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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jan 24, 2022 8:33:38 GMT 1
Location: The Arbor Time: During 'A Vintage Year' Event Balon was mingling with guests at the wine tasting ceremony, pretending to know something about fine wine. He'd drank his fair share of shit wine in the winesinks of Oldtown and Gardenton but when it came to a more refined palate, Balon was woefully lacking. A Hightower sworn sword sipped from his glass boldly proclaiming, "Excellent vintage, wouldn't you agree Ser Balon?" How the fuck should I know? It tastes like wine to me. Balon took a sip from his glass. Yup, this is definitely wine. "Very true ser. You have an remarkable tastes." Balon wasn't talking to this knight because he was a wine connoisseur, he was talking to him because he was from Oldtown and Balon wanted to hear the latest gossip on the upcoming regency. Feeling this "source" of information was completely tapped he politely excused himself looking for his next opportunity. As he was prowling through the crowd he saw a woman that made him stop in his tracks. She was beautiful in the truest sense of the word but he'd never seen her before. Balon wondered how this mystery lady could've escaped his attention for so long. He knew the answer to that but that was then and this was now. He had to make it a point to meet her. He casually asked a few party goers who this woman was and finally got a name: Alysanne Flowers. Ho... ly... shit. Lady Jeye's relation. It seemed the Seven were not without a sense of humor. He took a few moments to run his hands through his hair and straighten his tunic. Balon had chose to wear his black trousers and a black short sleeve tunic with three sable roses stitched onto the right breast. In hindsight he wished he'd worn something a more fancy but he couldn't change that now. As he approached her he grabbed two glasses of wine from a server and when he got close enough he introduced himself, "My lady I am Ser Balon Blackbriar and I've been told you must try this wine, it is one of the best this year." He handed her the glass and took a sip himself, "May I join you?"[Phase 4] YHMAM, Wine TN7: 2d6 7For fun I included the wine random TN and this qualifies as a "Fine Vintage" |
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Post by Alysanne Flowers on Jan 24, 2022 22:23:24 GMT 1
(Just Prior...)
Alysanne's face was beginning to ache from holding on to her smile for the past hour. She resisted the urge to pat the golden twists of hair pinned to the top of her head in an ornate half up/half down style that was far from her simpler tastes. Instead, she listened as a young fop of uremarkable birth regaled her with a story that highlighted his many "impressive" accomplishments, her green eyes wide with every appearance of admiration. Her boredom was betrayed only by a brief flickering of her gaze, away from him face and around the room, surveying it for some possibility of courteous escape.
Spying a woman she vaguely recognized from her years living at King's Landing, Alysanne made vague excuses, indicating that she needed to catch up with her "old friend". She lost the acquaintance in the crowd as she headed in that direction, but at least she had purchased a few moments to recover from that sanity-leaching conversation.
By the Seven, she cursed inwardly, looking back over her shoulder. he is headed back toward me. The lad is persistent as fleas on a hound! There were times Alysanne missed the relative invisibility of her adolescence - she certainly had no such admirers back in King's Landing.
As if summoned by her prayer, a tall, striking man wearing black appeared at her right-side, holding out a glass filled with deep purplish wine. As he introduced himself, recognition flickered across her features.
Balon Blackbriar, as I live and breathe. If all that I know and half of what I suspect is true, this conversation will be anything but dull.
Alysanne turned to face Balon, her smile wide and genuine, eyes twinkling as if at some shared amusement. She wore a lavender silk gown, cinched tight at the waist and cut just low enough to confirm what the shape of her figure promised. She took the proferred glass and lifted it to her lips, sipping delicately.
"Ah, it is just lovely, my thanks. Alysanne Flowers, Ser Blackbriar. I recall seeing you compete at the Appleton tourney." There was a brief pause as she walked around Balon, placing squarely between herself and her relentless pursuer. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, and the timing is most fortuitous."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jan 25, 2022 8:20:02 GMT 1
Balon had thoroughly inspected Alysanne's body as he approached so he made sure to maintain eye contact with her as she introduced herself and returned her smile with a big grin of his own. Following her lead he sipped the wine with an approving nod. "It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance as well my lady. You are from House Cuy, correct?" He asked though he already knew the answer. Balon took another sip of the wine before continuing, "You know it's rare for people outside of the Arbor to be privy to such a rare vintage, doubly so when one gets to share it with such an enchanting beauty." The compliment was without subtlety but there was no trace of deceit. "Shall we toast to something?" Balon paused, allowing Alysanne to choose what to toast to. "I recall seeing you compete at the Appleton tourney." There was a brief pause as she walked around Balon, placing him squarely between herself and her relentless pursuer. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, and the timing is most fortuitous." It took a few moments for Balon to remember Ser Roland had carried her favor. "I hold my own in the joust but if you want to see my real skill it's in the melee and the battlefield." There was a sense of pride in that statement and it wouldn't take much for Alysanne to deduce he valued the real thing to tournaments. Instead of asking her about Appleton her last sentence caught his attention. There was a mixture of curiosity and excitement on his face. "Delighted and fortuitous? My lady I'd be most interested to hear why that is the case." The tiniest pang of paranoia crept into Balon and he looked around for a moment, curious to see if anyone was watching him. |
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Post by Alysanne Flowers on Jan 25, 2022 18:45:48 GMT 1
Alysanne makes a slight grimace at the mention of House Cuy. "Not as such, Ser Balon. My mother was a Hightower, the sister of Jeyne Cuy, and my father was a King. Aegon IV, you might have heard of him." The impish grin she wears takes the sting out of her remark. "I have been at residence with my Aunt for the two years past. You are acquainted, I believe." Alysanne cocks her head slightly to one side at the question, no hint of innuendo in her voice or expression. Not waiting for a reply, she gestures with her wineglass to a man standing uncertainly 10 feet behind Balon, his expression stormy. "As to why our meeting is fortuitous, I must thank you for saving me from being partnered in conversation to the dullest man who I've ever had the dubious pleasure of meeting."
