(121-05-09) The Glowing Maiden
The Glowing Maiden
Summary: Vivian and Lucamore meet in the Maidenday Gardens.
Date: Date of play (09/05/2014)
Related: None
Players:
Lucamore..Vivian..

Maidenday Gardens - Starry Street

The Maidenday Gardens are perhaps the loveliest of Oldtown's public gardens. The gracious footpaths are paved in white stone and lined with with flowering trees and rosebushes bearing pink and white blossoms. The beds alongside them are thickly planted with narcissus, lily-of-the-valley, trilliums and wood anemones. An occasional arbor arches over the path, supporting a clematis or wisteria, a virgin's bower or a honeysuckle. Most of the flowers are pale or blushing, but splashes of bright yellows, purples, and blues are not uncommon. True red is all that is absent. In the evenings little lamps hang from slim iron posts to light the paths.

There are benches here and there, and pavilions enshrouded with flowering vines. There are also shrines to The Maiden throughout the garden. They feature statues of stone or wood, some painted, some plain, some large, some small, some dressed in real clothing. All are beautiful and all have a little altar before them. While this is a public garden the rest of the year, on Maiden's Day it is closed to all but maidens. Those girls who feel the ritual at the Sept is not enough to express their piety may, under the watchful eyes of the Septas who maintain this place, light candles at these altars and sing more of their songs of innocence.


The young haughty woman is slowly walking in the gardens, brushing with her pale hand across the leaves of the bushes or trees. She looks not worried about the little rain at all. Her eyes, color of ice, just adoringly observe the flowers. She is wearing a spotless white and slim fitting gown, that excels in simplistic elegance, with the waist and bust tightened in by a lean, white corset, who's radiating purity matches the dress so well that it barely stands out. Wound about the ribs of the corset are a few lengths of slim golden cord, crossing the front in an upper and lower diamond pattern, and finishing in a pair of long, dangling tassels which reach almost to her slipper shod feet. While wearing the dress, her slim arms can fit into the sleeves of a long, sheer white flowing mantle, that trails along the ground behind her. The glimmering white of the dress makes her own white skin seem to glow with inner spirit and light.
Sometimes one or two raindrops fall on the girl's shoulders, starting to glint in the moonlight like diamonds. It gives even more grace to the girl's moves.
Silky platinum blonde hair is pulled into a single tight braid that reaches her waist. The braid sways from her moves to the right or to the left. Even if there is some kind of haughtiness in the girl's paces, she still has a shy and almost innocent demeanor to her, likely, because she looks like the moon, who walks on earth. The moon, the ghost or a little angel. It may even look like the girl is radiating a dazzling, holy light. Her plump rosy lips are tightly pressed together to muffle the sound of a soft humming, which can remind purring of the cat. It's incredibly quiet melody and has a barely noticable tremble in the sound as if Vivian would be afraid to be heard.
The humming is interrupted by the caught of the girl's handmaiden and by the rattle of the armor of two guards. They both have silver cloaks with purple unicorns.
There are no any other people in the gardens at such hour.

At least it seems there are no others about until a figure turns a bend in the path, sky blue and white is apparent before his face is, as the man draws closer at a steady but casual pace, a couple guards bearing the sigil of House Arryn following close behind. Lucamore has only been in town for about a day, and it would seem he was taking in the sights of the Maidenday Gardens when the light shower started. Wearing a sky blue tunic, pants, and cloth shoes with a white doublet to off-set the look, a cloak hangs down one side covering the right half of his body from collar to waist. The cloak is sky blue with an embroidered white edge and he appears unarmed.
Catching sight of a 'glowing' woman he can't help but investigate, drawing closer he says, "It would appear I have been visited by the maiden herself. I greet you my lady." offering a bit of a formal bow.

Vivian slowly turns her look from a wonderful brightly yellow flower to the man, who is speaking with her. First of all, the young petite lady looks over the sigil of House of Arryn. Second, she examines the man quite evaluating, befure she raises her pale hand to these slightly rosy lips, just to cover them, this way muffling the sound of her giggle. Then the girl offers a proper curtsy, raising the skirt of her gown up a little bit. Just not to make it dirty. After all, her one hand always keeps the fabric a little bit risen. After all, the light shower started.
"It would appear I have been visited by the man, who recently moistened his tongue in the honey!" Vivian giggles a little bit more, offering a teasing wink, "Thank you for your lovely words, my lord…" She drawls the end of her sentence, as asking for his name.
Of course, her guards bow to the nobles as her handmaiden curtsies.

Lucamore nods and says, "Lord Lucamore Arryn, it is a pleasure to meet you Lady Maiden." some might view his words as bordering on the blasphemous as he continues, "I would not be opposed to a moistening of my tongue in honey, though I cannot help the way I speak when I am confronted with a vision of the Maiden herself." offering a charming smile.

"My lord, I would say, that too many sweet things per one day are not very healthy. It's always more pleasing, when you can eat the cake whole day, than you eat the whole cake just in one day!" Vivian giggles again and turns back into the flower, "You can call me lady Vivian. Lady Vivian Brax," she introduces herself.

Lucamore nods and says, "SO the pure maiden does have a name then. As you wish lady Vivian." as he walks over to join her and asks, "Are you not concerned for the rain lady Vivian?"

"I am concerned about my home. I am concerned about my people. I am concerned about my castle, I am concerned about economy, politics, traditions, rumors, prestige, responsibilities, dreams… If I will be concerned about such a tiny thing as rain, I fear I will be the Mad Lady," The young petite girl chuckles and leans closer to the flower just to inhale the wonderful aroma. Then she leans back and turns to the man, "We, nobles, do not have pleasure to be concerned about small things… We barely have pleasure at all, I would say. We do not belong for ourselves. We belong for people, laws, traditions, expectations, don't you think so, my lord?"

Lucamore might be watching as Vivian leans over to smell the flower or may simply be a victim of lighting, either way his eyes are level with her's when she stands to face him again as he says, "We certainly have few choices in our lives I will grant you that Lady Vivian. I have mostly studied politics and courtly matters for just such reasons myself, as you say there is only so much pleasure we have for ourselves. One only has to look at those marriages made for politics instead of love to prove such."

"Marriages…" Vivian drawls and focuses on another bloom. This time it is on the branch of a tree. The bloom is above her head. Petite think tiptoes to be at least a little bit closer. She sniffs that bloom and sighs in relief, "FLowers relax me, my lord. I love coming here, when there are no too many people around and just… You undersdant," she turns her gaze back to the man, "What was on your mind, if I may ask. I believe, nobody goes for a walk at the night in the park, unless smething is pressing their hearts."

Lucamore nods and says, "I only just arrived in town and I was exploring a bit after settling in a bit. I suppose you could say it was more curiosity then anything else."

"Aaaah… I see!" Vivian nods, "Each new arrival is full of curiosity, while all these, who stay here for too long are already dreaming about their home…"

Lucamore nods and says, "I'll try and keep that in mind, I'm afraid to say this garden is lovely enough, but pales a bit compared to the Vale, though i suppose I am biased about how lush and fertile the Vale is."

"Maybe, maybe. We all compare Oldtown with our home. I miss mountains. I miss these small paths beside the edge of the road…" The girl sighs dremaily and turns to the man, offering a curtsy again, "If you will excuse me, my lord, I would like to continue my walk. I need to rest my mind. Welcome to the Oldtown. I hope you will enjoy your stay!" And the young woman moves further.

Lucamore nods and says, "Enjoy your walk Lady Vivian." and watches her leave before moving to leave himself.

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