Midsummer 1491
30th of Flamerule, evening walking back to ship from the Green Goblin and on board the ship
As the group is walking back to the ship after leaving Sorrow and Ivar engaged in a lively jam session at the Green Goblin, the town of Riverport already gearing up for tomorrow's Midsummer festivities, Atalaya pulls Nevil aside from the others. In a low voice she said, “Tomorrow, we need to find some time to gather a few things for our own celebration of Midsummer. If the party and hijinks that were going on in the Green Goblin are any indication, by tomorrow evening it isn’t going to be safe to walk alone in the streets. But we can have a really nice celebration for ourselves onboard the Hond Ebarth. Yes?
Nevil looks a little nervous, “It will be nice to be moored away from town tonight. What exactly do you have in mind? A rich dinner and wine? Or something more festive?”
“We will have to see if we can pull Sorrow away from the taverns. But, if tonight is any indication, I doubt that we are going anywhere until the 1st. But we should certainly get some things together to celebrate amongst ourselves. Maybe escort Sorrow to wherever he plans to play so that he gets there safely and then head back to the boat for our own celebration. I really don’t want Cirilli out and about if the town gets too rowdy.”
“How do you usually celebrate this holiday?”
Nevil sighed with a contemplative expression, "well, the holiday has been different things at different times. As a child, grandfather would buy these special little cakes and we would spend the daylight hours walking the wild spaces."
With a mischievous look, "You may recall that I was about Cirilli’s age when I went to live with the tavern keeper next door. So, I am not a stranger to the excesses of Midsummer." She grins, "I may be a paladin, but I'm not a prude."
Nevil looks happy with remembrance, "But it was not always so. In the years I was paired with Inman or wed to Nathan, we spent the time in small gatherings of our families and friends. It was an equally "festive" time of private reconnection. Nathan even proposed one Midsummer, we wed the next fall.”
Looking a bit unsure, "I have not really celebrated a Midsummer as Nevil. So, the night is open to new traditions I suppose. What is your way to celebrate, and what shall we do tomorrow tonight?"
Well, if I was in the High Forest family and friends have parties, some of which can be a bit raucous, depending on the ages of the participants. Those with lovers frequently plan trysts at favorite places in the forest. Those couples who worship Mielikki will observe planting rituals. But my favorite part of Midsummer Night is the Wild Ride. Mielikki calls the unicorns and they allow those of us who worship her to ride them bareback. And they take us wherever Mielikki asks them. That is generally to a different forest. I saw some wondrous things on the Wild Ride. I’ve only done this a few times, but it is an experience like no other.
“Ah that's right. I'm sorry we ended up stuck in this huge city this year. Perhaps we can find some way to get a little closer to nature tomorrow night. It is a night of mischief too.”
"Well, if that is the loose plan, I will need to stop by an herbalist and a general merchant. Will you be observing the local customs for the holiday? It may make Boz's night easier." Atalaya looks at Nevil with curiosity.
Nevil points to a young woman across the street reviewing the wares of a street merchant. "The woman there, by the produce stand, wears a long red ribbon in her hair. She is either paired or married. A signal to suitors of her unavailability. In large towns, it makes for a more peaceful night. White ribbons are underage maidens or those who have vowed chastity, yellow ribbons are beacons of a desire for a mate, and those without; either don't know the custom, or prefer to see where the night goes. So you might save Boz the stress and get a red ribbon. Or drive him crazy by not wearing one and having to endure the advances of the hopeful. There are other customs, but that's probably the most helpful to know."
Nevil takes out her prayer cloth and drapes it over her neck. "This is a signal that discrete pre-event curative services are offered. It's mostly free, but sometimes you get tips. Port towns pick up all kinds of funny customs to give the sailors a fighting chance."
So a general merchant for some ribbons, and an herbalist to replenish the nightcap stock, or to find some pipeweed. Anything else we need?
Atalaya walks on for a bit, considering Nevil’s information. “Some festival worthy foods and drink. Plus the other things we need, arrows, healing potions and whatnot. And do you have a festival worthy outfit? Cirilli and I have that covered, but if you don’t, I know a shop that carries a lot of nice things. We should be busy in the morning.
Nevil grins and teases Atalaya, "And why exactly do you think I would need to go shopping for one? While it has been a while, I do, in fact, have a nearly new, and rather flattering dress. It is kind of exciting to think of the possibilities of the holiday.”
And we will need to introduce Inman to Kay. I think that will be good for them both.”
“I haven’t heard about the colored hair ribbons before. That sounds like a useful custom. Cirilli will definitely need a white ribbon. And I will find a red one. No reason to incite a brawl if someone makes an advance in Vaz’s presence. But what color shall we get for you?”
Nevil nods her head slightly, "honestly, I don't know. There isn't really a color for it's complicated. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but there is a lot to be said for casual encounters and changing ports. The simplicity is nice, but there are hearts involved. Either way, I have the ribbons I need.”
“We could have you one of each color. That would surely confuse one and all,” Atalaya commented.”
“Oh my lord. No.” Nevil laughed. “That would be as bad as running the streets naked.” Nevil looks ahead at Inman, “The timing is always awful. We are caught between remembering what we were and reconciling what we are now, while on a literal battlefield where time is a luxury and promises are not easily kept.”
Atalaya looks between Inman and Nevil. “I’m sorry about that.” She looks undecided for a moment, then continues, “But something that my mother taught me is that there is “now”. The past is behind us and the future has not come and who knows what it will bring. We have now. Now to enjoy, Now to experience. And now to be with those we love.” She watches Vaz walking ahead of them, his head tilted towards Cirilli as he listens to something that she is telling him. “She tells me that it is how she and my father found their common ground for their marriage.” Continuing to watch Vaz, “and it is how I must learn to be.”
Nevil puts her hand on Atalaya’s shoulder briefly while they walk, "No don't be sorry. This is not a sad thing. Since I was graced by the Still Mother I feel... lightened..." She looks to the group ahead to ensure their distance, "I have started speaking to Nathan before I pray. It's starting to feel warm again. Like it's alright."
After a bit of walking, Nevil looks to Atalaya, "but what to do about Midsummer? Of course I want to let go and celebrate, but maybe it's too much, too fast. I don't know, but Inman and I will find our way."
Is this Cirilli’s first Midsummer? Is she coming to the Goblin with us tomorrow night? She might need some context.”
“Yes, it’s her first Midsummer with me. Of course the town of Parabor would have had some sort of celebration, but the summer I was there with the Master, we just celebrated at her home, not with the village. And she is young. Whatever excesses of their celebration had, should not have involved her. I’ll definitely be keeping her close to me tomorrow.”
Atalaya looks around her at the people in the streets as they continue to walk towards the ship. She sees several women with ribbons worked into their hair as they go, and notes a general sense of expectation in the air. “Tomorrow is going to be a fun day, isn’t it? And a better night?”
Nevil smiles, side stepping the question, "Most certainly, I am looking forward to seeing your softer side, and how well groomed the boys can be. At the least, it will be a feast for the eyes."
As the group arrives close to where the small boats tie in their slips, Nevil pauses and speaks to the group. “Give me a few minutes. It's tradition for the healers to hit the docks or the brothels the night before. Shouldn't take long. Just a quick walk through. An ounce of prevention... they say."
"I'll be fine, remember I grew up in Seaton. I know my way around the docks. And no one attacks the healers the night before Midsummer, lest every seaman of every ship bring their wrath.”
Nevil didn’t have to walk far down the dock to find an interested sailor and a few more came out from below the deck of their merchant ship. At the distance, it appears that Nevil is shaking hands and giving quick hugs to five or six friends. She makes her way back with a smile. “Ready to go home?” she asked.
As Nevil approaches the dingy, she sees Cirilli, with her eyes as big as saucers watching her. “Do you know those sailors? How did you meet them?”
Atalaya places a hand on Cirilli’s shoulder. “No Cirilli, I don’t think so.” She looks slightly lost as she contemplates how to answer Cirilli more fully. Vaz, seeing her predicament, grins broadly as he waits for her to answer also.
Atalaya, deciding to by-step Cirilli’s question says, “Let’s load up and head back to the ship.”
Nevil takes a knee and uses the obvious teaching moment, “Cerilli, I was healing those men and removing their illnesses. People who are given the power to heal others have an obligation to do so, especially for the misfortunate or the poor. There are certain occupations like sailors, miners, soldiers, entertainers, really anywhere people live close together and receive little pay, that diseases run rampant. A lot of times these people don't have enough money to get healed because they send most of their money home to their families. They are called the working poor and there are lots of them in big cities. Everyone deserves to celebrate Midsummer without fear of making their friends and loved ones sick.” Nevil stands, “let's get to bed, I have prayers, and tomorrow is a big day.”
Atalaya winks at Nevil. “We will see you in the morning then.” She turns to leave, but then turns back to Nevil. “About how early in the morning will we be needing the ribbons?”
Nevil pauses, “I would think we'd have time to finish our errands, then come back and primp before heading to the Goblin. But we probably do want an early start. Sounds like we have a full day.”
“Hmm, I think we will just plan on buying some new hair ribbons first thing when we head back to town. I think Cirilli at least needs her hair fixed well before most people begin reveling.” With another wink at Nevil, she added, “And Vaz and I can discuss at what point I add one to my hair.”
Nevil smiles knowingly, “That's a fine plan.” She leans in just before she steps away, “Of course you don't have to tell him about the ribbons and wait until he figures it out.”
Atalaya breaks out in laughter, looks at Vaz again, and laughs some more. “The question then becomes, whether or not he has been here during Midsummer before, or I presume any of the other holidays that tend to be a bit rowdy by the end of the day. Is the convention the same for Greengrass?” She gives Nevil a hug. “Good night. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
Boz raises an eyebrow. "Whatever ribbon, I am not letting you out of my sight," he chuckles. "But I think you know my answer. I am hoping you will be rowdy. With me."
With a soft chuckle and a wink Atalaya whispers to him, “Ah, so you are familiar with this ribbon custom Nevil has explained to me and you want me to wear one of the yellow ribbons. I’ll have to go shopping, that is not normally a color I wear.” She pulls back and watches his face for his response to her teasing.