"You do have a certain reputation, Ser Balon, on and off the battlefield - I doubt that he is persistent enough to interrupt us, and risk your ire."
Her smile returns, all at once merry and conspiratorial, perhaps slightly tipsy. "Let us toast then, to the serendipity that brings us together."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jan 27, 2022 7:14:37 GMT 1
Alysanne makes a slight grimace at the mention of House Cuy. "Not as such, Ser Balon. My mother was a Hightower, the sister of Jeyne Cuy, and my father was a King. Aegon IV, you might have heard of him." The impish grin she wears takes the sting out of her remark. "I have been at residence with my Aunt for the two years past. You are acquainted, I believe." Alysanne cocks her head slightly to one side at the question, no hint of innuendo in her voice or expression. He said the name as if he'd never heard of it. "I'm sorry my lady, I'm unfamiliar with that particular king." Appreciating the levity, he returned her impish smile with a crooked grin. At the mention of Lady Jeyne, Balon maintained a straight face despite the colorful imagery that ran through his head "We're acquainted, yes. Her and I share similar views on the current politics of the land. It's a topic she's quite passionate about as I'm sure you know." Balon took a sip of wine, debating on whether to bring up her pregnancy. " I've heard she gave Lord Lancel an heir recently." He hadn't spoke with Lady Jeyne in a long time but wanted to talk to her prior to the Hightower regency. No doubt she would be a pivotal player. "It seems Sunhouse has been blessed by the Seven. Your residency and a male heir. Fortunate times for the Cuys indeed. Tell me my lady, do you plan to stay there for long? I know the natural children of the late King have freedoms few are granted." She gestures with her wineglass to a man standing uncertainly 10 feet behind Balon, his expression stormy. "As to why our meeting is fortuitous, I must thank you for saving me from being partnered in conversation to the dullest man who I've ever had the dubious pleasure of meeting.""You do have a certain reputation, Ser Balon, on and off the battlefield - I doubt that he is persistent enough to interrupt us, and risk your ire."Balon looked at the man, giving him a warning stare before extending an arm for Alysanne to take. "Then let us walk a bit and put some distance between us and this boorish fop." He kept his offered arm close to his body as a test. Either she'd pull the arm out to have a more respectful distance between the two as they walked or she'd allow herself to walk up close to him. He knew which he was hoping for. "You have me at a disadvantage my lady. I know so little about you but it seems you've heard about me. What reputation do I have?" The gamut of what she might have heard about Balon was huge. Her smile returns, all at once merry and conspiratorial, perhaps slightly tipsy. "Let us toast then, to the serendipity that brings us together."Balon raised a glass in agreement. "To serendipity. Crossing paths with you has certainly been the highlight of my evening if I may be so bold to say." He drained the last remnants of his glass. "Shall we try a different vintage? What is your favorite, perhaps we can find something that best suits you." |
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Post by Alysanne Flowers on Jan 28, 2022 0:45:13 GMT 1
Alysanne smiled wryly, "Aunt Jeyne is passionate about politics that will benefit her station in life. She is practical to a degree that I can only aspire to."Alysanne gave Balon an appraising look as she formed her response. "Lord Lancel? Oh..." she paused deliberately before continuing. "yes, it is true that there is now an heir to House Cuy. My little cousin, baby Emmon is hale, and as demanding as his mother." She spoke with what appears to be genuine fondness, and then the wry smile returned. "I will not give her your regards, as I do not believe she would deem our association "appropriate". As for leaving Sunhouse, I have made no plans. Lady Jeyne wants me to stay, and I owe her much. But Sunhouse has become constrictive of late, like a pair of shoes that have begun to pinch in the toes. When the right opportunity presents itself, I hope to recognize it."
Aunt Jeyne would not approve of my getting too close to Balon, I think. But she can't expect me to dance to her tune forever. After a moment's hestitation, Alysanne slides her arm through Ser Balon's, standing close enough that he could smell the orange-blossom scent in her hair. His side almost pressed against hers, the intimacy of their bodies sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. She found herself walking out of the crowded room in step with Balon, though he had to shorten his stride to match. Alysanne glanced up at him through long lashes, composed except for a traitorous blush.
"The reputation of Ser Balon Brackbriar," Alysanne began thoughtfully, "well, some say he is a scoundrel, a plotter. A Blackfyre supporter. Shrewd. Ruthless. Ambitious. Proud. Fearsome on the battlefield, not a man to take lightly. All agree that if he has a weakness at all, it wears a pretty face and a finely turned ankle. And there are a few who say, perhaps not credibly, that Balon Blackbriar even has a heart, if you dig deep enough. I reserve judgement."
