(121-07-25) Moon Tea
Moon Tea
Summary: Madrighal has some advice and a gift of the rather surprising kind for Iris.
Date: 26-27/07/2014
Related: Showtime at the Whimsy

Terrace - Quill and Tankard, Hightower And Citadel

The Quill and Tankard's terrace occupies the area of of the little island that is not filled by the tall, timbered, southward-leaning building itself. There are ragged little stacks of stone sticking up from the Earth around the island's banks, the remains of a wall that once kept drunkards from falling into the river but has now been knocked down and robbed of its stones enough that it better serves to trip them and make sure that they fall headlong into the Honeywine instead of merely walking in. They are rather picturesque. Tall torches stand along the ruined wall. They're lit at night, and in foggy weather.

There's a single, ancient apple tree in the middle of this area. The rest is grass, made sparse by the passage of too many feet, flagstone footpaths that help keep the guests from muddying their feet when it rains, and weathered tables and benches. Tall torches surround some, but not all, of the larger tables.

Madrighal is in his usual spot under the apple tree, with white wine and his lute. he is playing a single passage witrh minor variations in a way that suggests composing rather than practicing. Whatever it is sounds rather fierce and very Dornish.

Late it is indeed, and Iris is still doing duty at the Quill and Tankard. it is one of those evenings when she is not busy furthering her new carreer as an actress, playing a wild pirate wench called 'Claribel' at the Whimsy Theatre in Lord Loryn Tyrell's play. Only few patrons are left at the tavern, and the barmaid is collecting some empty tankards when Madrighal's playing catches her attention and her blue eyes shift to recognize the musician and colleague from the Whimsy. The tones from his lute are enough to distract her from her current task, and she'll come over, leaving the tankards to collect them later, smiling as she leans against the apple tree and listens.

Madrighal looks up, clearly spotting her and plays the composition so far. It's clearly unfinished, but the bones of the melody are very passionate. built into the beat is the pounding of hooves and clear unrequited desire for the rider. he plays the passage he was working on and trails off with a shrug, "I fear it will be awhiole before I might perform it…" he studies her face, "Mistress Iris, might I have a word with you?"

"It's sounds… quite captivating, there is a longing in there," Iris muses, commenting on the fragments of the piece the minstrel has presented to her. A smile curls her lips as she studies him for a moment, then moves to take a seat somewhere close by. "Sure, why not?", the barmaid smiles, tilting her head. Her hair is arranged into an orderly braid, as usual, her attire clean, but clearly commoner's clothes. "About what?" She shoots Maddrighal a curious glance.

Madrighal smiles sadly, "It is inspired by a beautiful and dangerous lady well above my station. Nothing will come of it but music, I think." He gives her a seated bow, "I have been… worrying a bit, about how the Lords treat you. I wanted to be sure you were all right, that no one was being cruel."

"The… lords?" Iris gasps at the question, her blue eyes widening. "Well," she continues after a moment, "if you are referring to Lord Loryn… He is treating me well enough." And her cheeks pinken a tad as she makes that confession. "As for 'Lord Vixenbane'…", she laughs. "He did not get into the situation to treat me in any way, Madrighal. Our relationship is a strictly professional one."

"Why?", she inquires, after a moment. "Why are you asking me this?"

Madrighal nods, looking relieved, "I was not sure. Lord Vixenbane had the look of perhaps… toying with your affections, and I was worried it might be cruel. I am glad they are being gentlemen. I was not sure… I find a number of things confusing in the manners and customs here. This that look like flirtation sometimes are not. I… bought you a thing. In case you might need it, not being sure what Mothers tell there daughters on this side of the March."

"I am wary of the Vixenbane, I assure you. He has a reputation, that's for sure," Iris chuckles. "But Lord Loryn… he is so nice to me! Of course, I am aware, he may have to marry a noble lady someday. But, even if he does, he will never forget his Iris, and the time we spent together. But why by the Seven am I telling you this?" She shakes her head, amused at herself, before she looks up to meet the minstrel's gaze again. "You bought me… what?" Her brows are raised in curiosity. Her smile fading a touch maybe when he mentions mothers and daughters.

Madrighal is blushing rather, "Oh good. I know it isn't my business. It's just sometimes… the Vixenbane looks a bit too enthusiastic on stage." his dark eyes are serious as he slides a packet of tea from his sleeve, "If ought more serious happens, the outcome should be your choice, as it was my Mothers." he is clearly embarrassed and having a hard time choosing his words, "I know we don't really know each other, but so many of the people I have met here were raised with.. less information than they needed." Still blushing, "It's moon tea. Better to have some about than not have it at need."

Her blue eyes widen, when she sees the packet of tea, as Iris already suspects what it is before Madrighal tells her. When he hands it to her she will hesitate but accept it. "Moon tea," she mutters, as if using it has not occured to her thus far. It may be to costly anway, for her to afford it, given her other expenses, in regards to soaps, oils and scents. Keeping her thoughts to herself however, she will rather comment on his remark. "Your mother's choice? Mine didn't have much of a choice really." She coughs and falls silent.

