(122-03-09) Jade Sea to Maidenday Gardens
Jade Sea to Maidenday Gardens
Summary: A newcomer to Oldtown and a lady of the city's ruling house meet. One is studious and one is following a bird.
Date: 09/03/2015
Related: None

Maidenday Gardens Starry Street
Mon Mar 09, 122 ((Mon Mar 09 13:44:07 2015))
It is a summer day. The weather is hot and overcast.

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.

Siyu is resting under the shade of a tree. A jug of wine is next to him, and several second hand books. He has one open and is reading. A small bag nearby. He is…shockingly foreign. His odd skin tone, his round face, almond eyes and mismatched colors. Full lips, pretty face, long flowing back hair. An oddity, a foreigner and a pretty boy. He casually flicks a page and has a sip of wine. The native of Yi Ti so far just casually reading.

After praying at the Starry Sept, Lady Marsei spent some time walking in the Maidenday Gardens she so loves, reflecting. She'd been easily glimpsed by other visitors on her pleasant but aimless stroll, a flash of rich pink fabrics and coppery hair between the flowers and trees; she's solitary today, although men wearing the Hightower cloaks are not far off outside the confines of the gardens. However, the sweet-featured lady has been been absent from the walking paths for the past several moments — only to emerge between delicately flowering bushes near the young man under the tree, seeming to be gingerly looking for something low on the ground amidst the gardens. Siyu surprises her, and she gasps quietly, as if he were the one to appear suddenly and not the other way around.

Siyu has his pack laid open upon the ground. There are several interesting pieces of ore, each one carefully marked. A piece of fine chalk, and a pure, shaped quartz crystal. Perfect and without flaws. He looks up from his book when he hears the gasp, "Oh? Hello?" he calls out. His accent is strange. As if filtered through many languages before settling upon Common. "Oh hello, another fine day is it not." he says politely. He is dressed in fine flax clothing. Clean linen, but unadorned.

"Oh!" The redheaded Hightower is startled all over again, though it's a soft and delicate thing; a noblewoman perhaps not accustomed to unexpected encounters — particularly with those who aren't Westerosi nobility, or employed by them. Or to wandering off paths. She's incredibly quick to smile, however, her expression shining warmly down on the fellow. Her eyes are as equally bright. "It is a wonderful day, the Seven have blessed us," she agrees merrily as can be. "Apologies, I did not mean to interrupt." She can't seem to help but study his belongings as well as the young man himself — but she's still half caught up in whatever task brought her this way, scanning over the area around the tree. The grounds are neatly groomed and clean, but she holds the hem of her flowing gown up ever-so-slightly as she steps. "I— this is going to sound terribly silly. There was a bird…"

Siyu is a young man, 16 prehaps, very pretty, and obviously exotic. His mismatched eyes glance up, and he tilts his head, taking in your clothing. That's a good cut of dress. He wonders if he should be careful. So he just remains sitting, and doen't stand, or make any sort of threatening moves. The book he is reading is one on geology. Some tome from a Maesters library that was too worn. "The seven, oh yes, that is the religion of the Andals isn't it? It supplanted the other religions in Westros after the invasion." he smiles, "I remember that from my histories. he cocks his head. "A bird? What sort of bird. I know there is a nest of some kind in the tree next to mine. But I have seen many birds sitting here."

Marsei leans slightly to peek around the tree; it does no real good, for she seems too wary — or too polite, the line is thin — to get closer to Siyu. Distracted from her odd little bird search by his words on the Seven, she stares at him faintly stunned, eyes fluttering, but smiles all the more, in the end. "It crossed my path earlier; a dove, I think. It was hopping so strangely I thought it might be hurt." And the noblelady took it upon herself to find it. Child-like, perhaps, but well-intended. "Perhaps it's come back to its nest," she says optimistically, then adds, curiously, "But you— are you far from home?" There's a hint of apology in her tone, as if she's worried that it's rude to ask.

Siyu remains sitting, "A dove..I do not know. I have not seen one flutter by…" he politely inclines his head, bowing, "I am Gang Xi Siyu, Siyu is fine of course. I am, quite far from home. My home is Yi Ti. Past the Jade Gates, cradling along the Jade Sea." he says politely, and lifts his wine to take a sip of it. He marks the book, and closes it. Setting it upon the stack of other books. A history of Casterly Rock. Geology and finally the Mines of Westeros. He leans back against the tree. "So yes, very far from home."

