(121-05-14) Welcome To Oldtown, Greyjoy
Welcome to Oldtown, Greyjoy
Summary: Aenyse Greyjoy arrives in Oldtown, and is 'greeted' by a Mormont. Maege Mormont, to be precise.
Date: Date of play (14/5/121)
Related: None
Players:
Aenyse..Maege..

The weather was hot, and the skies were clear. Blue skies overlooked Oldtown, and these busy docks were awash with activity. Merchant ships - trader ships - and a great deal of houses had ships of one kind or another docked here.

Notable were that of the Iron Islands. There was a boat in the docks - the sails festooned with the sigil of the Greyjoys, and the men that crewed it all bearing that Iron Island look - grim, tough, and a fair bit seedy.

Looking upon Oldtown as if it was a cage, and she were a bird who knew nothing but flight, there was a woman near the ship, dressed in the same manner as the others. Leather breastplate with faded markings and engravings in it that might bear the suggestion of a Kraken, grey cloak, grey tunic, grey pants - brown leather boots, and a sword hanging at her side.

With a sigh of sorts, Aenyse shares one last grimacing look with one of the men, who simply nods at her. That grimace starts edging towards a scowl as she ducks her head, and starts striding with a purpose towards the town proper.

Maege is not, herself, dressed in the colors of the North. In fact, there is little about her outfit that would betray her as such. However, her countenance may belay something of a desire for the cold and familiar sights of Bear Island. Perhaps it is her height - or maybe it is that her dress is a bit thicker than one might expect of a woman of the South. She certainly does not look as if she is enjoying the weather. Also, she has her own sword belted about her waist. Not a normal sight for Southern Ladies.

It's hard not to notice the arrival of the Iron Islanders. As Maege continues her way to explore the docks, she cannot help but knock shoulders with the woman wearing the blazon of the Kraken when her head has ducked down. Pretending as if it were just happenstance, she attempts to continue on without even a 'pardon' spared for Aenyse.

It would be true that Aenyse had her eye more or less on Maege already. On the Islands - a woman with sword was still rare, but not quite as looked down upon as such things were on the mainland. As Maege drew near, there might be the scent of the sea yet on Aenyse, the scent of ropes and leather and the stench of travel.

And the impact of shoulder on shoulder might be solid.

Still, it was enough to make those soft leather boots scrape against the docks as she takes an involuntary step back - and enough to draw her attention from her path forward towards the other Islander. Not that she could tell where the other woman was from just by the thickness of a dress. A beat, and she quirks her head to one side, her expression pursed.

And a hand would lift up, to grip the shoulder of the other woman. "And where are you going?" she asks. There was a roughness to her grasp.

It is a tentative thing, Maege is not normally one to pick fights. However, perhaps it the heat or being in a strange land, but at this moment she could not help herself. The grip of Aenyse holds true, stopping the bear in her tracks. "I was planning on continuing down the docks." Her voice is steady and she meets the Greyjoy's eyes without fear or anger. "Did you have plans to delay me?" She does not seem to mind the smell of salt or travel. Nor, does she glance at the other men surrounding Aenyse.

The men with Aenyse - busying themselves with tying the boat to the docks - do glance up briefly, and while the look they might give Maege a look that might border on inappropriate, they silently return soon enough to their work. And Aenyse lifts her hand up from Maege's shoulder without further squeezing.

Hand returns to herself - not her sword, but the coat on the outside of her hip. Beneath that coat was a dagger in her belt, but her hand was certainly in a poor position to grasp at it, or her sword, if the need turned.

No, the daggers of the moment were in her dark eyes, a steady gaze lingering on Maege's own.

The pause was pregnant, before there was a brief nod from Aenyse - nearly imperceptible. And while the dagger of her gaze blunts a bit, it does not disappear entirely. "No. I do have plans for making my way into town. And I have need of an inn - as I will be…" voice strains. "…staying here some time. Where is one?" No please, no softening of the voice. But no further hardening of it either. She was taking stock of the other woman - eyes steady on Maege's own.

The men may leer as they please. Maege pays them no heed. It is clear that it is Aenyse that is in charge here and that is who she focuses her attention on. At no time does she go for her sword. In fact, her hands remain firmly at her sides, unmoving. If there is to be violence, she believes herself proficient enough to take on many of the Ironborn single handedly. Or, she thinks they would not risk a fight in Oldtown so soon after arrival. Either way, she is sizing up the woman in her own right.