"Nevil and you have had too much Nightcap, if you think that, 'Iubita."
“I’m not sure what you mean, Iubit. I was drinking cider at the Goblin.” Her eyes twinkling merrily, she added in a low voice, “Rowdy, hmm, any chance of practicing tonight?” Linking her arm in his, she headed across the deck and down the stairs towards their cabin.
Nevil went into the cabin she shared with Inman. She dug through the bottom of her pack and took out a tightly rolled bundle of cloth. Untying the string, she unwrapped, rolled out, and let hang the one dress she had. It was a simple design of a soft finely woven burgundy fabric. Holding it in front of herself, she remembered its history.
The last time she wore it, the dress was new; a gift from Nathan and the girls. She had worn it that last week she was visiting them in Amphil. She remembered her girls playing by the creek at the edge of the sown field while she sat with Nathan on the porch of their small hideaway. Nevil pulled it close and smelled deeply hoping to catch a scent of something that remained; but too much time had passed. She knew in her heart, it was time to let it flow freely again.
She hung it off a floor beam to prepare it for tomorrow. Nevil readied for bed. Then she picked up her prayer book and sat on the top of the bed to read until Inman joined her. She had much on her mind to discuss with him.
He enters the tiny cabin, closing the door behind him and bending to shake out of his boots. "Lot of walking today," he says, unfastening his belt and shrugging out of his trousers and over shirt. "I'm glad to be here where it's quiet." Clad in his knee-length trews and undershirt, there's a softness to him that isn't usually evident. He gives her a fond look. "And with you."
Nevil sat up, sliding her legs off the side of the bed, and she gestured for Inman to sit near her. When he did, she spoke, "we should talk about Midsummer... Naturally for us, the timing is terrible, but I want to give you something to make it a little easier. I hope."
Nevil lifts the prayer book in her lap and turns to show Inman. Opening its pages reverently, she pulls and removes the overly long red pagemark from the book and begins, "when I married Nathan, he knew I carried pieces of you. He accepted them as a part of me and trusted that I would keep him first above all; and you know well that I did."
Nevil places the ribbon in Inman's hand. It is slightly worn and faded from where it has folded and creased countless times around the pages. At the bottom of each end are the sewn initials "IS." "but I never forgot..."
Nevil's eyes water, "So, in the spirit of Midsummer... I give this back to you. I will always love Nathan..." She closes his hand around the ribbon. "...but if you can accept him as a piece of me, I would wear your ribbon again this Midsummer."
"Not as a claimed woman... but as my pledge to give you the first right to earn me again. I don't want to invite the attentions of other men tomorrow, when we are just starting to find our new way." Nevil looks to Inman with an unparalleled depth of sincerity, "The choice and timing of its return to me, for that purpose, is yours.”
Inman stares at the ribbon in his hand for a moment, his eyes dark and bright. He closes his fingers reverently around it, and nods. "Nathan loved you," he says softly. "He cared for you, made you happy. " He meets her eyes. "He's a part of you, yes. So I honor him in you. Always." Lamplight glistens on his lashes. "I loved you, and he cared for you when I couldn't be there. Now I will continue to love you and return the debt I owe him. I promise to strive to be worthy."
He opens his palm. "Would you allow me to fasten this in your hair?"
Nevil looked a bit surprised, "That sounds more like a claim Inman Setter. In what way would you have me accept this ribbon again?”
He thinks a bit, cocking his head, for a bit. He then holds out the ribbon to her, and then holds out his other arm to her as well. "Instead of making this ribbon a claim to you, I will make it an oath to you. Tie it to my arm, as a favor. And a binding promise that I will be worthy this time."
Nevil looked into his depth and her heart ached. No more pure devotion had she ever seen. "No, no, stop saying that," she cried! She briskly takes the ribbon, stands, and places it on the table, "Fuck these ribbons. They are just symbols."
She walks in front of where he still sat on the bed and takes his hands. "God, you were never unworthy, I just couldn't wait because I didn't know... It was my mistake and every time you say that it hurts more than that damn ballista."
She quiets and draws as close as she can. Standing between his legs, his hands on her waist. She softly holds his head with both hands so that he may see how deeply she feels her words. Searching his eyes, "My love, you are worthy... but you will take no vows alone. Maybe together one day, but not today."
She laughs a little, "I thought you didn't want us to be rash. But if that is how you feel... Eldath, 10 years! How could I ask you to wait longer?"
"Inman, on my word, I give you my heart to keep. I will publicly declare my devotion and shall refuse the favor of other suitors until you refuse me and seek me no more. Would you honor me so?”
Inman gives her a deep look, his eyes brimming. "Be careful what you pledge," he says, his voice weak and unsteady. "That day will never come, while there is breath in my body." He draws in a deep breath, and shakily lets it out. "The honor is mine."
Nevil flushed, but her voice was unshaken, "No need to be careful around what you already know." Inman's gaze remained unbroken as he stood to his feet. He gently guided her to himself with his hand, kissing her as tenderly as she had hoped. When she deepened the kiss, he slowly lifted her, drew back the sheets with a mage hand, and gently laid her down. "I have waited too long to rush this," he said, tracing the distance between her ear and collar line with his beard and breath. Nevil smiled with deep content, running her fingers through his hair, "good because I need time to make preparations... But tomorrow is Midsummer," she said, offering consolation. "We can wait..." he replied, stopping and studying her face with obvious restraint, "...but neither one of us would sleep." Nevil laughed quietly. "Not a wink," she admitted. She paused briefly, appreciating the moment. "But I can think of a few ways to help with that," she offered, pulling him to her lips and kissing him again. "I don't think we would last the day otherwise." He groaned softly, exhaling everything held in his lungs. Then he inhaled all that she was. "Oh, my sweet angel of mercy," he softly exalted. He extinguished the lamp with a snap and they found their way; through the darkness, down familiar but long overgrown paths.
*************************************************************************************
Pre dawn, Midsummer Day
Atalaya slowly returns her awareness to her body and shifts her focus from inside her body to the sounds of the ship slowly rocking in the gentle harbor waves. The sounds of sailors keeping watch on this ship and others nearby were heard and categorized. She opened her eyes to observe Vasilya, sleeping next to her. Gently lifting his arm off her, she slid out of the bed and reached for her clean garments and then her leathers. After dressing, she grabbed her pack and quietly eased out of the room. Placing her pack on the small table in the common area near the bow steps, she moved into the galley to start the fire in the cookstove so that she could heat the water for her tea. A quick look into Sorrow’s cabin showed that he was not present. Shaking her head, she lit some lanterns until the room appeared very bright to her eyes.
Going to the top deck, she saw Lonnie and Kyle keeping watch. Walking over to them she asked, “Any sign of Sorrow or Ivar yet? Or, anything else to report?”
They both indicated that the night had been relatively peaceful. Occasional drunken singing had been heard as sailors made their way back to their own ships but nothing else of import had been noted. They have not seen Ivar or Sorrow return.
Atalaya nods at their report, telling them that she is awake, but has a task she wants to do below decks. She tells them to call her if there is any need and she will join them immediately.
Atalaya returns to the common area, checks the water, which is not yet ready and then returns to the table and her pack. She carefully removes the tools and leather that she purchased in Salt Marsh. Looking over the smaller scrap pieces she finds several that will work well for what she has planned. Then pulling out a scrap of paper she starts sketching patterns for the leatherwork that she wants to make. First a paw print with a five pointed star in the pad of the paw. Around it she places a wreath of ash leaves. Next a stylized bow and quiver. After that is a symbol made of two eyes surrounded by seven 4 pointed stars each with a circle around it. She then quickly sketches a sword within a circle of cards. Finally she sketches out a stylized waterfall plunging into a still pool and then next to it two crossed swords with cloth or ribbon woven between them. After making a few final adjustments to her sketches, she stands and stretches.
She heads back to the stove where her water is boiling rapidly. Taking out some of the maple tea that they bought in Salt Marsh she makes herself a cup, refills the kettle and messes with the fire to support a slow burning fire to keep the water hot. Smelling her cup and the rich maple aroma, she makes her way back to her work, slowly sipping on the tea.
Checking her new leather knife and finding it sharp, she carefully cuts out 6 squares of leather, slightly bigger than her prayer token. Then using a very thin piece of leather she carefully cuts thin strips of leather to use as lacing. Once she is satisfied, she puts her knife back in its sheath and heads back to the galley. Finding a bowl, she fills it with cold water and then adds a bit of hot water until she is happy with the temperature and finds a clean rag. With these she begins wiping down one of the leather squares, carefully watching until the leather has retained just the right amount of water. Picking up an awl, she looks over the sketches she has made and deciding that the paw print is the easiest of the patterns, she starts to transfer it to the leather. Memories of doing this with her father watching and correcting her flitter through her memory as she works. Then using the thin leather knife she cut the design into the leather. Finally, taking a deep breath, she picks up a beveler and a leather mallet and begins to tool the leather. Slowly at first, but with increasing confidence she gently taps around the shape she had sketched on the leather, carefully lifting the shape of the paw out of the leather. Then with other tools she shaded and stamped the background and then added the star in the paw pad.
Feeling more confident she then tackled the ash leaves that encircled the symbol. The small leaves, complete with veins, were carefully fashioned, memories of the young lady it was being made for filling her thoughts. Looking it over, Atalaya decided that it would do. She lovingly set it aside and reached for another leather square.
After wetting it, she again looked over the sketches. Deciding that the symbol for Selune was the next easiest for her to fashion, she carefully traced it and began to work on cutting and then tooling the design. This time it was both easier and more stressful for her. She wanted the design to come out perfectly, but realized that it had been many years since she did this type of work. Looking at it critically she could see many small errors, but realized that there were few others who would see them. Another leather worker such as Kiorna certainly would, but most likely not her friends. She continued to work on creating the token for Vaz, carefully embellishing and shading the design.