Madrighal is blushing to his ears, "There should be enough for at least a month in there. If you need more, I will… make sure to have it for you. I know Westeroi ladies are not treated as well in these matters and it might be easier for you not to be seen getting it yourself. Think of it as a gift, freely given. You drink a cup after, to make sure…." His dark eyes are ernest as he seearches her face, "My Mother was a sand as well, and chose to have me out of love for my father. Best all children be born of love and choice freely made. Lord Loryn is kind and one can hope he will be dutiful, but I think it is besst a woman look after her self where she may."

"I've heard how it is used, aye," the barmaid replies with a faint smile. "Never used it before, but… It may be a thing to consider." Her gaze drops to the packet of tea before her thoughtfully, when Madrighal continues about his mother. "A Sand?", Iris echoes curiously, looking up. "So she was some nobleman's bastard? And you too? I wish I could say the same about myself. Alas, my mother couldn't really be sure, given her occupation," she admits with a roll of her eyes. "In this I would be more fortunate, I s'ppose." The mention of Loryn's name makes her features soften though and she smiles. "I do feel something for him. Even though I'm aware he's a Tyrell." And again her gaze returns to that packet of tea in her hand, before she stows it away in one of the pockets of her dress with a shrug. "Thank you, Madrighal, for worrying about me. That's really nice of you."

Madrighal's tone is gentle, "Sands are treated like family in Dorne. My Mother's father did well by her as my father did by me. We came to stay at Ghost hill every year before going on to Sunspear. The choice to keep traveling and performing was My Mother's. Women are not as limited in their choices in Dorne." He pats her hand, "There is no shame in her profession or your birth, Iris. Never let anyone treat you as lesser because of those things. I do care about you, though we do not know each other well, and it is good to have someone to watch out for trouble for one. The world can be cruel."

"I'm not treated as being lesser, really, because noone knows. In fact, you are the first I've told, now that I think about it," Iris admits with a slightly astonished chuckle. "Do not tell anyone, okay? I…" She lowers her voice as she leans a bit closer to the Dornishman, glancing about the terrace to find it almost deserted before she continues. "I ran away from the brothel my mother worked at, when I was a child. I am lucky I got where I am today." She smiles, as her blue eyes flicker over Madrighal's appearance. "Dorne… all I know about Dorne is the spicier dishes, and that married men and women of noble birth are allowed to keep paramours. It sounds so foreign, but also exciting, in a way."

Madrighal's lips turn up in a gentle smile, "I hold many such secrets and tell none. I only spoke at all out of care for your well being. The Quill is a safe place to work and it takes strength and will to forge your own path as you have." he shrugs, "We are people, like any other. We just take a kinder approach to love than they do here in the Kingdoms,"

Iris will return the smile, her blue eyes lightening up as his reply. "I am not used to being of other's concern, but I s'ppose it's a good thing." Madrighal's remark about his home country will make her shoot him another curious glance. "Are you planning to stay here in Oldtown, are will you return to Dorne soon? I mean… what made you leave, in the first place? But, oh my, maybe that is none of my business and I should better stop asking you out." She looks at him expectantly though as she leans back on her seat.

Madrighal laughs softly, "I don't mind your questions, but I have no answer to the first one. I can answer the second readily enough. I am interested in music. It is fascinating how a song will change as it travels over time and space. I wanted to meet Westeroi musicians and hear how they play and find out different versions of old favorites. For example, I played a song for Lord Carol on my lizard about a hunt in the red Mountains. He knew the song well, but the green hills were snow covered in his version and not all the notes were the same."

"Oh, that's interesting," Iris replies with a chuckle. "I am sure you know the song about the Bear and the Maiden Fair as well in Dorne. In fact, there was a play staged at the Whimsy, when Lord Garvin still ran the place." She smiles, trying to recall a few occasions when she had seen this particular Tyrell at the Quill. "And oh, as you may have noticed, I sing a little as well." In fact, two numbers in the current play 'Pirates of Pentos' "So I may know this and that song, I'm good at memorizing lyrics."

Madrighal sighs, "I fear the bear and Maiden are rather… well, boring. It's sort of a cliche for Westeroi music. I fear I did not meet Lord Garvin. I arrived when Lord loryn was planning his pirate play. What is your favorate song, Mistress Iris?"

Iris's jaw drops when she hears Madrighal's harsh verdict of the song she mentioned. Her cheeks may pinken as she lowers her gaze, when he asks her about her favourite song. "Well… um… The Bear and the Maiden fair.", she admits, attempting to suppress a giggle.

Madrighal blushes as well, "Oh dear! I did not mean to.. I am sorry, Mistress Iris. Let us sing that together then."

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