Post by The Smith on Dec 25, 2009 20:33:36 GMT -5
“We should have some cake, and a little bit of Arbor Gold along with it. It's only natural since we are here in the Far Reach.” The serving maid nodded and hurried off to fulfill Arya's order. “It's been so long since I've been anywhere near my home.”
“Likewise, mlady,” Maryn said, setting up his napkin, thouhg Arya noted a few things that were off but did not bring it up for him to correct.
She looked around the large hall of the inn that they were staying within. It's ceiling was high and it seemed like the place was once a warehouse or storage keep. She shrugged off the thought when their cakes came. Maryn grinned hungrily, and she frowned as he attacked the pastry. “You should have put cream on it first.” Arya sunk her spoon into the cream cup and dabbed the cream atop her cake.
“To your 17th nameday mylady,” Maryn grinned again, with his cake mostly finished before Arya began. He took up his cup in toast.
She smiled happily, “Thank you Ser. There is much less pomp to this nameday, but I am grateful to be alive.”
Maryn nodded, “I'll see that you make it to your next nameday, and hopefully, the next one after that too.”
Ary chuckled and took a careful spoon of cream and cake into her mouth. She chewed with mirth and eventually finished her cake. “So what do you have planned for me Ser?”
Maryn furrowed his brow, “Well, lots of hard work and exercise, but after that, I've thought of something to get you...with your own money of course. It's a good investment, I promise.”
She frowned but she trusted Maryn's word. “You had better be kidding about the hard work and exercise.”
“Dancing,” Maryn said almost instantly.
That perked Arya's ears up, “Oh, well I'd be delighted to.” She smiled, “For a moment I thought you were serious about making me sweat.”
Maryn grinned slyly.
///
Aryanna was sweating, “You monster! I had thought you meant dancing dancing..not this dancing.”
“I didn't force you to go along with it, and I truly think you are starting to enjoy yourself.” Maryn grinned. Though his face was scarred, he had grown out his facial hair and he still looked charming in a rugged manor.
Arya smiled. She couldn't help it and pranced around jabbing at him, he bravely defending blows from her short sticks that they were pretending were lethal blades. His hands were dotted with red marks where she had poked him. They must have looked a little odd, children at their games, though they were adults. Luckily there were not many around in the garden behind the inn, only the odd serving maid passing through to the store room.
“So in this dance who is the cat and who is the mouse? You are much to small to be the cat in this scenario,” he said while hopping about to avoid one of her thrusts.
“I don't like mice, better if it be cat's and dogs. You can be the dog, nasty and brutish.” She chuckled and attacked him again, leaving another mark across his arm.
“You are getting better at this, or I'm just letting you win.”
Ary stopped with a huff. “You better not be, it is dishonorable to let someone win. I think we should call it now, I am tired and we still need to walk the market.”
Maryn nodded, “Wash up quickly and I'll meet you downstairs.”
///
Arya was wide eyed at all the market stalls and shops that were set up. There was such a vast array of things for purchase. She was curious where Maryn was leading her.
They came closer to a clanging that Ary assumed was a smithy. They came around the stall and sure enough it was a smith with a long beard that nearly touched down to his belly.
He looked up from his work and studied the noble lady and knight before him.
“Yeh?” He said in a hoarse voice.
Maryn smiled, “I heard you do good work, and I'd like to commission a piece from you.”
“Well, I'll what're yer measurements then lad.” The man looked like he could already tell Maryn's dimensions.
“Ain't for me master, tis a work for my lady.” He gestured to Arya.
“What?” She said immediately, “Are you joking Maryn?”
“Hardly, mlady, I think it is suitable.” He walked over to some scale hanging along the wooden poles. “This is what I'd like for her, but with your lightest material.
“It would strain me to wear such a thing Maryn!” She folded her arms in protest.
“Just think of it as a little bit heavier necklace. A necklace that can save your life.”
“People would notice it.” She didn't like the idea at all. Fate seemed to want to change her into some sort of warrior woman, and she hated the idea of being a brute.
“Ican makit light.” The man said, waiting to make his statement. “And small enough for ya, it won't be that bad, I swear it on my honour as a smithy.” He held his hammer to his chest.
Arya didn't say anything. Maryn smiled.
“I'll have it sent to ya by a man.”
She nodded and laid a head near the base of her neck. “Don't tell anyone who it is for.”
The smith nodded.