As she stood again to stretch and to refill her cup of tea, she finally heard the ship’s crew greeting Ivar and Sorrow as they stumbled onto the deck after climbing up the rope ladder thrown over the side to the dingy. Laughing silently to herself, she made her way to the stairs as she heard the “boys” approaching. She was glad that the cup was empty as Sorrow grabbed and twirled her around loudly whispering “Happy Midsummer” to her. Catching herself, she gave him a quick hug and directed him towards his hammock. Then seeing Ivar, she gave him a quick peck on the check and whispered, “Happy Midsummer to you too, my friend.” As he looked uncertainly around, his pack on his back, Atalaya understood his hesitancy. “The captain’s cabin has always been yours. It is waiting for you.”
Ivar looks relieved and heads off towards the back of the ship.
It should be noted that they both have been clearly drinking and partying. Ivar has lipstick on his cheek. Sorrow's shirt is only partially buttoned, and those buttons are in the wrong holes. He has several hickies. They both smell of ale.
Atalaya shakes her head, knowing that neither will be seen for hours. Acquiring some more tea she returns to her leather work. After finishing two paired pieces she rewet them and then using a spacing tool carefully punched the lacing holes around the edges. She then set them aside and continued working on tooling the tokens.
As dawn approached, she stopped and returned to the galley. Deciding that there was no telling when people would be getting up today, she pulled out a large pot, filled it with water and added oats to it for oatmeal. Looking through the other items that were in the larder, she added several handfuls of raisins, a bit of salt and then cored and removed the skin from several apples before chopping them and adding them to the pot. Checking to be sure that she still had coals for a slow cooking of the porridge, she returned to her work.
Finally finished with the basic tooling, she gathered up laces and began preparing them, using a deep mahogany die on them and again setting them aside.
Finally, returning the leather working tools to their pouch and then placing them into the bag of holding, she pulled out the other paints and dyes and some brushes. Feeling more confident with this portion of the task, she began to add color to the work she had been doing. Starting with the first pair she had finished that had already dried.
Daytime, Midsummer 1491
The sun had come up and the oatmeal was filling the common room with its fruity smell. Realizing that she wasn’t going to finish this project, she gathered up the pieces she had been working on, careful not to smudge the still drying paints and carried them back to her room and placed them in the desk drawer to finish drying. Once that was done she returned to put the rest of her materials away.
When Cirilli and Vasilya finally stirred, Atalaya was busy at the stove frying up the bacon and watching over the coffee. Fresh biscuits had been placed on the table with butter and jam. She also placed cooled apple cider in a pitcher on the table.
Greeting everyone with a ‘Happy Midsummer!” she gave Cirilli a hug and escorted her to the table. “Give me just a minute and I’ll have the oatmeal dished up for you both. Do you want any eggs? I can scramble some up if people want that in addition to what is out already.:
After placing their oatmeal in front of them, she leaned down to give Vaz a huge hug, her fingers tangling in his hair. Whispering in his ear, she says, “I’m looking forward to today, are you?”
Vaz looks over at Cirilli and groans. Giving Atalaya a light swat to her backside, he grumbles, “Feed me woman, where are my eggs?” Laughing, Atalaya slips away and heads back to the stove to remove the bacon from the frying pan and to start some eggs.
Nevil awoke. The smells of bacon and rustling steps woke her. As her mind came to consciousness, she realized that sometime in the night she had intertwined with Inman. Nevil moved slowly to extricate herself. Inman groaned unintelligibly and half-awake. Needing only the slightest of excuses, Nevil relaxed back into him. She couldn't deny how pleasing it was; but after a while, she quietly added, "I have morning prayers and it's a busy day." Inman took a deep breath; rousing himself to awaken fully. When he opens his eyes, he finds Nevil's soft smile. He contently grins, "good morning." Nevil kisses him softly, "Yes it is. Happy Midsummer. Shall I bring you a coffee? she asked.
"Midsummer," he smiled so wide his face may have split, "No, I'll be out soon."
Nevil cracked the door and slipped out. Making her way to the galley. She beelined for the coffee and poured a cup. Holding it close, leaning against the counter to wake. "Atalaya, you have outdone yourself. You are not to do all the work today do you hear? Sorry, I missed the sunrise."
“Happy Midsummer. Come join us. There are still some eggs left and they are at least warm. I’ll make up a second batch when more people make their way to the table. Annie and Rogelio just finished eating. I’m sure they will send Lonnie and Kyle in a few minutes to break their fast.” Atalaya searches Nevil’s hair to see if there are any ribbons braided or tied in it.
Nevil detects the inspection and with a voice louder than needed, “Atalaya, I thought you only had eyes for Boz…” Nevil is clearly avoiding the obvious topic, wishing to keep it to herself for a time. However brief that would be for today.
“Of course I have eyes for Vaz. But that doesn’t mean I won’t keep my eyes on the rest of the family.” Looking directly at her hair, “I thought you said you had the ribbon you needed. Do we need to add shopping for one for you also to your list of morning tasks?” Atalaya starts loading down Nevil’s plate with eggs, bacon and a biscuit. Reaching for a bowl, she asks, “Do you want some oatmeal too?”
Nevil sets the plate down, and draws Atalaya into a hug. “Not everything is so easily worn on the sleeve. We need a few hours to breathe. Happy Midsummer sister.” Nevil gives her last loud tease, “Atalaya where is your ribbon?” She picks up her plate and cup and sits at the table.
Atalaya refills her cup with the maple tea she has been drinking since the early hours of the morning and sits down near Vasilya. “Well, you never did tell me what the meaning of green, brown or teal ribbons were, so I hesitated to use any of them this morning. I was serious about needing to go and buy ribbons this morning. Definitely a white one for Cirilli.”
Cirilli looks up at the sound of her name. “Why would I need a white ribbon?”
Atalaya smiles at her. “Apparently here, on Midsummer, it means that you are still underage and must be respected during the escapades that can take place as people celebrate today. Unless you already have one, we will be buying one for you today.”
Looking over at Vasilya, she adds, “Vaz and I are still negotiating on what color I am going to buy for myself.”
Vaz rolls his eyes. “No negotiating needed. You are mine. We resolved that last night.”
Ruffling his hair she asks brightly, “And what about the men? Does Vaz get to wear a red ribbon too?”
Between bites of the most excellent eggs that have graced her mouth, “Cirilli, you would have the watching of every father today with a white ribbon.”
Nevil contemplates the second question, “well it is a pretty old and sexist tradition. Many men choose to wear in kind. Though there are a variety of styles. I’m sure you can find some place on him to leave your mark.”
Vasilya shakes his head and then pulls Atalaya over. Whisperings loud enough for Nevil to hear, but hopefully not the young ward across the table, “I’ll wear your mark, however you like lubita mea.” Standing, he gives Atalaya a thorough kiss, tugs on her ponytail and says “I think it’s time for me to make a hasty retreat. Enjoy your breakfast, Nevil.”
Atalaya chuckles softly to herself. Then turns to Nevil, “So how shall we plan our tasks for today? We obviously need ribbons. And I need to replace some arrows, we need to stock up on healing potions and we still need to connect Inman up with Kay. I think that will be good for both of them.” Thinking for a moment, “Do you have any other errands to add to that? How about you Cirilli? Anything you want to get while we are here?”
Nevil nods, “I have to run to the herbalist but that place is going to be packed today. It's probably best to go there first. I can handle that, if you and Cirilli want to go get your ribbons. We can meet back near the entertainers guild?”
Cirilli shrugs. “I just want to go with you. Maybe I’ll find something that I want if I’m with you.”
Atalaya asks, “Do we want to make our own dinner here on ship or eat at the Goblin or one of the other inns tonight? I’m thinking lunch out and then dinner here, but that means we will need to spend some of the afternoon cooking, unless we bring something in from the Green Goblin or other tavern.
Nevil contemplated “well, we are going to be on a boat for a while coming up soon, there's a lot to be said for a bard, and do we really want to cook? Maybe dinner and entertainment at the Goblin, retiring to drinks and company back here? It's a lot easier to shop for, given our busy day.” Your call.
“That sounds good, she answered. “Anything that you want to be getting or doing before we leave here?”
Looking around, “Where is Inman? Did he manage to sneak past me this morning? I have been up since around 1:00 o’clock in the morning.”
Inman emerges from the cabin and walks behind Nevil and kisses her behind the ear, lingering with whispers, and Nevil smiles. He then proceeds to the kitchen, "This breakfast is over the top Atalaya. Why work so hard again tonight?”
Nevil takes the cue, “Yeah, now that sleepyhead is up, let me grab some things.” While standing, she raises her voice to reach Inman, “Are you ready to head out after breakfast?” Inman emerged carrying a plate, sipping from coffee, and making noises of agreement. “Well let me get on then,” she said heading to her cabin.
Open to any and all
*************************************************************************************
Return to game notes with addition that ribbons were bought. And Cirilli was bedecked with a white one.
*************************************************************************************
Midsummer 1491, Late afternoon
Atalaya sipped on her cup of herbal tea while Nevil and Vaz sat with cups of her nightcap tea. Cirilli had headed into her cabin to change, but came back out, her dress and largish bag in her hands. “Can’t we dress together again, like for Boz’s birthday? That was so much fun.” She looks hopefully at both Atalaya and Nevil. “Please,” she wheedled. “We can help each other and talk and fix our hair again.”
Atalaya looked over at Vasilya and Inman. “That would indeed be fun. But I want your promise on this point, no more knots.” She tried to look stern as her eyes crinkled with laughter as she looked over at Boz. “I don’t think Vaz will want to repeat his exertions again to free me.” Getting a slow nod from Cirilli Atalaya turns to Nevil.
“We would need to use your cabin. Is that okay? Inman would need to clear out while we get ready.”
Nevil looked to Inman for approval. Inman stood, scurried to the cabin door for midsummer theatrical effect. "By all means ladies, let nothing stand in the way." Inman tapped the side of the basin pitcher to warm its contents, and lay out fresh towels, and gathered items for his own preparations. Then bowing and gesturing to make entry, "Go and prepare for our pursuit.”