A certain naivete glints in Marsei's sea-and-sand coloured eyes, brought out all the more by the innocent awe she seems to experience over Siyu's homeland. "I do not recall such a faraway place from my history books," she admits before remembering her own manners. "Lady Marsei Hightower," she returns. "Well met, Gang Xi Siyu of Yi Ti." She takes care to pronounce the unfamiliar words correctly. "Would it be too intrusive to ask what has brought you here to Westeros, to Oldtown?"

Siyu lets out a small nervous chuckle, right, his worries were confirmed, "Hightower, that is the ruling House and Family of Oldtown." he inclines his head again, "It is far. Past the free cities. Past the doom of Valyria. Past the slavers of he harpy, and finally past the Gates of Jade. To the rich fertile lands of Yi Ti." he mms. He looks down and he taps the books "Why knowledge of course. I have learned much from the scholars of Yi Ti. I learned what I could in the Free Cities, and from there, well Westros. To learn the unique knowledge of the Seven Kingdoms." he bows his head again.

Marsei's acknowledging smile further confirms Siyu's worries, but it's a warm, welcoming smile, meant to reassure. She listens with keen interest, wistful— this young man has seen people and places she can scarcely dream of, after all. "Are you a scholar yourself then, like our maesters?"

Siyu nods, "I am. Somewhat limited. I am a merchant, a trader. I worked for the Iron Bank, but I have a nack for the earth. For mines, minerals, rocks…I am a student of what comes out from the depths, and how to exploit those resources. So prehaps I am not a broad scholar but a scholar none the less…" he smiles once more. He stands. Slowly, and gives a stretch. He is pleasently muscled, wide hips, rather shockingly so, long hair and…exactly your height. 5 foot 4. The exotic looking teen offers another bow. "But I suppose I am a travler, a trader, a seeker of knowledge. That might best describe me."

"That is an interesting life to lead, Siyu," Marsei commends. She looks down at the ores he has laid out, realizing their meaning now that he's explained. "I do envy your knowledge. I have not even seen all of the Seven Kingdoms. "Perhaps if— " A gentle rustling in the bushes turns her head about, drawing attention to the small bird that peeks its head out of the tiny leaves and buds. The noblewoman tosses her hands up in girlish victory, taking ginger steps closer and crouching down without a thought in attempt to somehow rescue the little creature.

Siyu nods "I…" he pauses at the sudden girlish victory. He peers a little and looks at the bird. Is it a Dove? He doesn't know, but it doesn't quite look dangerous. He simply waits and sees what the noblewoman is going to do. Not wanting to make any sort of threatning moves.

Marsei carefully plucks the bird from its spot, cupping it in both hands. It is indeed a dove, elegant and pale with lovely iridescent feathers and small, inky, suspicious eyes. It puts up a small fuss but settles quickly. "I don't think it is too injured, but if it were well, it would fly away," she says, cradling the creature gingerly as she twists to look up at Siyu, though she doesn't move from her crouch, the layers of her finely made gown pooling around her. "Perhaps I will bring it to a rookery, to be cared for by the maesters," she suggests, mostly to herself, looking thoughtful after the fact. "Have you visited the Citadel?"

Siyu considers, Doves are actually rather good roasted. But he doesn't mention that, would likely upset the noble lady. He looks at the pale dove and nods slowly. "Where the Ravens are kept? No I cannot say I have. I have been meaning to see if they allow access to their libraries, and prehaps will allow foreign scholars a chance to peek in. I just have not gotten around to it."

Siyu says, "I have only been here two days."

"They can be … protective of their knowledge," Marsei replies, and though her words certainly have the tone of being learned from experience, they are not spoken with ill will toward the Citadel, only faintly regretful. She strokes the injured dove gently, blissfully unaware that it could be somebody's dinner. "If you do not get into the Citadel, please, do inquire at the Hightower," she offers beamingly, "Our library is not so impressive as the Citadel, of course, but it is quite full— and the Hightower itself is the tallest thing in all the Seven Kingdoms!"

Siyu nods his head, "I imagine that is why it is called Hightower." he says with a warm smile, his plush lips pulled up. He squats down, and picks up his mineral samples and his books, "So you shall take your new friend to the dovecoats…and talk with the maesters. I shall…perhaps call upon the Citadel, ahem…" he stands back up, looking unsure as if he's going to do any such thing. "But it was pleasant to meet you my lady." he bows politely.

Marsei stands carefully, ever vigilant of the poor bird in her arms as well as her poise. She gives a rather unsure look in the direction of the Citadel, herself, before smiling once again to Siyu. "And you as well." On the verge of giving him a further blessing, she hesitates just briefly before carrying on brightly, "I wish you the best of luck!"

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