"Good." Maege takes a step back once her shoulder is released, but she does not continue down the docks as she previously said that she would. Instead, she considers Aenyse's words. "There are quite a few, to be honest. You might wish to be more specific. Are you looking for soft beds?" Her eyes glance toward the ship proudly bearing the Greyjoy sigil. "Or are you looking for merely a place to rest your head."

The observations of the Bear Islander would not be incorrect. And Aenyse did not wish to incur the wrath of the Watch so quickly as well. For… other reasons.

"Soft beds," repeats Aenyse as if in disbelief, the tone of her voice lowering a bit. At the glance towards the ship, Aenyse keeps her eyes on the other woman, although there was a clench to her jaw that wasn't there before. "No - I just seek something hot to eat on my way into town. It turns out…" she pauses. "That I will be staying but a few day's time. And I can spend that time on that ship," says Aenyse, lifting her chin to indicate her ship.

"I'll save the softness for the ladies of the Greenland," she says, the tone in her voice faintly challenging. "And for the saltwives brought back to the islands," she adds, the grim line of her lips cracking with a slight smile.

The observations of the Bear Islander would not be incorrect. And Aenyse did not wish to incur the wrath of the Watch so quickly as well. For… other reasons.

"Soft beds," repeats Aenyse as if in disbelief, the tone of her voice lowering a bit. At the glance towards the ship, Aenyse keeps her eyes on the other woman, although there was a clench to her jaw that wasn't there before. "No - I just seek something hot to eat on my way into town. It turns out…" she pauses. "That I will be staying but a few day's time. And I can spend that time on that ship," says Aenyse, lifting her chin to indicate her ship.

"I'll save the softness for the ladies of the Greenland," she says, the tone in her voice faintly challenging. "And for the saltwives brought back to the islands," she adds, the grim line of her lips cracking with a slight smile.

"Yes, soft beds." Maege cannot help but give a slight smirk at the disbelief in Aenyse's voice. "I am sure there are many that could offer a hot meal, though I find the weather already oppressive enough without the added heat of a meal. Once off the docks, make a left, then a right and follow the alleyway to the end." Is that even a real place? Who knows. The bear certainly delivers the directions with a straight face.

"I would be careful of mentioning taking of saltwives. There was a ship that was found with no survivors recently. Such talk might think you the reavers responsible." Maege's tone is not accusing, but nor does she sound like she is giving friendly advice.

With the measure that Aenyse was receiving off of the other woman - she did not expect her to mock her in such a juvenile way as to give false direction. But that might be another way to measure this Greenlander with a sword. "Woulda thought," says Aenyse, her tone starting to slide back towards the neutral. "That you would be used to the heat of this place," she says, finally breaking eye contact to glance back towards the town proper for a moment, her eyes seeking out the path that was described.

At least as much as can be seen from the docks.

Which wasn't terribly much, really.

There was a snort from her as the ship was mentioned. "It wasn't us. Or we would've taken or burned the ship," she says, glancing back towards Maege, affecting a more longsuffering air. "Unless it was shite, like most of the ships that are built in the Greenlands."

Stick them anyway you can get them tends to be Maege's own thoughts on the matter. But if she gave Aenyse false directions, the thoughts are gone from her head already. "Me? No, I am not a Greenlander, nor have I been here over long. I doubt I will ever get used to the heat." With a shrug, she adds, "There were certainly burns and sigils marked on it. But, when your House is known for pillaging, I just thought it prudent to warn you of the dangers of speaking so forthright of taking that which is not yours so soon after a tragedy."

"You are of the green lands, if…" Aenyse begins by saying, lifting a gloved hand and… pausing a moment.

A brief little frown manages to break her expression, her eyes turning back towards the other woman, a little cant of her head to one side given. "Unless you are of the islands. But you are not of the Iron Islands…" she begins, her eyes flickering back down to the sword at Maege's hip.

There was a shift in her expression then. Far from the grim visage of before, now a sly smile was allowed to spread past her lips. "I understand," she says. But whether it was to the warning, or to other things - well, only Aenyse knew. "And as a warning to you, I'd be careful which dock you walk past. Some might appreciate your presence more than others - I know my men certainly would," she says, kinda bringing up a hand to tap her forehead in a little salute, before starting to walk off. Without a farewell, even.

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