Nevil went to Inman with a playful smirk, kissing his cheek, “thank you, sir.” Turning to Atalaya and Cirilli, “Their pursuit… bring your bows ladies.”
Cirilli squeed like the young girl she was, but almost never showed. Giving Inman a big hug, she almost skipped into the room she used to share with Atalaya. Carefully laying her dress out on what had been her bed, she started pulling items out of her bag. Combs, brushes, bits of greenery and a few flowers are laid out on the table.
Atalaya had whispered a few words into Vaz’s ear that had him smiling and went to their cabin to grab her pack and to pick up her brushes and mirror from where she had left them in the morning, on the desk. Sticking them back into her pack she made her way to Nevil’s cabin.
Once there, she carefully called out the dress and its accouterments from her bag. Shaking out the dress she looked at the folds that were crossing the material at random spots. Shaking her head, she smoothed them out the best she could and then reached in to find the underdress and chemise. The folds in these items didn’t even register on her awareness. They were undergarments, afterall. Cirilli danced over to Atalaya. “I’ll help. Let me lace you up.”
Thankful for the water that Inman had warmed for them, she picked up one of the cleaning cloths and wet it. She washed her face and then after removing her tunic, she bathed her arms and torso. Pulling on her chemise and removing her trousers she stood near Cirilli. “Alright Cirilli, let's get the underdress on and laced. But, I’m going to have Nevil watch you this time. NO knots. Do you understand?”
Cirilli gave a little pout, and didn’t say anything. Lifting the soft teal colored dress and turning it to allow her to ease it over Atalaya’s head, she helped her into it. Grabbing the ribbon lacing for the dress she began to thread it through the holes and tighten the laces as she worked her way up Atalaya’s back. Cirilli cast several glances towards Nevil as she worked with the laces. As she starts to knot one of the crosses, Nevil’s hand on her shoulder stops her and she sighs as she continues up the back. As she reaches the top and ties it, with another furtive look at Nevil, she quickly knots the ribbon before making a perfect bow at the top.
“Now the topdress,” she proclaims.
Atalaya reaches for it. “It is called the overdress.” Shaking it out again, she hands it to Cirilli. I should probably have tried to hang it up last night to let the wrinkles fall out, but I didn’t think of it. Well, it’s still pretty and we know that Vaz likes it.”
She allows Cirilli to assist her with donning the final garment. After finding the ribbon for that dress, she allows Cirilli to lace up the overdress.
Cirilli glances over at Nevil again, and seeing her busy with removing her own clothes and washing up, quickly laces Atalaya, knotting the laces about every third pair and then again, as she ties the bow.
She tugs at the dress and the laces here and there and then proclaims, “Perfect.” Looking at it some more and running the palm of her hand along the sleeve she adds, “Someday I’m going to have a dress like this. It’s okay, for when you have to dress up.”
Atalaya smiles her thanks to Cirilli, and then helps her to put on her own dress. Looking at the fit of it, she remarked, “You are growing faster than a weed, young lady. You will need a new dress before I know it.” Picking up her brush, she removes the white ribbon that had been adorning her hair during the day and starts brushing. “How would you like to wear it tonight? It’s a little longer than at Vaz’s birthday and we don’t have all the flowers and greenery we did then. I think we can braid it around your head now and maybe weave the ribbon through afterwards. Or did either you or Nevil have another idea?
Nevil had already finished bathing and donned her chemise when she came over to inspect Cirilli’s work. She ran her fingers down the laceline, "Ah, Cirilli, come here and learn. "Nevil said, correcting what would have been several knots before they tighten. "We honor Atalaya by giving her our full attention. Rushing our way and making mistakes diminishes our offering of love." Finishing the last one, "there, knot free. Not bad Cirilli."
Nevil takes a glance at Cirilli's hair considering Atalaya's plan and recognizing that Cirilli needs to feel like a princess, "Oh absolutely, a very flattering approach, I can't wait to see how it comes out."
While Atalaya works on Cirilli’s hair, Nevil dons her undercoat, pre-lacing as much as possible and deftly tightening it as much as she can through contortions trying to save her assistant some time. She then brushes out her hair watching the pair in the moment. It is a beautiful day. Seeing that Atalaya is applying final touches, Nevil approaches, giving her a little hip bump. "My word we may need more white ribbons, this is a fetching young woman if I have ever seen one. Boz is going to have his hands full tonight."
Atalaya looks over the work that she has done on Cirilli’s hair. I think you are right. She definitely needs more ribbons. Opening her belt pouch she quickly pulls out another 3 ribbons and starts to weave them into the braided crown of hair, leaving graceful loops of white ribbon draping around the crown of her head and falling to her shoulders. Picking up her mirror she hands it to Cirilli. “What do you think? I think you look like a princess.”
Cirilli eagerly takes the mirror and moves it around, trying to see the styling from all angles. Atalaya gently takes the mirror from her and then helps to guide her fingers to feel what has been done. Gently tracing the loops of color without pulling them out. Cirilli smiles and lowers her hands. “I think I like it.”
“I’m glad that you do.” Atalaya then takes the brush to her hair, working out the knots and smoothing it out. Finishing that, she picks up a red ribbon and starts to pull her hair back into a single ponytail, as she had worn it that morning, watching out of the corner of her eye to see Cirilli’s expression.
“Atalaya, you can’t wear it like that!” exclaimed Cirilli. “We have to braid it again. You know that Boz liked it that way.”
“That’s true honey, but Joan is not here to braid it. I can put it up like I usually do, or,” and she picks up the length of her hair and starts to coil it, we can put it in a bun and then wrap the ribbon around it. Do you think that is better?”
“No. We need lots of braids again.” She looks over at Nevil. “You can braid her hair right? See, this needs to be braided here, and then we make little braids and loop them in all along here.” She goes over to Nevil and tries to pull her to Atalaya. “Please, you do it,” she implores while handing Nevil the brush.
Nevil laughs, "Atalaya, take your hair down. Cirilli, watch close. It's time to learn." Nevil brushes through Atalaya's hair, finding sections and pulling pieces aside. Twisting and handing side pieces, "Cirilli, hold this." She sections the main and carefully holds the parts, "Atalaya, press here to hold the ribbon until I can get it started." She braids the red ribbon along with the hair. Its red loops prominently overlay the braid. "Cirilli, your turn with the side pieces; Three equal parts, left-middle, right-middle, even to the end. Very nice. Now grab about four sprigs as long as this," she said, measuring on her finger. Nevil splits as needed and places each one carefully to not poke Atalaya but to secure them well. Nevil takes a hard look at her work. She smiles, “you nearly take MY breath away. Want to look?”
“Dare I?” Atalaya reaches for the mirror. She looks at it carefully and smiles at Cirilli and Nevil. “A very great job of braiding. It will surprise Vaz for sure. Pretty soon you will be as good at this as Joan and Nevil.’’
Looking over Cirilli’s outfit and her hair she calls, “Come here, let’s get your necklace on and your belt.” She checks her over again. “Yes, very nice. Why don’t you go and show off for Vaz and Sorrow. And see if they are ready to head into town for me. Nevil and I need to know how much time we have left to get ready in.”
Turning to Nevil she says, “And now, it’s your turn. And I promise to be a good girl and lace your gowns up correctly.” She takes a couple of steps towards her. “Let’s see the dress. Yes, it needs lacing. It’s what I dislike about dresses. You can seldom get into and out of them yourself. Which is fine when you have sisters or friends to help. Not so much fun if you are on your own.” Atalaya keeps talking as she expertly works the laces on Nevil’s underdress. She walks over and takes down the burgundy dress that Nevil had hung up the night before. “Oh this is lovely. I’m sure that Inman will enjoy seeing you in this. Here, let me help you.” Atalaya eases the dress over Nevil’s head and guides it as it settles on her shoulders and drapes over her body. Oh, you are going to be stunning in this.” She looks around and seeing the lace for the dress starts threading it through the grommets. Reaching the neckline, she ties the bow and then taking Nevil’s hand, spins her around several times. “Yes, you look beautiful in this.”
“Now, what do you want to do with your hair?”
Nevil pondered, "well, I can do just a simple braid with a bun or suprise me. There is no wrong answer here. But, I will need some help with this,” she hands Atalaya Inman's aged red ribbon. "It turns out we felt the same way. We are bound in promise again." Nevil's smile glows.
Atalaya takes Nevil’s brush from her and starts to brush out her hair. She separates parts of it and fusses with it, trying out different things. “Hmm…” she says as she moves the hair around. Definitely needs more than just a plain braid. After playing with it for a few minutes she starts braiding two side braids, working the red ribbon into the braid on Nevil’s right side. Using a leather tong, she ties the two braids together and clips them out of the way. She then works on the central braid. As she finishes it, she gently pulls on the sections of the braid loosening them. Then she gently pushed the loose ends of the initial braids down behind the new central one, but let the end of the ribbon trail down over the central braid, being sure that when it lies flat, and that the ‘IS’ is visible.
Looking at the ribbon, Atalaya shakes her head, pulls out the side braids and undoes them. She then rebraids the right braid, leaving some of the ribbon loose on the top as well as the bottom. She has Nevil hold that as she rebraids the other side and then ties the braids together at the back of the head and then eases the trailing ends under the main braid again. She works the long end over the central braid and then carefully weaves the short end of the ribbon under the side braid and let it dangle along the right side of her head. Nodding at her work, she picks up the mirror and hands it to Nevil. “We should have picked some flowers. We’ll remember that next time.” She looks over Nevil again. “But I think that Inman will like this. As Joan says, we can’t be warriors all the time. We need time to enjoy life too.”
“Are you satisfied with this, or should I start again?”
Nevil angles the mirror for a quick look. Fingering the red ribbon, "Oh yes, I am quite content. Thank you."
Nevil stands and makes her way to her pack. Fitting her feet in her softer boots, she slips a dagger in one boot, pockets her herbs and pipe, and drapes her prayer cloth over her shoulders, "a paladin's work is never done. Who knows, we may marry someone tonight." Nevil does a final check of Atalaya's hair. "My, we clean up pretty well. Are you ready to endure eyes for the rest of the evening?"
