the time." He smiles once more moving past for now.

Oh, the talk of dresses! Adrienne rolls her eyes ever-so-slightly. "If I'll attend…. which I will, of course," she assures shooting a sideways glance towards Graham, "I'll probably stay dressed as I am, a Huntress of Ironhold. I am sure no one will pay attention anyway to what we are wearing, when the focus will be on the knights in the lists. I'll save my dress…", here she frowns slightly, because she doesn't enjoy wearing dresses at all, "the one I wore at the party for the banquet. It will be fancy enough, I hope." Maybe she has only taken this one dress along to Pacitta…? Graham glossing over the question, which her 'oh' was indeed, earns him another lingering look, very much conveying: 'We need to talk! Later'.

Tiadora starts to blush. He called her dress lovely. But Adrienne mentions the banquet and she face palms suddenly. "Oh you are right," she says- likely one of the few times someone defers to Adrienne in fashion matters. "I'll have to wear something else and save it. Maybe my normal dress will be okay. Or this one again?" She's completely at a loss.

"You never do see yourself properly sister, of course people will pay you attention." Graham says shaking his head though he does catch the look given to him a single nod given to the talking later. "You will be fine either way." The Lily Knight looks to Tia and the blush. "Simply the truth Lady Tia, and yes there is the banquet to consider. You likewise will be fine I assure the both of you."

"One above," Adrienna chuckles when she sees Tia's distress over the mere question of what dress to wear - a dilemma that is so foreign to her own way of life. "I believe you will look fine in any dress you wear. But…" She shrugs. "Maybe you should consult someone else… Maybe Princess Clara? She will know about these things." To Graham the freckled Cassomir's green eyes flash briefly in acknowledgement of his nod. "As you will be, brother, fine at the Banquet, our dashing Lily Knight!"

Tiadora calms a little. "We had so few people at the boxing, I can probably get away with the same dress I wore… I don't know. It's stupid to have to get used to this." She frowns, frustrated. "But I want to make Normont look good. For my brother."

The knight looks over to his sister and smiles at the talk of dresses. He does consider that he'd done alright with helping though he nods "Prince Clara would be good indeed." He comments though catching the look he smiles and nods "Thank you sister, but not hardly, I try not to fall flat on my face at all times." He looks over to Tia and nods "The Boxing isn't the most popular some see it to be a bit beneath them I suppose you'd say." He shrugs he enjoyed it. He shakes his head though "Your doing great lady Tia, and you've made Normont proud already I assure."

"Don't worry so much," Adrienne tells Tiadora with a friendly smile and a light lift of a shoulder. "This is Pacitta, not the Royal Courts of Sunsreach or Rovilon. Pick a dress that seems convenient." Her gaze shifts to Graham. "Try harder.", is all she offers with a smirk. "I want to celebrate you at the Banquet." Her head turns then towards the archery target, as she considers it from afar. "Enough practice with the bow for today, I daresay. Excuse me, I'll get my arrow and then I'll head to the inn. For a late breakfast." She shoots a glance to the both of them. "Do you two wish to come along?"

"I'd love breakfast," Tiadora replies. She grins and dimples appear in her rounded cheeks.

Graham nods after his sister and lady Tia "I would like breakfast let me change out of my armor horribly impractical for most things." he says looking to his plate armor though he's proud he was able to buy it with this winnings the words are still true.

"You should stop by then at the manse, and change into something more comfortable." Adrienne remarks vaguely towards Graham. "Tis agreed then," the freckled Cassomir Huntress continues with a good-natured chuckle as she goes to get her arrow, before she returns to walk with Lady Tiadora Gerrell and her brother, the Lily Knight, away from the Tourney Grounds, towards an inn in the better part of Pacitta where they can get a decent breakfast that will meet even Tiadora's standards.

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