Alysanne shrugged, looking down at her now empty glass. She didn't remember drinking it. Please don't make a fool of yourself in front of all these people, she admonished herself, but the opportunity to develop her palate on such fine offerings was a rare one. Also, it did take the edge off of her nerves. Being alone with Balon certainly made her nervous. Somehow, it was not an unpleasant feeling. "I can't say that I have a favorite, Ser Balon. Don't think me unrefined, but I can't always tell a good wine from a fine one. Perhaps something white to cleanse the palate?"
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jan 28, 2022 23:39:56 GMT 1
[Disclaimer: I have permission from the players for this threadbombing.] After a moment's hestitation, Alysanne slides her arm through Ser Balon's, standing close enough that he could smell the orange-blossom scent in her hair. His side almost pressed against hers, the intimacy of their bodies sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. She found herself walking out of the crowded room in step with Balon, though he had to shorten his stride to match. Alysanne glanced up at him through long lashes, composed except for a traitorous blush. When meeting and mingling, it was important to stay long enough to make a strong impression, but leave soon enough to leave them wanting more. So it was that Laena has just made a swift exit from her previous crowd, and was looking for the 'right' person or people to join next. Unfortunately, her height made finding such people difficult at the best of times, and this event was rather crowded. Striding past a rather broad man walking the other way, she almost runs into what is clearly a couple. The woman is young, stylish, and beautiful - a real catch for... "Ba- Ser Balon!" She blurts out in surprise, stopping dead. She looks again to confirm that yes, it was definitely Balon. She looks back at the hussy who plastered herself to his side so wantonly, chest desperately attempting to explode out from her dress, which is seeking revenge by attempting to bisect her at the waist. Triple check? Yes, still Balon. The harlot? Still young and utterly gorgeous. She'd look better with a blue face, fingers clutching at her throat as she suffocates, but still beautiful as she was. Well. That didn't take long. She was at least able to conceal her emotions beyond the initial shock. But still, to be replaced so quickly, and so well hurt something inside her. |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jan 29, 2022 8:59:28 GMT 1
***I'm going to break this into a pre-encounter and post-encounter for clarity and my sanity.*** Alysanne smiled wryly, "Aunt Jeyne is passionate about politics that will benefit her station in life. She is practical to a degree that I can only aspire to."Alysanne gave Balon an appraising look as she formed her response. "Lord Lancel? Oh..." she paused deliberately before continuing. "yes, it is true that there is now an heir to House Cuy. My little cousin, baby Emmon is hale, and as demanding as his mother." She spoke with what appears to be genuine fondness, and then the wry smile returned. "I will not give her your regards, as I do not believe she would deem our association "appropriate". As for leaving Sunhouse, I have made no plans. Lady Jeyne wants me to stay, and I owe her much. But Sunhouse has become constrictive of late, like a pair of shoes that have begun to pinch in the toes. When the right opportunity presents itself, I hope to recognize it."Balon conceded to one point, "But all practicality and no passion? No thanks. We all need a little passion in our lives. Wouldn't you agree?" Balon looked down with a mischievous grin, suggesting there was more than one way to interpret that. Balon's nose wrinkled at the name of the baby. Emmon?! That's not a name I would choose. Despite the ambiguity of Emmon's lineage Balon was glad to hear he was in good health though Alysanne's pause gave him a slight discomfort. Did Jeyne tell her something about us? As she looks at me does she see the face of baby Emmon? Balon buried the uncertainty into the recesses of his mind and focused on Alysanne's face. It was an easy distraction. "It sounds like Emmon is blessed with good health and good kin." When she declined to give Jeyne his regards he pretended to be hurt. "And what is inappropriate about our association? I'm just escorting a young lady and keeping the riff raff away." His smile betrayed his bad acting. "Plus, if you plan to leave when the right opportunity presents itself it's good to have friends outside the domains of Cuy and the Hightowers. I'd like to think you can call me friend.""The reputation of Ser Balon Brackbriar," Alysanne began thoughtfully, "well, some say he is a scoundrel, a plotter. A Blackfyre supporter. Shrewd. Ruthless. Ambitious. Proud. Fearsome on the battlefield, not a man to take lightly. All agree that if he has a weakness at all, it wears a pretty face and a finely turned ankle. And there are a few who say, perhaps not credibly, that Balon Blackbriar even has a heart, if you dig deep enough. I reserve judgement."
Alysanne shrugged, looking down at her now empty glass. She didn't remember drinking it. Please don't make a fool of yourself in front of all these people, she admonished herself, but the opportunity to develop her palate on such fine offerings was a rare one. Also, it did take the edge off of her nerves. Being alone with Balon certainly made her nervous. Somehow, it was not an unpleasant feeling. "I can't say that I have a favorite, Ser Balon. Don't think me unrefined, but I can't always tell a good wine from a fine one. Perhaps something white to cleanse the palate?" He wanted to respond but when his mouth opened, no words came out. After a brief pause Balon laughed, "People think I have a heart? That's very sweet of them. And," Balon held up and objecting finger, "I prefer those pretty faces to be Valyrian or Andal." Balon shook his head and chuckled a bit more. "I like that description. Though you forgot one important thing; funny. I'd also accept handsome." " Can I share a secret with you?" Balon leaned in and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "I can't tell the difference either. People just say it's good and I agree. I have no clue what's good, great, or garbage. It all kind of tastes the same to me. But please, by the Seven, don't ever tell a Redwyne I said that." Balon offered to carry her empty glass, "Let us find a white wine then."