“I guess I am about to find out.” Her eyes dart away from Nevil seeking a point to fasten on. “You have described a celebration that is more … rambunctious shall I say, than I am used to. When I celebrated, the day was about the family and the night the Wild Ride…” Fingering the ribbon, “This makes it different. I’m feeling vulnerable and that makes me uneasy. Vaz and I have been together for several months now, but this is a public declaration of that. What if…” Her voice dies off. Her arms have crossed and as she notices that, she consciously releases them, forcing them down to her sides.
“Alright, time for our entrance.”
Nevil halts, taken back, she stops Atalaya's exit, "whoa, no ma'am. You are not ready." Nevil takes Atalaya by the hands and leads her to sit on the bed. "What if what...? Because we don't have to go out."
“It’s nothing. We should go. They are going to be waiting on us.” When Nevil does not release her hands and simply waits expectantly, Atalaya sighs, squirms slightly and then attempts to put her thoughts into some kind of order. “What if he changes his mind? What if he gets tired of having to deal with all the problems of being with a “not human-not elf”? Damn, this is not the time to be thinking about this. It’s time to head into town.”
"You think this part of you is hidden from him? That he doesn't watch every move you make for fear you will slip through his arms? I see the ways he watches you when you aren't looking. Your life is a gift that he celebrates in sharing." She squeezes Atalaya's hands, "If you need proof, watch him tonight; catch the way his eyes follow you around the room when he thinks you aren't aware. By the time we get to the Goblin you will know this to be true." Nevil looks to Atalaya for agreement and finds a nod. "It's alright to make him wait while you collect yourself. I’ve got your back when you're ready.”
Atalaya gives a little shake and pulls her hands away from Nevil’s grasp. “I’m fine, really. Just a little nervous I guess. We’ve been together for a while, but never so openly.” She looks into Nevil’s eyes then. “You seem to have broken down some of my barriers without even trying. There is a cleric hiding within the paladin I see before me, I think.”
Nevil hugs Atalaya, “Just meet his eyes when you exit. You’ll find what you need to see.” Nevil shoos Atalaya out the door.
Then she turns to pick up the basin and walks through the door after Atalaya to discard its contents. Nevil moved in the dress with grace. Having spent her teen years working a tavern, she was no stranger to such feminine attire, but undoubtedly, they were not her favorite. Though they did make her feel soft in ways she liked in the right company.
Atalaya looks around as she enters the common area seeking out Vaz’s eyes as Nevil had suggested. Sorrow and Cirilli are talking quietly to each other but Vasilya is not in the room. Making her way to her cabin, she takes a deep breath as she knocks on the door. “Vaz? May I enter?”
The door opens in front of her, and Vaz stands there, dressed in his birthday garment from Seraphina. Atalaya smiles as memories of the last time they were dressed like this dance through her thoughts. She starts to fidget as she waits for Vaz to say something.
He stands looking at her for a long time, his eyes hungry and adoring. "Iubita...I think you have gotten more beautiful since the last time you wore that, and I did not think that was possible."
Atalaya checks turn a deepening shade of pink the longer Vasilya looks at her. With his words she nervously smooths the sides of the dress as her eyes finally meet his gaze. “Thank you, Vaz.” She reached out to hold his arm as she leaned into him to give him a kiss on his cheek. After a moment she stepped back and looked him up and down. Meeting his eyes she said, “And you are looking particularly handsome yourself tonight. She rubs her fingers on the silk shirt he is wearing. “Yes, Seraphina did well when she found this for you. We should get you some more colored shirts for when we are in town and away from sharp pointy things.”
Still trying to get into the room she asks again, “May I come in?”
"Of course "
Atalaya’s face lights up with his softly spoken words. “I’ll just be a moment. I need to put some of this away and grab my weapons.” Giving him another smile she starts to push past him to enter the room. As she does, Vasilya backs into the room before her. She takes her pack and stows it carefully in the cabinetry under their bed after pulling out her longbow, quiver full of arrows and her longsword.
Vasilya shakes his head as he watches her. “You are not really going to wear all that tonight are you? You didn’t wear it the last time you wore this dress,” he said remembering his birthday party.
“I know, but they were in the bag of holding in my pack. I didn’t wear them, but Joan promised me that she would hold anyone off long enough for me to get to them had there been a need. How can I get to them if they are not there?”
Vasilya pulled her into his arms. “It’s Midsummer and you are wearing a red ribbon.” His fingers trail along the ribbon following it as it winds through her hair. “My woman. And it is my job to take care of you tonight.”
Atalaya takes a deep breath, her eyes darting towards the weapons and then slowly back to Vasilya’s eyes. “I already feel naked without my leathers. I…” After struggling for words for a moment she continued, “How about a compromise. You wear your sword and daggers. I’ll wear my dagger, bow and quiver. And should you offer to dance with me, I’ll even leave the bow and quiver off while we dance. But I need something with me.” She places her hand on Vasilya’s and continues to hold his gaze. “I”ll let you protect me as long as it is just Midsummer foolishness. If it seems to be connected to The Eye, well then we will all do what needs to be done.”
Vasilya nods. “Alright. We’ll try it that way.” He reaches for the longsword and places it on the bed. Atalaya checks her pouch to make sure that there is adequate money for the evening in it. Once ready she will take his arm and allow him to escort her.
shameless plug for tender song, enjoy Promise - Ben Howard (Interesting song. Very melodic and introspective and a little sad. But asking the questions that Atalaya was struggling with. Kathy) not sad, longing and hopeful yes, vulnerable yes, but with deep trust and love, makes me feel like breathing to calm - Andrea
Atalalaya’s dress, with the gold ribbons also on the wrists of both the under and over dress. She will wear her bow and quiver as this lady does, and since Joan isn’t here to stop her will attempt again to add her sword belt (hopefully someone will stop her) Her dagger will hang from the belt.
Cirilli’s dress minus the weird head gear and she wears her boots. Also a golden link necklace. She puts her dagger into her boot sheath as Seraphina has taught her
Vaz’s birthday outfit
Not to be confused with Vas's Birthday Suit. 🤣🤣🤣 please note that I chose my wording very carefully
Well, I know (Seraphina and Joan) had bought Boz some beautiful court wear that he looks amazing in, so most likely, you ladies will have to keep an eye on him, as well. 😃
Inman in his dress-up clothing
Nevil’s festival dress. Made of a soft fine linen. It is burgundy in color with rosy pink laces and bead work. She wears soft boots with it.
As Nevil returned the basin to the room, she met Inman coming back out into the common room. She was taken back. She had not seen him in formal attire in quite a while. She drew near and chuckled a little. "You are not making this easier," she said, placing her hand on his chest.
"Nor are you," he said, smiling at her. "You're beautiful."
Nevil smiles mischievously, "well good, then at least it's fair." Nevil looks around, to assess where everyone is in preparation. "I think we are just about ready to leave. Let me check on Sorrow real quick and herd folks topside." She meets the eyes of Inman who never looked away. "Then, sir, you may escort me to dinner.”
Nevil finds sorrow lounging in a berth and asks quietly, "would you do me a favor? If you can work it in tonight, it would make me exceedingly happy." She hands him a note with a song request. "Oh, try not to get into too much trouble with those charms. Come find me in the morning... afternoon, and we'll get you and Ivar straightened out as needed."
The selection is an odd choice for midsummer but tavern appropriate. It is a subtle dig at Orsino. A song sung frequently in resistance at Seaton. Notably absent are the chord changes or inflections of Harper code that would transmit a message beyond the meaning of the song. While she can't resist a thumb in the eye to Orsino, she is not foolish enough to expose herself on his doorstep. Nearly all would see the song as a mere coincidence. But Inman would see it for exactly what it was, feisty.
The Worker's Song Not a carefree festival song, this is definitely meant to stir up the listener. What is Nevil up to?
She's going back to roots, an anthem for “the fight.” she's rising into herself again. She will always have a soft spot for the working man, especially sailors. And she hates Orsino.
Also if you had not gotten so far down the music list there are some very nice irish/folk in a section. very midsummer.
Man, I'm loving this song. Might have to add this to our song list for when we play. Like this band. Nice harmonies. thanks for turning me on to this. The kind of song that makes the second and third parts feel warm and fuzzy.
Sorrow looks the note over, nodding. "Of course! I think I've heard this one before." He looks disheveled and sleepy-eyed. Suspicious pinpoints of bruising bloom on his throat. "Anything for you, gorgeous." Nevil strongly suspects that her admonishment to 'try not to get into too much trouble' is rather like closing the gate after the horse is out.
Nevil raises her hand palm up toward his face, “May I?” Sorrow nods, leaning down a bit. Nevil cups the back of Sorrow's neck pulling him to her forehead, she whispers words in prayer. Curing whatever extras or marks of delight he may have acquired and lessening his hangover, “have your fun, but remember the way home.”
He allows her to pull his face close, settling his forehead gently against hers and being careful not to bump her with the thick black ram horns spiraling back from his hairline. "Ahh," he sighs softly, feeling the pressure behind his eyes roll back and the queasy feeling in his belly settle. "That's better. Thank you. Had a little too much fun last night." He gives her a self-deprecating smirk. "Probably do it again tonight, if I'm being honest. Ivar is a bad influence. The man likes to party."
Nevil softly chuckles releasing her embrace, “No judgment here, I had my days when I was younger. Send Ivar my way if he looks as rough as you felt.” Nevil turns to return to Inman's side, “looking forward to seeing you play in your natural setting.”
Nevil heads toward the rear of the ship to assess the time to departure.
As Atalaya and Vasilya head out of their room they see Nevil coming towards them. Smiling brightly, Atalaya says, “We are ready. Is everyone else ready to go?”
Nevil looks at Atalaya with a curious expression, "almost, I need your help with something for a second." Nevil turns to Inman, "Why don't you and Boz get the dingy ready. We'll be right behind you." Inman and Boz head topside.
