You walk along a white stone path and into the Queen's Gardens.
The Queen's Gardens: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn
This circular expanse of garden curves around the backside of the Royal Palace. Flagstone paths meander off through the lush greenery, through trees and many flowering shrubs. Trellises with flowered vines crawl up the gleaming white walls that surround the palace. A white stone courtyard sits at the center of the gardens, with tall columns circling around it, holding up its golden-tiled roof.
The lazy sounds of birds chirping and the breeze blowing through the trees makes you feel like taking a catnap. Although the first chill of autumn is in the air, the roses are still in bloom here, despite the senescing leaves of gold, orange and brown that cloak some of the trees. A white stone path leads back west to the Courtyard and a white stone staircase curves up near the Palace to a balcony that overlooks the gardens.
Contents:
Oriana
Turail
Obvious Exits:
Studio Palace Courtyard Up to Balcony
Oriana nods "So it can't be helped?" She takes a deep breath "Will you still be like my father?" she asks of him as large eyes look doe like and pleading.
Lorewyr walks in, as if he owns the place, or at least like he belongs here. And since he doesn't own the place, he must belong here. He reads as he walks, not really paying that much attention to what's going on around him. Afterall, it is an interesting book.
Sitting on a bench in the nether reaches of the garden, a captain in the guard is speaking with a young Domani girl. He has his arm around her in a fatherly fashion. He nods, his mouth quirking upwards slightly at the corner apologeticly. "I don't think it can be.. Oriana.. but you may always come to me as before."
Oriana smiles and wraps her arms about Turail's neck and hugs him. Her smile radiant as she laughs "Thank you. I didn't want to lose another one."
Lorewyr continues his little walk, not really seeing anything. It must be a really good book, and boy, you hope the Gardener won't miss those flowers the man just trampled in his idle wandering.
Some would say Turail's expressions have a tendency to range between stoney, and less stoney, yet he smiles at Oriana's laughter and hugs her tightly for a moment before letting her go. "Nonsense." He smiles down, "Now I'm told there is to be an engagement party for Lady Cherise and Lord Lelldorin soon.." And this is probably the only news out of the house he's had in a few days, since a messenger came looking for him with the invitation specifically on his return to Caemlyn. "I think you should save your step-father a dance young lady." He winks.
Oriana nods "I will..and just wait 'til you see the dress I'm going to wear." Her eyes sparkle. Now this is a girl's favorite subject..well clothes and jewels at least. "I'm going to fix my hair nicer then this as well." Then dark eyes settle on the man trampling flowers and her brow quirks. "Who's that?" she asks very quietly.
Lorewyr continues his little walk, though he's out of the flowers now. And he apparently doesn't even realize he was in them, he stops walking just long enough to try to find a place to sit.
Turail glances in the direction of the flower trompler at Oriana's verbal noticing of the man, wrinkling his brow slightly. "Hmm.. I'm not sure.." He replies just as quietly. Lorewyr settles onto the bench near the fountain, resuming his reading.
You sit down at the Bench near the fountain.
Oriana nods and then kisses Turail's cheek "I really do miss you."
The old stone face is somewhat of a big softie at times. The kiss on his cheek and accompanying words bring another smile and Turail ruffles her hair somewhat unceremoniously. "I miss you too Oriana...Don't forget.. party. Save me a dance or I'll have words with your beaus." He reaches for his papers then and grins, "Unfortunately, I have a meeting with my Lieutenants in just a few minutes.. so I must be going. But it was indeed refreshing to see you."
Oriana stands and curtseys "I will.." but then frowns as she straightens back up her hair "Stop that.." and she sends him a look.
Turail rises as well, chuckling softly as he gets 'the look' from Oriana. Janeva is teaching her well apparently. He can almost see the same expression on Janeva. He leans to kiss her forehead. "All right. Till later then." He sweeps a quick bow and winks at her before setting off for the barracks, papers under his arm.
Oriana nods and watches Turail go. But the dark gaze swings towards that ppor man that's still in the garden. She gathers her cloak about her and then glides his way.
Lorewyr sits at the bench, still reading, not noticing any of this going on. Well, okay, maybe it isn't such a good book, but it does seem to compell him in its reading.