After a moment's hesitation, Alysanne slides her arm through Ser Balon's, standing close enough that he could smell the orange-blossom scent in her hair. His side almost pressed against hers, the intimacy of their bodies sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. She found herself walking out of the crowded room in step with Balon, though he had to shorten his stride to match. Alysanne glanced up at him through long lashes, composed except for a traitorous blush. When meeting and mingling, it was important to stay long enough to make a strong impression, but leave soon enough to leave them wanting more. So it was that Laena has just made a swift exit from her previous crowd, and was looking for the 'right' person or people to join next. Unfortunately, her height made finding such people difficult at the best of times, and this event was rather crowded. Striding past a rather broad man walking the other way, she almost runs into what is clearly a couple. The woman is young, stylish, and beautiful - a real catch for... "Ba- Ser Balon!" She blurts out in surprise, stopping dead. She looks again to confirm that yes, it was definitely Balon. She looks back at the hussy who plastered herself to his side so wantonly, chest desperately attempting to explode out from her dress, which is seeking revenge by attempting to bisect her at the waist. The harlot? Still young and utterly gorgeous. She'd look better with a blue face, fingers clutching at her throat as she suffocates, but still beautiful as she was. Well. That didn't take long. She was at least able to conceal her emotions beyond the initial shock. But still, to be replaced so quickly, and so well hurt something inside her. As Balon and Alysanne walked arm in arm to find more wine Balon heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned with a look of horror, shock, and a touch of fear on his face. He managed to spit out, "La-La-Laena, it's... I'm sorry I didn't see you." He'd been so focused on Alysanne he'd completely missed Laena's approach. A moment of awkward silence passed before her introduced the young woman, "Lady Laena, this is Lady Alysanne Flowers, kin to Lady Jeyne Cuy and Lord Jon Hightower and also," Balon looked to the both of them, "your natural sister." Balon raised his fist up to his mouth and coughed uncomfortably. "I was escorting her away from a knight who wouldn't leave her alone." Why am I justifying myself to her? I'm not doing anything wrong. Just talking. "Lady Alysanne, this is Lady Laena Pyre, formerly of House Starkwood." |
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Post by Alysanne Flowers on Jan 29, 2022 16:59:18 GMT 1
[OOC Note: I've finally gotten the hang of quotes, and inserting BBC code from rolls. (Thanks, Laena!) Unfortunately I didn't figure out adding the 'k' for 'keep' into the rolls until after, so I've included the true total following the rolls link. Hopefully I will do progressively better at this!] "And what is inappropriate about our association? I'm just escorting a young lady and keeping the riff raff away." His smile betrayed his bad acting. "Plus, if you plan to leave when the right opportunity presents itself it's good to have friends outside the domains of Cuy and the Hightowers. I'd like to think you can call me friend." Alysanne waved her hand vaguely, "Jeyne has a territorial streak when it comes to her attractive male associates. I'm not certain that you can really, ahem, manage a 'friendship' with the both of us. But perhaps it's time she found companions closer to her own age." Alysanne edged closer to the truth of what she suspected, looking to Balon's face for some hint of confirmation. "It is necessary that I develop friendships outside of Cuy, and I like to think this chance meeting might be the beginning of such an attachment. Although, I do not make friends as *easily* as Lady Cuy - I'm fairly cautious about such things, much as she coaches me to be otherwise." There is enough stress on 'easily' that Balon cannot escape her meaning. Alysanne didn't wish to be thought of as being too much like her Aunt. Holy shit, talk about hitting the nail on the fucking head. He wanted to respond but when his mouth opened, no words came out. After a brief pause Balon laughed, "People think I have a heart? That's very sweet of them. And," Balon held up and objecting finger, "I prefer those pretty faces to be Valyrian or Andal." Balon shook his head and chuckled a bit more. "I like that description. Though you forgot one important thing; funny. I'd also accept handsome." Alysanne restrained herself from grinning openly at Balon's momentary discomfiture, but it is an obvious struggle. When he mentioned "funny" and "handsome", she was caught in the grips of an belly laugh, and places one hand over her mouth to keep from spewing her wine in a most un-ladylike fashion. When her laugh tapered to manageable giggles, she continued with a wide smile, "Ser Balon, this wine has gone to my head. Funny indeed. And handsome, yes, it has been mentioned once or twice, and I quite agree."
I don't recall the last time I laughed like that, Alysanne marvelled to herself. Oh, I do like this man. Why did it have to be Balon? Putting her concerns about Jeyne aside, she hoped Balon was not a man that preferred women always cool and myseterious, for that ship had clearly sailed.
[Intitiative for Charm Balon Intrigue]
[OOC Persuasion:Charm vs Balon to raise his disposition toward her. Do we keep this a simple intrigue? Or extend it throughout the interaction? She definitely wants Balon to like her.] Objective: Increase Balon's disposition Technique: Charm (Attractive should lower Balon's DR) Intrigue Defense: 12 DR: 3 Composure: 12/12 Frustration taken: 0/3 You Had me at Merlot - Persuasion:Charm Balon: 6d6 30 24 from kept dice +2 for Compelling, = 26. She has an influence of 5. (maxed out that roll. Four kept sixes plus 2 for Compelling.)