Nevil whispers, "Atalaya, you can't wear your bow and quiver tonight. Do you see me armed? You will draw too much attention and curiosity being the only one in sight doing so. It's midsummer, at least stash them in the bag and let Boz carry it. We stay together, and you are a capable warrior without them.”
“Carrying a pack tonight would bring about too much attention in and of itself. It would become a target for every pickpocket at the festival tonight. Better to just carry the bow and arrows. I’ve already given up my sword.”
Nevil's eyes soften and with compassion, "Atalaya, what is this really about? What exactly do you see happening in the middle of town that we can't handle together with simple daggers?
“Who knows. We have already had to fight off assassins while we were at the Green Goblin,” she confides to Nevil in a lowered voice. “I don’t know what might happen. This isn’t the Olaescoa or even Otterwell. I don’t really know this town.” She fidgets with the strap of the quiver as it crosses over her body. “I …” After another pause, “It’s not like I have offensive magics to take the place of actual weapons. I’ve always had to be able to protect myself. I’m not sure that I can go off without something I can defend myself with.” She looks into Nevil’s face. “You can understand that, can’t you?”
Nevil sighs with understanding, "Yes, I can. Maybe I was too flippant with my judgment. I can see you have given this much thought. Perhaps we should invest in some discreet and very sexy throwing daggers for you? Because there is nothing subtle about what you're carrying tonight.”
“That’s an interesting idea. I suppose I can get Vaz and/or Seraphina to help me work on the control and accuracy needed for those. I never spent much time or effort with them. But that is something for the future.”
She sighs and says with a sorrowful look, “You really think that I shouldn’t take these with me?”
"I think I have been taking my magic for granted. You should do what makes you comfortable. You have reason to be concerned, assassins, the eye, and all that. We are going to love you either way.”
“Okay, I’ll put them in the bag of holding and we can bring the pack with us. It’s probably better to keep the bag within sight anyway. And I’ll even let Vaz carry the pack.” Atalaya turns back towards the room and quickly pulls out the backpack, places her bow, quiver and then grabs up her longsword and places that also into the bag. Holding the pack by one of the straps, she turns back to Nevil.
“Happy now?”
"No, not at all. hold on!" She runs to her room and returns promptly with her new mace. “What? If you get yours..." Nevil smiles, "now we can go.”
Atalaya chuckles as she places the mace into the bag of holding, closes it up and then fastens the backpack closures. Linking her arm in Nevil’s she heads up the stairs. Reaching the deck she scans the area for Cirilli and the others.
Nevil and Atalaya poke above the maindeck to find the sun sitting low in the sky. It casts a broad orange hue over the humid summer sky and places a warm glow on everything. Boz and Inman hovering around the ship's ladder; waiting expectantly for the arrival of the women. They turn, detecting the motion of the women; the warm light winds catching their dresses.
Cirilli is peering over the rail to the dingy below. The noises coming from town are different. Fewer noises of ropes, crates moving, shouts of orders, or the sound of labor; instead, almost an electric stillness of anticipation has settled. Sounds of laughter, distant music, and merriment punctuate the dusk.
Nevil walks to Inman and stands beside him by the rail. He draws a hand around her lower back. "It's a beautiful start to a Midsummer night." She said, looking out over the water. "Indeed it is," Inman replied, pulling her to his side.
Atalaya made her way to Vasilya, the wind blowing the hanging sleeves of her overdress as she moved towards him. Placing her hand on his shoulder she leaned into his side as she looked across the water towards the docks. “Even here, away from the forests, I can feel the magic of this night. The very air seems to vibrate with it. Those who ride with Mielikki will truly have a wild ride tonight.”
The others can hear soft Gurrish words as Vasilya murmurs in Atalaya’s ear. While they can’t make out what is said, Atalaya’s red face speaks volumes. He takes the pack out of her hand and slings in onto his left shoulder while pulling her close to his right side with the other arm. His eyes twinkle as he raises his voice slightly and in the common tongue suggests, “We could just stay here tonight. We don’t need to leave the boat to party.”
Atalaya, unsure whether or not her face can turn any redder, shakes her head. “No. Nevil and I have done all the cooking for the day that we are going to. Besides which, you can see how excited Cirilli is. You don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”
Vasilya looks a little disappointed. “No. I don’t want that.”
“And Sorrow and Ivar will need a proper escort to the Green Goblin,” he added.
Then the mischievous smile is back on his face as he adds softly in Gurrish, “But I remember the last time I saw you in this dress. I think I will want to claim another massage before the night is over.”
Nevil turns to take a proper look at Sorrow and Ivar who are coming from below. "Well speak of that handsome devil and his advocate."
[description of the pair?]
“It looks like we are all ready.” While the others board the dingy, Nevil speaks with Ivar. "Come here friend, allow me to lessen your burden for a time." Nevil grips Ivar's forearm as in a handshake, placing her other hand on his shoulder. Whispering words privately to him to cure any leavings of the previous night and to lessen his aches.
[Ivar words?]
Then Nevil follows the rest into the dingy. She sits across from Inman and next to Cirilli. "Excited?" she asks the young ward.
Cirilli, looking as if she could barely contain her excitement, turned to Nevil, “Oh yes. My other family didn’t really celebrate any of the holidays. My parents only liked the fact that they brought people to the store looking for trinkets and special food stuffs. Just a chance to make more money. Certainly not something that they celebrated with me. Last Greengrass was nice. I was at the house with Seraphina and Grinda. We made special foods and told stories and went for a hike in the woods near the house.” Her hand goes to the white ribbons that Atalaya had braided into her hair. “But this is going to be so much fun.”
Looking up at Nevil, “What’s your favorite part of the festival?”
"Well," Nevil contemplates the age appropriateness of her answer. Looking at Inman and blushing a bit. "Well it's a celebration of living fully in the life we are given. It's about taking chances, saying things you need to say, making the most of today, and letting go of things keeping you from filling your life with joy." Nevil smiles, looking at her friends, "So, my favorite parts have changed through the years. But this year, it's to celebrate the finding of my family."
Nevil, looks back to Cirilli, "you stay close tonight. No wandering off. But if we get separated, you go to the harvest house temple until we find you. Do you remember where that is?”
“I do. Atalaya has gone there several times when we have been in town. But it is kind of far away from everything. Maybe it would be better if I go to the Green Goblin. Aristotle and BlueBell would look after me.”
“Agreed.” Nevil smiles and looks to Atalaya. “Does that sound alright?”
“Yes. But you be sure to tell Aristotle that he is to look after you until we get there. Better yet, just to keep close to us. We’ll all be looking out for you, but you know that once Sorrow and Ivar get into entertainer mode, their focus moves to the music. You need to keep me in sight.”
“I will. And we are going to the Goblin anyway, right?” asked Cirilli. She turns her gaze back to Nevil. “Celebrate the finding of family. I like that. I’m going to celebrate that too.”
Turning to Atalaya, “Will we get to ride on a unicorn tonight?”
Atalaya looks at her with a knowing look. “Would you want to ride a unicorn?” After a moment she continues, “That won’t happen here. Mielikki lets her followers participate in The Wild Ride, but that only happens in the main forests. And you need to worship her to be considered for the ride.” Atalaya lifts Cirilli’s face to meet her gaze. “That is not something that needs to be considered tonight. The Wild Ride does not start in town, but in the forest. There are other ways to celebrate this night.”
Atalaya turns her attention to Nevil. “So, you and Inman probably have the most experience with what to expect here in Riverport. Should we head straight to the Green Goblin, or meander through town first?”
Nevil considers, "I think straight away to the Goblin is best. A better chance for a table and first pickings on food. There's only mischief and sights not befitting a young one in the streets tonight this close to the docks.”
“Straight to the Goblin then.” Atalaya sits quietly for the last couple of minutes as the dingy reaches the pier. The evening breeze makes Cirilli’s white ribbon loops flutter around her head. As the sailors tie up the dingy, Sorrow jumps up and makes his way onto the pier. Reaching down, he assisted Cirilli up and then turned to help Nevil and Atalaya. Vasilya sent a silent message as he briefly glared at Sorrow, but then all smiles he gave his hand to Atalaya to help her stand and make her way to the ladder. Gathering her skirts around her, she carefully made her way up the ladder, accepting Sorrow’s hand as she made her way off it.
Sorrow helped Atalaya steady herself and then turned to help Nevil.
Patiently waiting, Nevil enjoys watching the angst of Boz. When she stands, she leans in to whisper, "perhaps your brother respects you enough to not be tempted to glimpse a view as she climbs?" Nevil gestures to Boz to go ahead of her, now that she has planted that idea in his head.
At the top of the ladder, Nevil happily takes Sorrow's warm hand. While she does not need the assistance, it is a kind gesture of respect for both.
The dock is growing busier and louder with the gathering of seaman on leave; dressed in their meager finest, waiting for comrades to finish preparations or gathering pay. They grow quieter with the presence of the party, eyes turn, and murmurs roll through the men. Inman was unshaken as he offered his bent arm to Nevil. Nevil smiled, drew her hand to his elbow, and whispered playfully, "Be careful dear, It's just as likely they are looking at you.”
Cirilli scampered up the ladder and grabbed for Sorrow’s proffered hand as she neared the top. Laughing in delight, she gave him a hug as she regained her balance. “Thanks, Sorrow.” She looks around and sees the sailors and dock workers gathering along the docks. She made her way over to Atalaya and Vasilya, taking Atalaya’s hand. “Let’s go! I’m hungry and we want to get to the Green Goblin before all Aristotles’ food gets eaten.” Her face suddenly turns sad. “Grinda is going to be sad that he missed this. He would have wanted to help Aristotle and learn all his recipes for Midsummer specials and treats.”
Atalaya gave Cirilli a quick side hug saying, “I’m sure that he is learning whatever dishes are popular where he is, or learning Macterah and Tif’s favorites.” Looking around and seeing that Ivar had joined them on the pier added, “Let’s go. It’s time to start this celebration.” Linking one arm in Vasilya’s and her other with Cirilli’s, she headed in the direction of the nearest gateway into the town.