Dark with a hint of light, this girl seems to be around 15 or 16. Dark hair is pulled up showing off the delicate curve of her neck. A few strands of hair curl down on the right side of her face while the rest is held up in bejeweled clips. The jewels glitter a beautiful purple color. The hairstyle makes her look older as well as the way she's holding herself these days. The mass is thick and luxurious, red highlights glittering in the right kind of light. Dark pools of ebon seem to fill her face, ringed by thick dark lashes. Her eyes ringed expertly with kohl, emphasizing their size and shape though the make-up is subtle. Skin is smooth and a soft brown in color. Her lips are full for one this young and hold a bit of an impertinent look to them, their color a soft rose. She seems rather petite and small boned only standing about 5'2" tall.
A beautifully tailored purple chiffon and silk dress hugs to this girls figure. Not yet a full domani dress it still accents her assets quite nicely. The neck is high as is proper but the material seems to cling to her curves. The added affect of upswept hair adding to the illusion of maturity in the young half-domani. A necklace of amethysts encircles her delicte neck and the dress ends at her ankles. Her feet are covered in soft slippers of purple as well, to match her dress.
Oriana comes to a stop before the man and smiles "Hello.." Seems she doesn't care if he's reading. A small hand goes to her hip and the cloak is opened to reveal the dress beneath.
Lorewyr glances up at the girl, just a moment, then back to his book. When it dawns on him that he just saw a very pretty woman staring at him, not more then a few feet away, the book goes clattering to the ground, and bright spots of color rise in his cheek. He quickly collects the book, and attempts to hide it for some reason, "Umm, ah...Hello," he does a quick survey of her clothes, though this seems to darken his blush, "Lady."
Oriana nods an acknowledgment "Light shine.." she says softly. Smiling gently at the reaction she got. "I am Oriana de Camerona..and you?" She asks curiously "and what was that you were reading..seemed rather interesting."
Lorewyr pulls himself together, and his thoughts away from his thoughts of him being only a sparse few years older then she, "I'm Lorewyr Banedof Versyr." He pauses and his eyes bug out a little, and his mind blanks before saying, "It's....uhhh....a book of.....Caemlyn's.......Noble horses...err... houses." It doesn't take much to realize the young man is lying, apparently embarrased to be asked about the book.
Oriana smoothes a hand down her side and quirks a brow "About the noble houses hmm? I'm sure that's not it..you'd have been asleep already." she flashes him a flirty smile. "You can do better then that."
Lorewyr blinks his eyes a few times, finding his mouth very dry, "Uhhh....it's kinda personal..." he stammers, though there is no doubt that he watches your hand make that trip. He seems all tied up in knots, surely if you push him a little, he'll spill the beans.
Oriana leans forward just a bit and tries a new smile. This one curls her lips slowly and has a sensual air to it. "Personal?" she asks. Dark gaze frankly curious. "I promise not to tell; anyone.." she purrs softly.
Methos walks into the Queen's Gardens from the west.
Methos has arrived.
A sweeping red cloak follows behind the Master of Sword as he strides into the gardens, assumably on some rounds. He raises an eyebrow, looking at the two occupants. Light, is Lorewyr getting into more trouble..?
Lorewyr blinks and his voice catches in his throat. His cheeks bloom into color again, and he scrambles to cover what can best be called an 'embarassing' bulge. The only thing handy is the book, he's been trying to hide, but this doesn't seem to register in his mind at the moment. He places it across his lap, and swallows hard.
Oriana is leaned forward a bit and smiling a softly sensual smile at the poor young man. She looks quite curious and seems to have just asked him a question.
You paged Oriana with 'In bright gold scripted letters, the title, "The Art of Making Love" is scripted across the front of the book.'.
Oriana looks down and sees the title of the book. Her eyes widen just a fraction before she licks her lips and asks. "Are you learning anything?"
Methos appraches the herald, noting the placement of the book with a small quirk of his lips. He stops near the man, crossing his arms. "Are you allright, Lorewyr?" He remarks with an amused smile. He nods to the Domani woman politely, the smile no less evident.
Oriana straightens and looks towards Methos and nods politely. That same sensual smile given to this man. Well it seems to work well mostly.
Lorewyr blinks at the young woman, oh, she's got him alright, "Umm, I'd like to think.." he jumps, litterally, as he is caught off guard by Methos. He lands awkwardly, and tumbles backward into the fountain, book flying toward Oriana.
Oriana bends down to pick up the fallen book. Soft laughter chiming from her lips as she stands back up. Good thing this isn't her yellow dress or someone would have gotten a show. She holds the book out to Methos "Perhaps you'd be kind enough to give it back to him?"