" Can I share a secret with you?" Balon leaned in and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "I can't tell the difference either. People just say it's good and I agree. I have no clue what's good, great, or garbage. It all kind of tastes the same to me. But please, by the Seven, don't ever tell a Redwyne I said that." Balon offered to carry her empty glass, "Let us find a white wine then."Alysanne hands him her glass, and is about to respond when he turns abruptly, stuttering over Laena's name:
As Balon and Alysanne walked arm in arm to find more wine Balon heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned with a look of horror, shock, and a touch of fear on his face. He managed to spit out, "La-La-Laena, it's... I'm sorry I didn't see you." He'd been so focused on Alysanne he'd completely missed Laena's approach. A moment of awkward silence passed before her introduced the young woman, "Lady Laena, this is Lady Alysanne Flowers, kin to Lady Jeyne Cuy and Lord Jon Hightower and also," Balon looked to the both of them, "your natural sister." Balon raised his fist up to his mouth and coughed uncomfortably. "I was escorting her away from a knight who wouldn't leave her alone." Why am I justifying myself to her? I'm not doing anything wrong. Just talking. "Lady Alysanne, this is Lady Laena Pyre, formerly of House Starkwood." Alysanne's mind, sluggish with wine, took a moment to process the name. Laena Pyre? Oh! Laena Pyre! It had been many years since young Laena left King's Landing, but woman before them was just as Alysanne had imagined her sister would one day become. Graceful, elegant, and of course dressed with impeccable taste. But the expression on her face was not the composed poise Alysanne always associated with the older sister she had always admired, and envied. Looking from Laena's face to Balon's uncomfortable expression, she tried to intuit that nature of this exchange.
[OOC Awareness:Empathy to get an instant read on their reactons.] You Had me at Merlot - Awareness: Empathy test: 6d6 20 ( 18 Total from kept dice, probably good enough to get a sense of this interaction, they both seemed caught off guard.)
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jan 29, 2022 19:17:35 GMT 1
As Balon and Alysanne walked arm in arm to find more wine Balon heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned with a look of horror, shock, and a touch of fear on his face. He managed to spit out, "La-La-Laena, it's... I'm sorry I didn't see you." He'd been so focused on Alysanne he'd completely missed Laena's approach. A moment of awkward silence passed before her introduced the young woman, "Lady Laena, this is Lady Alysanne Flowers, kin to Lady Jeyne Cuy and Lord Jon Hightower and also," Balon looked to the both of them, "your natural sister." Balon raised his fist up to his mouth and coughed uncomfortably. "I was escorting her away from a knight who wouldn't leave her alone." Why am I justifying myself to her? I'm not doing anything wrong. Just talking. "Lady Alysanne, this is Lady Laena Pyre, formerly of House Starkwood." Alysanne's mind, sluggish with wine, took a moment to process the name. Laena Pyre? Oh! Laena Pyre! It had been many years since young Laena left King's Landing, but woman before them was just as Alysanne had imagined her sister would one day become. Graceful, elegant, and of course dressed with impeccable taste. But the expression on her face was not the composed poise Alysanne always associated with the older sister she had always admired, and envied. Looking from Laena's face to Balon's uncomfortable expression, she tried to intuit that nature of this exchange.
[OOC Awareness:Empathy to get an instant read on their reactons.] You Had me at Merlot - Awareness: Empathy test: 6d6 20 ( 18 Total from kept dice, probably good enough to get a sense of this interaction, they both seemed caught off guard.) Laena recovers from her shock reasonably quickly, but her eyebrows raise when Balon names the woman. She gives a quick but definite head-to-foot appraisal before giving a nod of greeting a peer. "Sister." Choosing the friendlier, more informal greeting, though her tone is carefully neutral. "I admit, I had not realised the nickname was ironic. Still, I am always pleased to be re-acquainted with family." She gives a smile to Balon. "How like you to save a damsel in distress."[Just good enough to get a basic read on Laena. The surprise was genuine. There was *definite* jealousy and hurt. However, learning your identity did help. The smile at the end was fake. However, for whatever reason, she is trying with the last comment to make Balon look good to you.] |
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Post by Alysanne Flowers on Jan 29, 2022 21:11:33 GMT 1
Laena recovers from her shock reasonably quickly, but her eyebrows raise when Balon names the woman. She gives a quick but definite head-to-foot appraisal before giving a nod of greeting a peer. "Sister." Choosing the friendlier, more informal greeting, though her tone is carefully neutral. "I admit, I had not realised the nickname was ironic. Still, I am always pleased to be re-acquainted with family." She gives a smile to Balon. "How like you to save a damsel in distress."Alysanne's mind churned madly trying to interpret the contradictory impressions she was receiving from Laena. It was not made easier by the childhood memories that flooded her mind, nor the chagrin of having her nickname mentioned. Only with great effort, she maintained her composure, struggling not to feel diminished in the presence of a figure that loomed so large for many formative years. It seemed clear that some sort of entanglement existed between Balon and Laena - but was that in the past? Or the present? Both Aunt Jeyne and Lady Pyre? This man certainly attracts a high caliber of companion. Feigning ignorance seemed the prudent course. After the briefest hesitation, Alysanne returned the smile, and the familial greeting, only a little uncertainty creeping into the affection she voiced: "Sister Laena! It has been too many years since last I laid eyes on you. I was saddened by the news of your loss. But, you look well, and I hope that the worst of grief lies behind you."She looks down at the floor for a moment before continuing. "Ah, the nickname. There was a time when it was decidedly not ironic, but most agree that it no longer suits me. I am pleased that you do not find it apt." She glanced sidelong at Balon, wondering if this is the first he is hearing of her unfortunate moniker. She hoped that her flush of embarassment was excused by wine. |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jan 31, 2022 4:54:26 GMT 1
Alysanne & Balon"Oh," Alysanne waved her hand vaguely, "Jeyne has a territorial streak when it comes to her attractive male associates. I'm not certain that you can really, ahem, manage a 'friendship' with the both of us. But perhaps it's time she found companions closer to her own age." Alysanne edged closer to the truth of what she suspected, looking to Balon's face for some hint of confirmation. "It is necessary that I develop friendships outside of Cuy, and I like to think this chance meeting might be the beginning of such an attachment. Although, I do not make friends as *easily* as Lady Cuy - I'm fairly cautious about such things, much as she coaches me to be otherwise." There is enough stress on 'easily' that Balon cannot escape her meaning. Alysanne didn't wish to be thought of as being too much like her Aunt.