The streets felt pleasant and relaxed. Most stores were closed with merchants at home with their families. For many of the homes along the street, doors and windows were open as an invitation for friends and acquaintances to enter. This afforded glimpses of individual Midsummer celebrations as the friends walked to the Goblin; tables set, flowers hung, dresses flowed, long parted family embracing, men smoking and telling stories of Midsummers past, young sweethearts stealing moments before calls to dinner. While the mood would no doubt grow more rowdy as the night wore on, in this moment, the city breathed gentle with life.
As the group strolled into the city they made their way past the Duke’s manor house. There were lanterns lighting up the gardens, but around the walls Atalaya noted an increased presence of city guards. The courtyard outside the Entertainer’s Guild was busy with many families milling around to listen to the street musicians. Atalaya looked around for Kay, but didn’t see him. As they turned the corner onto Kay’s Alley, she saw a group of young children seated on the ground around a storyteller who was in the middle of a tale of the goddess Mystra. Stopping and listening, they heard about the goddess' death resulting in the Spellplague years and of her return and the restoration of magic in the lands of Toril had the children enthralled in the tale as he expertly wove the tale of magic gone wild and the destruction of many of the lands of Toril. The goddess’ return just a few years prior (1480) and the return of magic was greeted by shouts of joy from the children.
Sorrow, in an aside to his party, quietly remarked, “You know, that is just one theory of the Spellplague. There are other opinions as to the cause. But, it also seems that the return of the weave did correspond with the return of Mystra.”
They continued on their way to the Green Goblin, crossing over the river that runs through the town, Atalaya enjoying the ability to cross over without any of the weird feelings she has when she crosses the bridge in Salt Marsh. As they approach the Green Goblin, they see more people and families headed in the same direction.
Midsummer 1491, Evening/Night
The Goblin had already gotten busy, but the friends were in luck, a broad table near the door was empty. With a few extra chairs, it would do nicely. Inman collected the few chairs in the corner to stake claim to the table. As was customary, Nevil, still wearing her stole, approached Bluebell and offered her services should a customer approach the house for assistance. Nevil removed the stole and tucked it inside her dress for safe keeping. Then she returned to the table on the heels of Aristotle to hear the night's specials.
Aristotle greets the group enthusiastically. “Sorrow said that you would be joining us tonight. I’m so happy to see you all.” Turning to Bluebell he adds, “You take good care of our friends tonight. And Sorrow and Ivar’s meals are on the house if they agree to entertain for a while this evening,” he adds with a wink at the two musicians. “Must get back to the kitchen. Enjoy yourselves tonight friends.”
Bluebell chuckled as she watched Aristotle make his way back to the kitchen, checking in with several of the patrons on his way. “So what will you all be wanting to drink tonight? Ale?” Looking at Cirilli she added, “For Midsummer, we have a lovely lemonade drink.” Looking at Atalaya she added, “It’s very refreshing. Just water, lemons and sugar. The children all seem to really enjoy it.”
At Cirilli’s eager expression, Atalaya nods. “That sounds like a nice Midsummer treat. Cirilli will have that. I would like some mead.”
Vasilya speaks up, “Ale for me lass. In fact lass, why don’t you just bring out some mugs and a couple of pitchers of ale for our table.” He reaches into his pouch and hands her several silver coins. Just keep them coming until you use this up.” Handing her a few more coins, “and this is for the lemonade and mead.”
It didn't take long for the drinks to arrive. Cirilli was presented with a tankard of lemonade with a fancily sliced lemon adorning the rim. Atalaya received a small corked bottle of pale and cloudy honey mead and a crisp wine glass. Boz uncorks the bottle for Atalaya and pours her a heady glass. The pitchers of ale arrived as requested with tankards all around. Sorrow and Inman simultaneously reached for the pitchers at opposite ends of the table. Giving each other a knowing grin, they touch the side of the pitchers, chilling the contents, then proceeded to pour the first round.
Inman raised his tankard, "To Midsummer! he toasted. Everyone raised their drinks in agreement, Cirilli uses two hands. "To Midsummer" the chorus rang and the imbibing began. Nevil drinks two thirds of her first ale to get a brisk start. It catches the eye of Sorrow and Ivar. Inman is not at all surprised.
Around the time the second round was poured, another set of pitchers and food arrive. Aristotle comes out to present his service as the platters arrive, "Squabs seasoned with rosemary, roasted corn, baked summer squash, seasoned field greens, roasted finger potatoes, and garlic knots with olive oil with fresh bread." He nods to Inman and Nevil, "Your friends slipped some funds to me earlier..."
Inman adds, "I hope you don't mind that we took the liberty." He looks to Nevil drawing her near to his side, "You have all been so kind taking us on board and we have so much to celebrate this Midsummer.”
Atalaya smiles at the two of them and raises her glass of mead to them. “It seems to be that we are all in the middle of Seraphina’s meddling. But I’m glad that you have found us. And I’m glad that we are actually somewhere that we celebrate the holiday. We were on the trail for Greengrass and didn’t really get to celebrate.” Turning to Aristotle she adds, “This looks delicious. I think you have outdone yourself.”
Bluebell and Broddie begin setting the platters of food on the table. Atalaya’s mouth begins to water as the fragrances of the delicately flavored foods reach her. Reaching for the potatoes that had been placed in front of her, she dished out a portion for herself. Seeing Vaz push his plate towards her, she scooped out some of the potatoes for him and then passed the platter to Cirilli.
As everyone filled their plates and settled into enjoying the meal, Atalaya looked down the table and listened as they laughed and joked amongst themselves. “This is friendship.” And as her gaze returned to Vasilya and Cirilli her thoughts continued, “And family. This is a Midsummer that I will always remember.”
[discussion?]
With the Tavern beginning to fill, Bluebell and Aristotle's pace of work is stammering. The meal was wrapping up, drinks were running low, and Sorrow and Ivar grew restless for one more before beginning their work.
Nevil has clearly reached a comfortable level of inebriation and she falls into old roles. She stands, gathers empty pitchers and gestures to Bluebell for permission. Bluebell nods and points to one other group. Nevil weaves between patrons and gathers a third pitcher, then goes behind the bar to pour their fill. Returning, and with clear experience showing, Nevil carries three pitchers in one hand and holds a second bottle of mead in the other. Setting down the pitchers at the other table, she leaves one behind and returns with the remainder. Nevil sets down the mead in front of Boz who has been tending to Atalaya. She crosses by Sorrow for a quick chill of the pitchers, then proceeds to refill drinks for her friends.
But old habits die hard for the once tavern maid. Her curves fold over the table as she leans to reach for glasses. Sorrow can't help but notice what is near his eye level and within a hand's reach. His tail grows still in focus and he raises an eyebrow. Then with better judgment, he looks up to unexpectedly meet Inmans gaze. Inman is tickled by the scene and laughs to himself; much to the relief of Sorrow. The two share a moment of appreciation for her fair form.
Nevil returns around the table and near to Inman. While she stretches to top off the drinks, Inman places a hand on her hip with calm and deepening eyes. Then she stands straight and offers a toast, "to new beginnings, pleasurable company, and desires fulfilled." She looks to Inman and then drinks deep from her ale; remembering Midsummers of the past.
As Nevil goes to sit, Inman guides her to rest across his lap. She offers no resistance and places an arm around his shoulders. Inman leans his head to whisper in her ear. Nevil looks a little taken back and raises her eyes to Sorrow, who is still watching her. She laughs a little and then mouths the words, "sorry" to him from across the table. Sorrow nods and salutes them both with his ale.
Nevil leans into Inman's ear offering words only for him. Inman closes his eyes while she speaks; his face warms. Then when she has finished, he places his finger to her chin and guides her lips to his, for an unhurried kiss. Foreheads resting together, they are both lost in this moment in time, oblivious to the world around them.
Vaz picked up the bottle of mead that Nevil had placed in front of him. He reached for Atalaya’s glass to fill it again. His eyes remained on her as they had been all night. He loved the open and carefree expression on her face when she laughed and teased him as they enjoyed the special feast that Nevil and Inman had procured for them. As he handed her full glass to her, Atalaya leaned over, resting her hand on his shoulder as whispered, “You are a bad man, trying to get me drunk.” Taking her glass she salutes him and takes a big swig of the mead. Turning to Sorrow she asks, “So Sorrow, when does this party start? We need some music. It’s time for dancing.”
Sorrow looked over the table observing each of his friends and then around the tavern. Smiling he said, “It is about time for me to liven up the place.” He took another swing of his ale and stood, searching for someone from the tavern. Seeing Miz Marie, he made his way to her and spoke quietly with her for several moments. Miz Marie's smile grew larger as they talked and she gestured Broddie over to them.
“Gather chairs for Sorrow and Ivar, Broddie and put them between the gaming table and the fireplace. They can use the barrel there to put their mugs on. It’s going to be your job to keep them filled as long as they are playing.”
Broddie smiled. “Of course Miz Marie.” Turning to Sorrow, “You can count on me. I’ll just grab some extra chairs for you.” Broddie walked off, finding an unused chair at one of the long tables. After placing that, he moved Ivar’s chair for him as he stood to join Sorrow. Miz Marie placed two full mugs of ale on the barrel in front of them and gave Ivar a motherly pat on his shoulder as he pulled his drum out of its protective covering. “I’m glad you have joined back up with your friends. I liked hearing you play again last night.”
Ivar looked startled at her comment. “I think you were missing Sorrow’s playing, not mine, Miz Marie. I just drum a bit for fun. Sorrow is the bard.”
“True, I’ve missed his playing too. But you seemed happier last night, once your friends showed up. Perhaps you just missed the thrill of adventure?” Turning to Sorrow she added, “Let Broddie or me know if you need anything.” Then she walked off checking on the progress of the other patrons of the tavern.
Sorrow turned to Cirilli. “So my little warrior, what do you want to hear first tonight?”
Cirilli thought for a moment. “Something happy. Something I haven’t heard before.”