Aryanna Dayne
Apprentice Small Blades
Noteworthy Dancing
Buys a scale/chain shirt for 2 GD
Ser Maryn Drinkwater
Novice Dancing
Noteworthy Charm
“Likewise, mlady,” Maryn said, setting up his napkin, thouhg Arya noted a few things that were off but did not bring it up for him to correct.
She looked around the large hall of the inn that they were staying within. It's ceiling was high and it seemed like the place was once a warehouse or storage keep. She shrugged off the thought when their cakes came. Maryn grinned hungrily, and she frowned as he attacked the pastry. “You should have put cream on it first.” Arya sunk her spoon into the cream cup and dabbed the cream atop her cake.
“To your 17th nameday mylady,” Maryn grinned again, with his cake mostly finished before Arya began. He took up his cup in toast.
She smiled happily, “Thank you Ser. There is much less pomp to this nameday, but I am grateful to be alive.”
Maryn nodded, “I'll see that you make it to your next nameday, and hopefully, the next one after that too.”
Ary chuckled and took a careful spoon of cream and cake into her mouth. She chewed with mirth and eventually finished her cake. “So what do you have planned for me Ser?”
Maryn furrowed his brow, “Well, lots of hard work and exercise, but after that, I've thought of something to get you...with your own money of course. It's a good investment, I promise.”
She frowned but she trusted Maryn's word. “You had better be kidding about the hard work and exercise.”
“Dancing,” Maryn said almost instantly.
That perked Arya's ears up, “Oh, well I'd be delighted to.” She smiled, “For a moment I thought you were serious about making me sweat.”
Maryn grinned slyly.
///
Aryanna was sweating, “You monster! I had thought you meant dancing dancing..not this dancing.”
“I didn't force you to go along with it, and I truly think you are starting to enjoy yourself.” Maryn grinned. Though his face was scarred, he had grown out his facial hair and he still looked charming in a rugged manor.
Arya smiled. She couldn't help it and pranced around jabbing at him, he bravely defending blows from her short sticks that they were pretending were lethal blades. His hands were dotted with red marks where she had poked him. They must have looked a little odd, children at their games, though they were adults. Luckily there were not many around in the garden behind the inn, only the odd serving maid passing through to the store room.
“So in this dance who is the cat and who is the mouse? You are much to small to be the cat in this scenario,” he said while hopping about to avoid one of her thrusts.
“I don't like mice, better if it be cat's and dogs. You can be the dog, nasty and brutish.” She chuckled and attacked him again, leaving another mark across his arm.
“You are getting better at this, or I'm just letting you win.”
Ary stopped with a huff. “You better not be, it is dishonorable to let someone win. I think we should call it now, I am tired and we still need to walk the market.”
Maryn nodded, “Wash up quickly and I'll meet you downstairs.”
///
Arya was wide eyed at all the market stalls and shops that were set up. There was such a vast array of things for purchase. She was curious where Maryn was leading her.
They came closer to a clanging that Ary assumed was a smithy. They came around the stall and sure enough it was a smith with a long beard that nearly touched down to his belly.
He looked up from his work and studied the noble lady and knight before him.
“Yeh?” He said in a hoarse voice.
Maryn smiled, “I heard you do good work, and I'd like to commission a piece from you.”
“Well, I'll what're yer measurements then lad.” The man looked like he could already tell Maryn's dimensions.
“Ain't for me master, tis a work for my lady.” He gestured to Arya.
“What?” She said immediately, “Are you joking Maryn?”
“Hardly, mlady, I think it is suitable.” He walked over to some scale hanging along the wooden poles. “This is what I'd like for her, but with your lightest material.
“It would strain me to wear such a thing Maryn!” She folded her arms in protest.
“Just think of it as a little bit heavier necklace. A necklace that can save your life.”
“People would notice it.” She didn't like the idea at all. Fate seemed to want to change her into some sort of warrior woman, and she hated the idea of being a brute.
“Ican makit light.” The man said, waiting to make his statement. “And small enough for ya, it won't be that bad, I swear it on my honour as a smithy.” He held his hammer to his chest.
Arya didn't say anything. Maryn smiled.
“I'll have it sent to ya by a man.”
She nodded and laid a head near the base of her neck. “Don't tell anyone who it is for.”
The smith nodded.
Aryanna Dayne
Apprentice Small Blades
Noteworthy Dancing
Buys a scale/chain shirt for 2 GD
Ser Maryn Drinkwater
Novice Dancing
Noteworthy Charm