By the Seven are all Great Bastards so possessive or is it women in general? Balon beamed with pride when called an attractive male. He'd never stack up to the likes of Lord Marq Durwell but having two of the King's bastards think of him as good looking was enough for him. And while Balon would never be considered a great thinker even he could pick up on some of the signals Alysanne was sending. "I would consider Lady Jeyne to be an ally in the difficult times ahead but that is where our friendship ends. We are neither married nor am I a sworn sword to House Cuy. I am not hers to command." When Alysanne emphasized *easily* Balon understood the meaning. It'd taken no real effort to bed Jeyne. Everything she'd asked him to do in exchange for sex he would've done for free. Time had made Balon wise up some and he knew he'd been no more than a tool and plaything for Jeyne. He bore her no ill will but her feelings wouldn't get in the way of him making new friends. "Lets not call it chance but fate. And while... friendships come easy to some people the ones that last take time, trust, and effort. So trust me when I say, I'm a good friend to have." He smiled and tipped his head to her. "Plus while most of my comrades fall on one side of the political aisle they're dependable. Perhaps I can introduce you to some of them if you'd like." Alysanne restrained herself from grinning openly at Balon's momentary discomfiture, but it is an obvious struggle. When he mentioned "funny" and "handsome", she was caught in the grips of an belly laugh, and places one hand over her mouth to keep from spewing her wine in a most un-ladylike fashion. When her laugh tapered to manageable giggles, she continued with a wide smile, "Ser Balon, this wine has gone to my head. Funny indeed. And handsome, yes, it has been mentioned once or twice, and I quite agree." I don't recall the last time I laughed like that, Alysanne marvelled to herself. Oh, I do like this man. Why did it have to be Balon? Putting her concerns about Jeyne aside, she hoped Balon was not a man that preferred women always cool and mysterious, for that ship had clearly sailed. You Had me at Merlot - Persuasion:Charm Balon: 6d6 30 24 from kept dice +2 for Compelling, = 26. She has an influence of 5. (maxed out that roll. Four kept sixes plus 2 for Compelling.) ***That Charm roll would one shot me in a Standard intrigue so I'll work it in*** Maybe it was her laugh or the way she carried herself but in the short time together Balon had taken a liking to Alysanne. Did her looks help? Of course. Did the slight buzz he was getting from all the wine effect his disposition? Yes. Maybe it was the fact he'd subconsciously looked at her chest at least a dozen times and not once had she rebuked him that made him like her. Whatever it was he had a perma-smile on his face. Alysanne openly admitting he was funny and handsome was icing on the sweat-treats. "My lady, it's not the wine. It's me." he said with contained laughing. "I can be quite intoxicating.[Phase 4] HM@M, Alysanne, Persuasion (Charm): 5d6k3+3 17, I forgot to add +1 for Amiable. Do what you want with the roll.Alysanne, Balon, & LaenaShe gives a smile to Balon. "How like you to save a damsel in distress."Balon wasn't as perceptive as Alysanne and missed the jealousy, hurt, and fakeness of the smile. "It's not quite like the Mander but a damsel once saved me from myself so I thought it good of me to return the favor." Expecting a confused look on Alysanne's face Balon explained, "I saved Lyanna Levalle from drowning at Highgarden." In truth Balon believed she'd tried to kill herself but didn't think it appropriate to mention it. "As to a damsel saving me, Lady Laena saved me from from own stupidity at the Bread and Salt ceremony at Highgarden. Something I've always been thankful for."She looks down at the floor for a moment before continuing. "Ah, the nickname. There was a time when it was decidedly not ironic, but most agree that it no longer suits me. I am pleased that you do not find it apt." She glanced sidelong at Balon, wondering if this is the first he is hearing of her unfortunate moniker. She hoped that her flush of embarrassment was excused by wine. It was Balon's turn to be confused. "I'm sorry I don't follow. What nickname?" He saw the embarrassment and immediately tried to walk back what he said, "Unless it's a story you don't care to tell." Maybe she'd share once it was just the two of them. He knew how intimidating Laena could be.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jan 31, 2022 13:56:57 GMT 1