Sorrow rested his warm hand on her head briefly as she looked up at him. “Hmm, something happy. Yes, I think I can come up with something happy. This is a festival afterall.” Then he leaned down to stage whisper, “And how about something that our friends can dance to after that?” His smile grew as he listened to Cirilli’s laughter. Then belying his apparent inebriation, he deftly caught the copper piece that Vasilya had lobbed at him. Holding it up for Vasilya to see, it suddenly disappeared.
Vasilya laughed and looked pleased at Sorrow’s sleight of hand move that had made the coin seem to disappear. As Sorrow moved away, his instruments in his hand, Vasilya spoke softly to Cirilli and then they both stood and pushed the bench back from the table a little. Vasilya then turned to Atalaya, reaching for her hands to help her stand. “I’ve sat alone long enough tonight,” and as he sat back down, he pulled her into his lap, shooting an amused glance towards Inman and Nevil. “I can’t let Inman have all the fun, now can I?”
The start of music brought the awareness of the world back to Nevil and Inman. Inman looks quite pleased with himself when he asks, "do you remember the Midsummer of 79'?" Nevil laughed with a mouth full of ale, struggling to swallow it before she asked, "you mean when we snuck on the merchant ship Brinton?" Inman smiles, "that's the one." Nevil grins, "We were too reckless then. Tonight will not be that exciting, I hope."
Boz and Atalaya look over with curiosity. Nevil looks a little bit put on the spot, when Inman gestures for her to explain before sipping his ale.
Nevil looks to Inman, "We needed evidence of the Brinton's involvement with a regional slaver ring. Midsummer is a good time to sneak on ships. So, this man dressed up and played the role of a drunken sailor." Inman adds, "and this woman became an equally inebriated libertine. Getting onto the ship was easy." Inman tucks loose the hair behind her ear, wanting to appreciate her neck, "Getting caught was more problematic."
Nevil shook her head and sipped her ale, "We had the evidence we needed and on our way out, when we got caught by a guard. So, we played lost lovers who had gotten on the wrong ship." Nevil looks at Inman with memories in her eyes, "apparently we were quite convincing. He didn't say a word... but he wouldn't stop watching us either..." She took a swig and blushed, "It got a little steamy before he asked us to leave." Inman's brow raised, "I thought it was some of our best work.”
Atalaya snuggled against Vasilya’s chest slowly sipping on the mead in her glass. Vasilya’s arm around her waist held her firmly in place on his lap. His other arm was around Cirilli’s shoulders and she leaned against his shoulder as she listened and laughed at Sorrow’s song, some foolishness about a Rattlin Bog and a hole. As Sorrow and Ivar finished the first song and moved onto others, some were loud and boisterous and some quiet and lyrical.
After a bit, Atalaya recognized the song being performed as an elven dance song. Squirming out of Vasilya’s lap she pulled him to his feet and encouraged Cirilli to join them. In the open area between the fireplaces Atalaya began teaching both Vasilya and Cirilli the steps to dance, a simple individual dance common during festivals and parties. Atalaya was pleased with the ease that both Cirilli and Vasilya learned the steps and they were soon stepping, twirling and gliding around the small dance space. After several minutes some of the children who had been sitting with their families asked if they could learn too.
Atalaya shot a look over at Sorrow and Ivar. Sorrow nodded, checked his mug and found it full, took a long drink as he and Ivar took a short break while Atalaya repeated her instructions for the dance with Cirilli and Vasilya helping to keep everyone moving in the correct directions. When the music was added in, the children attempted the dance, with a few collisions and occasional missed turns, but with lots of laughter. They returned to their families excited about the new dance they had learned.
As the children left the dance area, the music shifted into other familiar dance tunes common to the Riverport area. Vasilya brought Atalaya into his arms and held her close as they danced.
Performance roll for Cirilli: 19
Performance roll for Vaz: 20
Standard d20 roll for children: 13
In Riverport chat
Good job dancing cirilli and Vaz!
Nevil whispers to Inman before standing to nibble on some cheeses remaining on the table. Inman, understanding his assignment, stands and presents a hand to Cirilli. "Would you care to dance?" He asks with formal bearing. Cirilli beams with joy. "Yes!" she squeals, taking his hand and walking with Inman to the open space. Inman dances simply, giving Cirilli his full attention for several songs; twirling and dipping her occasionally during slower songs and matching her style for faster songs. Nevil leans on the wall nursing her ale. She watches them dance with equal joy. He has always been good with children. My girls adored him.
Inman with a final bow, "you dance wonderfully young lady." Holding another hand out, he escorts her back to the table. Where Cirilli finds a fresh lemonade. Inman sits and sips his ale to recover; glancing across the room to find Nevil watching him. They both smile.
After a full set of dance songs, and just before breaking, the song of resistance and unity Nevil requested of Sorrow begins. Nevil immediately recognizes the tune and locks eyes with Inman. Watching his reaction closely, as she takes several swallows from her drink. Does he still feel our cause? Then disengaging from her tankard with a knowing and naughty grin just for him. I will get an earful later for sure. Then she turns to watch the room's reaction.
A few howls from the assembled crowd rise above the din. Boots stomp on the stone floor and metal tankards slam onto the worn surface of the tables. "'At's fookin' right!" someone yells. "Fookin' A!"
A female voice pierces through the crowd. "Stay with me tonight, Sorrow Teleanus!"
Inman raises an eyebrow and turns to Nevil, amused. He licks his lips, settling an arm around her waist as she settles into his lap. "Power to the fookin' people, eh, my little subversive?" His eyes are alight, and he shakes his head fondly.
When the music changed to the resistance song, Atalaya made her way back to the table and took a long drink of her mead. Listening to the song she shoots a long look at Nevil and Inman. Then turning to Cirilli, she asks, “So love, are you enjoying yourself? You looked like you were having fun dancing with Inman.”
“Oh yes, Atalaya. This is so much fun. It was fun shopping this morning and watching Nevil spar with the weaponsmith. And now being here. The food and dancing, I like it a lot.” After a moment, “Do you think that Boz will dance with me?”
Vasilya, walking up behind them, answers for himself. “Of course youngling. It will be my honor to have the chance to dance with such a fair maiden. When the next dance set begins you will be my partner.”
Cirilli’s smile lit the room and she gave Vasilya a quick hug before returning to her lemonade.
Atalaya, satisfied that Cirilli was safely under Vasilya’s watch, made her way over to Nevil and Inman. “Are you trying to start something? Why did they play such a song tonight?”
Nevil looks disappointed with the accusation, "Atalaya, I requested a song dear to me and wanted to see Inman's eyes when it played again." Nevil sips her ale, "Do you really think one song on Midsummer would dust up trouble? That Sorrow would play it if he thought it would?
“I don’t know Nevil. But it doesn’t feel like a festival song.” She looks around the tavern. “I hope the children don’t understand it and that the adults have had enough alcohol that in the morning they will have forgotten all about it.” She scans the room. “We need another children’s dance I think. That should help put everyone back into a party mood.” She walks over to Sorrow as he is putting down his violin. “We need to change the mood before you break. That can’t be the last song. How about a couple children’s dances or group dances. This can’t be the last thing they hear.”
Sorrow raises an eyebrow at Atalaya. "Look around you." He gives a subtle nod towards the carousing crowd. "I'd say if anything, this crowd likes a little working man solidarity. This is hardly the Cup and Dragon."
He quickly gets a couple gulps of ale before picking up his instrument again. “Are you going to dance then?”
“If I know the dance. If it’s a human dance, I’ll get Cirilli to teach me.” Thinking for a moment, “That might be best. Either the kids here will already know it, or seeing me being taught they may ask to learn it.”
Sorrow nods. “Alright Atalaya. How about this one?” He starts up a familiar dance tune.
Cirilli’s face lights up as she hears it. “I think I know this one. Come on Boz, it’s fun.” She grabs his hand and pulls him towards the dance area. Atalaya looks up and sees several other children pulling their parents towards the open area. Obviously it is a local favorite. Atalaya smiles as she watches Cirilli and Vasilya.
Nevil gets really quiet and excuses herself outside before Sorrow resumes playing. She leans on a crate across the street. Reaching into a small pocket to pull out her pipe and nightcap. She packs the bowl and waits while fingering the stem.
********
Later that night after returning to the Hond Ebrath
Nevil entered the room, a pleasant warmth of drink still upon her. Sitting on the side of the bed as Inman closes the door and approaches the table; tossing his cape over the chair. She pries off her boots, and flops back on the bed. Claiming most of its space, she starts laughing. "It's been so long since I have had a night like this," she said, grinning at the ceiling. Inman unbuttoning the sides of his ornate double doublet, "I'm glad to see you having fun. I enjoyed the evening too." Then she sits up, to watch Inman with a very pleased expression; as he slips off his boots and lays the garment to the side. Untucking his under shirt he steps toward the bed holding out a hand. "Let me help you with your dress," he offers. Nevil stands. Inman helps to lift the gown over her head and then he drapes it over the chair with his cape.
Inman pauses, taking his time to savor the moment. First running his fingers down the seams of the underdress, he speaks softly, "Tonight, did you feel as beautiful as you are?" Nevil's heart skips. Yes, for the first time since... His fingers move to carefully untie the underdress and loosen the laces. "Yes, the way your eyes followed me spoke to my heart," she admitted allowing the underdress to drop to the floor.
Nevil begins to reach to take her hair down, but Inman drew near behind her. "Leave it. You are perfect just like this," he spoke softly to her ear. Kissing her neck as she swayed offering its length to him, he curls an arm around her; holding her against him. I wonder if he remembers?
His lips dusted behind her ear. "I've been thinking of this all day," he whispered. The fingers of his free hand located and curled around the crest of her hip. "Would you allow me the honor?" He asked with his voice deepening. His thumbs pressed into her lower back as he squeezed his hand; applying the pressure of command. Nevil's breath shuddered. Oh fuck, he remembers exactly... Knowing well what she would release, and knowing he could not see her desire, she made him wait for her response. When she spoke, "...to you alone," the night's stillness broke and did not return until the few hours before sunrise.
No comments:
Post a Comment