Methos shakes his head, smiling. "Yes, I believe that I can." He accepts the book, glancing at the title briefly. He looks at Lorewyr, sitting in the fountain. "Really, Lorewyr? An interesting choice of subjects.." He remarks wryly, holding a hand out to the man in order to help him out of the water.
Oriana looks down at the ground and when she looks back up she looks quite coquettish "At least he wants to learn to please a woman..though I'm not sure that book is the right way to go about it."
Lorewyr blushes fiercely, taking the man's hand though, and getting out of the fountain, "Uhhh...well...." he stammers, looking at the ground cheeks flaming, "It...." he glances at her comment, and blinks, "Uh....what would you suggest?" His eye look lost as to how to gain knowledge without a book....
Methos snorts at both of their comments. "Real live experience my boy. It is the only way." He glances at Oriana at that, smiling rougeishly. He wipes his wet hand on his cloak.
Oriana nods "I'll have to agree with.." and then she raises a brow in the man's direction as her chin comes up.
Lorewyr's eyes flare wide, and his cheeks bloom to a bright red, the deepest shade yet, "Ummm...ahhhh...." he stammers, glancing down, he hisses at Methos, "You know all the experience I have....." he glances at the very enchanting woman, though he can't seem to place her age, he's starting to get the feeling she's older then him.
Methos smiles and nods. "Methos the Lost, miss. Master of Sword here at the palace." He inclines his head politely, and glances at the nervous Lorewyr. "Well, it comes with time, my boy."
Oriana nods her head in acknowledgment "Oriana de Camerona." She introduces herself and a slow smile curves her lips and lights her eyes. "A pleasure to meet you." Again there goes that hand, smoothing over waist and hip. Her dark gaze then moves to Lor "Then you must try and obtain some..it shouldn't be all that hard."
Lorewyr watches this motion, and there is no doubt what the young noble is thinking, you can almost see it in his eyes. He swallows once, twice, a thrid time, befoe saying, "I...seem to misspeak myself with women..." He blinks yep, he's falling into her sway again, even with Methos there.
Methos watches Oriana, seemingly undisturbed by her movements. Perhaps he knows the Domani way well? He looks to Lorewyr then, nodding his agreement. "Yes, Lorewyr. You are a good looking young man. Perhaps you just need to set your sights... a bit lower, eh?" Obviously he means something familiar to them both.
Oriana looks between the two and then dares to glide closer. Hips sway fluidly as she smiles "Yes..just put your mind to it.." Another lick of her lips as a breeze comes up and swirls her cloak fully back. Seems she couldn't have timed it any better as the wind caresses her body.
Lorewyr just stands there, totally enthralled. He has an inkling of who he'd like to have teach him the sensual delights. But is it because she's flaunting herself in front of him, or is it because he's honestly fallen for the young woman?
The blond blademaster blinks slightly at the domani. Well, she certainly does seem to have learned well. So that even a man with as carefully controlled emotions at Methos is taken slightly aback. He clears his throat, the momentary lapse gone once more. "Dont stare, lad. It is not polite." He remarks to Lorewyr with a small smile, knowing full well that is what the young woman wants him to do.
"Nice breeze, isn't it?" Oriana asks as she ignores the man's comments about not staring. She then takes off the cloak and folds it over her arm. May as well take it off if it's only going to get in the way. A glance is given both men as she turns to walk back towards the bench Lor had been occupying. giving them time to take in the charms of her backside as well.
Lorewyr blinks, as Methos severes his staring. Wasn't he having a conversation about this just....there goes that thought, and he's back to oogling the young woman as she moves to the now slightly damp bench. Seeing this he scurries over, and trips, knocking them both into the fountain....
Oriana doesn't make a sound but a splash as she falls in the water. She surfaces and pushes back wet hair. Dress thouroughly soaked and practically see through as she stands. It truly clings to every part of her. Luckily her cloak fell from her arm before she fell in and is still nominally dry.
Lorewyr splooshes into the fountain, bobbing poping up with an arm wrapped loosely around Oriana's waste, though he sputters and doesn't apparently realize it.
Nothing more than a sigh escapes Methos' lips as this occurs. He is only too used to Lorewyr by now. He moves casually toward the fountain with his hands locked behind his back. He studies both of them clinically, smiling slightly at Oriana's appearance. "Are you both allright?"
Oriana looks to Lorwyr and then stands and grabs Methos shoulder to step out "I.." and shakes her head. Apparently angry as she bends down for her cloak. Eyes afire she walks away from the pair.