After the briefest hesitation, Alysanne returned the smile, and the familial greeting, only a little uncertainty creeping into the affection she voiced: "Sister Laena! It has been too many years since last I laid eyes on you. I was saddened by the news of your loss. But, you look well, and I hope that the worst of grief lies behind you." She almost mentions her children, but bites it back. Balon wasn't as perceptive as Alysanne and missed the jealousy, hurt, and fakeness of the smile. "It's not quite like the Mander but a damsel once saved me from myself so I thought it good of me to return the favor." Expecting a confused look on Alysanne's face Balon explained, "I saved Lyanna Levalle from drowning at Highgarden." In truth Balon believed she'd tried to kill herself but didn't think it appropriate to mention it. "As to a damsel saving me, Lady Laena saved me from from own stupidity at the Bread and Salt ceremony at Highgarden. Something I've always been thankful for." Likely only Alysanne noticed the momentary hesitation before the word 'friendship', and the play, but don't break second meaning in her words. "Now, while we *have* to catch up sometime, now we're re-introduced, sister, for now, I'll let you two get back to what you were doing. Have fun, and don't get caught doing anything I wouldn't do!" Which of them her last comment was directed to was typically ambiguous, but with a cheery wave, she strode off, just as lost as she was when she bumped into them, but displaying no hesitation despite that. [OOC: /Exeunt me, hopefully sparing Balon's sanity. But at least this set up a future scene between me and Alysanne.] |
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Post by Alysanne Flowers on Feb 1, 2022 0:49:17 GMT 1
Balon wasn't as perceptive as Alysanne and missed the jealousy, hurt, and fakeness of the smile. "It's not quite like the Mander but a damsel once saved me from myself so I thought it good of me to return the favor." Expecting a confused look on Alysanne's face Balon explained, "I saved Lyanna Levalle from drowning at Highgarden." In truth Balon believed she'd tried to kill herself but didn't think it appropriate to mention it. "As to a damsel saving me, Lady Laena saved me from from own stupidity at the Bread and Salt ceremony at Highgarden. Something I've always been thankful for." Alysanne tried to reconcile this recounting of heroism and Balon's playful manner with all of the things she had heard about him. Aunt Jeyne had even called him a monster, willing to do whatever it takes. A monster that, to the best of my knowledge, you've let into your bed and possibly sired your son? Aunt, I think there may be more to the man than you let on.By the Seven are all Great Bastards so possessive or is it women in general? Balon beamed with pride when called an attractive male. He'd never stack up to the likes of Lord Marq Durwell but having two of the King's bastards think of him as good looking was enough for him. And while Balon would never be considered a great thinker even he could pick up on some of the signals Alysanne was sending. "I would consider Lady Jeyne to be an ally in the difficult times ahead but that is where our friendship ends. We are neither married nor am I a sworn sword to House Cuy. I am not hers to command." When Alysanne emphasized *easily* Balon understood the meaning. It'd taken no real effort to bed Jeyne. Everything she'd asked him to do in exchange for sex he would've done for free. Time had made Balon wise up some and he knew he'd been no more than a tool and plaything for Jeyne. He bore her no ill will but her feelings wouldn't get in the way of him making new friends. Alysanne thought with some satisfaction. Perhaps not one Jeyne would be keen to hear, but she had no intention of telling her about it. As they spoke of Jeyne, Alysanne had stepped slightly away from Balon, but now she closed the distance between them. Her grin was once again playful. "Lets not call it chance but fate. And while... friendships come easy to some people the ones that last take time, trust, and effort. So trust me when I say, I'm a good friend to have." He smiled and tipped his head to her. "Plus while most of my comrades fall on one side of the political aisle they're dependable. Perhaps I can introduce you to some of them if you'd like." Maybe it was her laugh or the way she carried herself but in the short time together Balon had taken a liking to Alysanne. Did her looks help? Of course. Did the slight buzz he was getting from all the wine effect his disposition? Yes. Maybe it was the fact he'd subconsciously looked at her chest at least a dozen times and not once had she rebuked him that made him like her. Whatever it was he had a perma-smile on his face. Alysanne openly admitting he was funny and handsome was icing on the sweat-treats. " My lady, it's not the wine. It's me." he said with contained laughing. "I can be quite intoxicating. Alysanne puzzled at his words, unclear on whether his use of "friendship" was now being literal, or if he meant it here as she had, when talking about his relationship with Aunt Jeyne. Either way, he seemed quite confident. Is it earned confidence, or merely a boast? Is it worth finding out? A pleasant shiver ran through her at the prospect. His efforts to charm her appealed to her underfed self-esteem, and she warned herself not to lose her good judgement to the pleasure she gained from his compliments. Still, she liked the way he looked at her: obviously admiring, while speaking to her as a person rather than a pretty ornament. "I should like to meet your friends sometime. Are they as "intoxicating" as you are?"
