Reed Residence at King's Landing

[Ollie]

A modest sized estate located on the hillside west of the Red Keep. It's as fitting for the crannogmen as need be, plain yet comfortable, braziers burning with the scents of home.

[Horas]

There is a knock at the door, and a request to speak with Olander Reed in private.

[Ollie]

A slender looking women with a brilliant purple flower tucked in her hair answered the door and lead the knocker inside. As she beckoned the caller upstairs, it's was easy to see the flower is the only feminine thing about her; she wore an outfit of supple black leathers and dark green linens with a spear on her back and a net at her hip. She smiled prettily enough with white, albeit crooked teeth, and made conversation as they entered a darkly lit, yet warm solar.

"Ollie ain't here, but he'll be back right soon. I'm 'spectin so anyways," his hostess said, fetching a kettle from a small brick fireplace. She gestured to one of two highbacked chairs for the visitor to sit in, and kicked an overstuffed ottoman across the room as she gingerly carries the hot kettle over.

"Nettle tea?" she asked, and without answer filled two tiny bone cups on a small trestle table between the chairs full of the steaming, aromatic beverage. "Ollie always takes his tea 'fore supper," the girl noded matter of factly. "Says it helps with the digestion, he says."

She abandoned her spear in favor of her own third cup, and blew on the scalding beverage. "I like mine with cream," she prattled, stirring said addition into her cup. "We don't get it at home very often. The Neck, that is, at Greywater."

She sighed at that, and indulged herself with a long sip. The visitor would have noted by now that the estate had been entirely empty save her, both upstairs and down. His hostess looked simply tickled for the fact of having a face to speak to, and smiled as if at that thought. Her comely face beamed, but dropped quickly. "Oh," she piped, "Do you like cream? Or, lemon? Or honey?"

[Horas]

"Ah, yes, lemon please," the visitor finally says, after the woman finishes her stream of one-sided conversation. "But where are my manners? I am Hugh of Oldstones, my lady. Might I enquire as to your own name?"

[Ollie]

"Myrrah Reed," she said flashing an amiable smile, "Ollie's eldest sister."

She sipped her tea pleasantly. "I'm sorry for the state of things," she said, gesturing to perfectly tidy solar. "Ollie ain't told me we'd have guests today; I would've cleaned up a bit more if'n I knew."

[Horas]

"I am afraid I have dropped by unannounced," Hugh says, "I hope it is not too much of an intrusion." The Riverlander takes a sip of his own tea. "An excellent blend, Lady Myrrah," he compliments her.

[Ollie]

She beams at that, pride blooming red blush on her face. "You're kind, Hugh of Oldstones," she says, speaking his name daintily as one might say ser or milord.

"Ain't no intrusion at all," she continues to smile. "You weren't at the North Party Ollie held, were you? Don't recall seeing you, though there were a lot of folks there, to be sure."

[Horas]

"Ah," the man replies, a faint grimace appearing on his face, "I did not have the pleasure to attend, no, though I have heard it was a grand success."

[Ollie]

She nodded in agreement as she sipped her tea, surprisingly remaining silent.

It was delicious tea.

After a moment, Myrrah canted her head to the side and peered at her guest. "Might I ask why you've dropped by, Hugh of Oldstones?"

[Horas]

"Business to speak to your brother with, my lady. I do not mean any offense, but they are words for his ears first."

[Ollie]

"Ah," she sighed, smiled dispiritedly, “of course.” She we quiet then again, glancing out the window through a slit between the thick velvet curtains before turning to gaze at her visitor’s cup. “Would you like more? Ollie ain't gonna be long now. He’ll returning from the Street of Steel soon. Buying me a silver clasp for my hair. What a good brother he is, hm?”

Myrrah sat there and continued to smile amiably, wondering if Hugh often took his tea with the potion the maester's named the Tongue Oiler. She suspected he did not.

[Horas]

"A good brother indeed," Hugh nods amiably, "More tea would be wonderful, yes." He loosens his collar slightly, suddenly feeling a bit flushed.

[Ollie]

She politely poured Hugh a second cup and provided him with a wedge of lemon. Oddly enough she seemed to be out of cream. "I pray you ain't traveled far to come trade words with my brother, have you?" She began to chuckle, "I'm afraid that if it ain't something mighty important, you'll be sorely disappointed. Ollie ain't mighty interesting."

[Horas]

"He's very interesting," Hugh says absent-mindedly. "But it is not too far a journey from Oldstones to King's Landing."

[Ollie]

"You've come to King's Landing? To speak with my brother, is it?" she said in a light, conversational tone. "What have you come to speak with him about?"