" And from that, our strange little friendship was born." Likely only Alysanne noticed the momentary hesitation before the word 'friendship', and the play, but don't break second meaning in her words. "Now, while we *have* to catch up sometime, now we're re-introduced, sister, for now, I'll let you two get back to what you were doing. Have fun, and don't get caught doing anything I wouldn't do!" Which of them her last comment was directed to was typically ambiguous, but with a cheery wave, she strode off, just as lost as she was when she bumped into them, but displaying no hesitation despite that. It was Balon's turn to be confused. "I'm sorry I don't follow. What nickname?" He saw the embarrassment and immediately tried to walk back what he said, "Unless it's a story you don't care to tell." Maybe she'd share once it was just the two of them. He knew how intimidating Laena could be. Alysanne waved weakly to Laena's retreating form, not knowing exactly what to make of their encounter. She did not relish the idea of encroaching on Laena's territory, but growing up without any parent or special protector had instilled a stubborn possessiveness in her nature. Her first instinct was usually to scrap like a stray dog for a choice piece of meat, and Aunt Jeyne had tried to temper that unlady-like quality, or at least its outward appearance. It was the genuine hurt Alysanne had first detected that really gave her pause - though she had often envied Laena having a mother who showered her with lavish gifts, Laena had never shown her younger sister any overt cruelty (unlike others she could mention). In fact, upon reflection...Alysanne shook herself out of her reverie, turning to give Balon a quizzical raised eyebrow, choosing to answer his question. After all, he would hear of it sooner or later. "While at King's Landing, I went through a lamentable period of several years during which my child's body seemed inclined to experiment in strange ways with how it would like to proceed into womanhood." Alysanne smiled ruefully as she explained. "In short, I was less than pleasing to the eye. Some other children in residence must have overheard the adults discussing my unfortunate looks, and took to calling me "the Plain Dragon". The name stuck. Apparently, it is still making its way 'round the Reach." She looked up at Balon, gauging his reaction, both to Laena's sudden appearance (and even more abrupt departure), and the revelation of her childhood humiliation.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Feb 3, 2022 8:29:32 GMT 1
I suppose that is an acceptable answer, Alysanne thought with some satisfaction. Perhaps not one Jeyne would be keen to hear, but she had no intention of telling her about it. As they spoke of Jeyne, Alysanne had stepped slightly away from Balon, but now she closed the distance between them. Her grin was once again playful. Alysanne puzzled at his words, unclear on whether his use of "friendship" was now being literal, or if he meant it here as she had, when talking about his relationship with Aunt Jeyne. Either way, he seemed quite confident. Is it earned confidence, or merely a boast? Is it worth finding out? A pleasant shiver ran through her at the prospect. His efforts to charm her appealed to her underfed self-esteem, and she warned herself not to lose her good judgement to the pleasure she gained from his compliments. Still, she liked the way he looked at her: obviously admiring, while speaking to her as a person rather than a pretty ornament. "I should like to meet your friends sometime. Are they as "intoxicating" as you are?" Balon noticed the slight separation Alysanne created when they talked about Lady Jeyne. When he was emphatic there was nothing between him and her aunt he was pleased to see Alysanne move close again. "Oh my no. They pale in comparison to me." His tone suggested he was teasing but there was an underlying vanity as well. "My brothers serve at Old Oak right now. Ser Titus is an excellent jouster and a loyal brother though he's still a bit wet behind the ears." There was a fondness in Balon's voice as he spoke of his brother. There were also stories of the brothers fighting each other at the Black Tourney but whatever bad blood had existed seemed to be a distant memory. "A more chivalrous knight than I but not nearly as strong, good looking, or charming." Balon was clearly amused by his own words. "Then there is Vortimer, still a squire but following in the footsteps of his older brothers. He won the squire tournament at Highgarden. I was very proud that day."
"As to those not related to me Ser Daeron Wildfire and Ser Addam Velaryon of the Companions are good men. They share my politics and Wildfire fought alongside me in the Riverlands. Both can be trusted but neither are as tall or handsome as me." Alysanne shook herself out of her reverie, turning to give Balon a quizzical raised eyebrow, choosing to answer his question. After all, he would hear of it sooner or later. "While at King's Landing, I went through a lamentable period of several years during which my child's body seemed inclined to experiment in strange ways with how it would like to proceed into womanhood." Alysanne smiled ruefully as she explained. "In short, I was less than pleasing to the eye. Some other children in residence must have overheard the adults discussing my unfortunate looks, and took to calling me "the Plain Dragon". The name stuck. Apparently, it is still making its way 'round the Reach." She looked up at Balon, gauging his reaction, both to Laena's sudden appearance (and even more abrupt departure), and the revelation of her childhood humiliation. There was an audible sigh of relief when Laena departed. He shouldn't have felt guilty for talking to Alysanne but he did nonetheless. After all the two had spent the better part of a year together in secret and the break-up was still fresh. He believed he knew Laena well enough that she viewed it as him looking for younger, more fertile ground. A conversation to have with her another day. It was obvious to Alysanne that Balon had been uncomfortable but it didn't appear that he was interested in elaborating at this time. When she finished her story he held out his hand for Alysanne to take, "My lady, never in a thousand years would I have believed that story considering the woman that stands before me." He gave her a reassuring look, "You are the Plain Dragon no more. In fact we need a new nickname." Balon pursed his lips in thought, "Give me time and I'll think of one." When nothing was forthcoming to Balon he gave her a sheepish smile, "I didn't say I'd have one right away." He laughed. "Free advice is the worst advice but I plan to give you some anyway. Don't let your past self dictate your future self. Be who you want to be." |
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