|Thespians Strike a Pose|
|Summary:||Emmeline serves drinks to Ser Loryn and his merry troupe and lingers long enough to hear a song.|
|Date:||October 24, 2016|
Terrace - Quill and Tankard, Hightower And Citadel
The Quill and Tankard's terrace occupies the area 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.
It's yet another warm afternoon in Oldtown. A group of performers from the Whimsy had arrived for a late lunch and is now still lingering in the shade of the apple tree. Ale and cider flow freely as the latest gossip is traded. One young actor in very purple tights and a silver doublet is standing, striking a classical pose while he tries to get a dramatic monologue right. Much to the amusement of his friends who are pelting him with little stones and twigs from the ground. Among them is Ser Loryn Tyrell who despite his background seems to fit right in with the boozy lot of mostly commoners.
The deceptively slight little barmaid hefts an enormous tray, bearing tankards for each of the performers from the tavern. Balancing her tray, she bobs in a little curtsy before Ser Loryn first, offering up his tankard. "Another round from the kitchens?" she offers with a shy, but bright smile, hopeful that this time her appearance might please rather than irritate.
Loryn has had time to get used to the new face in the tavern and does offer Emmeline a smile upon her approach. "Thanks, bring them in.", he says, accepting the tankard. "Hey, Mick, have a drink and shut the hell up!", he calls to the man who is still working on his delivery. The youth ventures forward but instead of taking a tankard from Emmeline he bows and strikes another pose to look at her and quite dramatically: "No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her." - is it not true, Missy?"
Mick snaps his fingers at Emmeline. "It makes sense. You just don't get it -" He brightens when he sees the Lady Miranda step out onto the terrace and greets her with a bow. "Mylady, what say you?", he asks and repeats his quote: ""No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her." Loryn chuckles at his companion's eagerness and remains seated where he is, quite expecting his wife to find her own way to him in time.
Emmeline blinks with a little start at the snapping fingers. Her gaze flits to Lady Miranda, and she too seems pleased to see the kind noblewoman. Dipping into a respectful curtsy, the young barmaid approaches to ask what she might care to drink. The barmaid takes the request and returns shortly to deliver it. As Lady Miranda remains occupied with one of the performers, Emmeline lingers to listen a moment before glancing to Loryn. Drifting a bit closer, she pauses to murmur, "These are your troupe members?"
"Some of them.", Loryn confirms, "They're in and out here quite often and once a week I buy them all lunch. It's good for the community spirit…" He introduces the other guys by name who offer Emmeline friendly nods, smiles and once or twice even a "I've seen you around" from tavern regulars. "I'm the best baritone of the Whimsy.", the middle-aged portly man called Fredo explains proudly, "Is there a song you'd like to hear, Miss?" "Don't make your vanity keep the girl from her work.", Loryn admonishes him with a little grin.
Emmeline giggles with impish delight, shaking her head. "S'alright. I'd like to hear." Perhaps she ought not to linger, but she doesn't quite want to break away just yet. The girl seems enchanted to be surrounded by the troupe of mummers. She grins up at Loryn. "These are the ones that work always at the theatre?" She glances to the performers before her. "Or are you like Iris? Working other places too?"
One young man arches a brow at Emmeline and manages an expression of disdain. "An actor always works on his craft.", he points out, "Sometimes though, when no appropriate role for my capabilities is found, I may be resting for a while."
"Never ask an actor about details when he says he's resting.", Loryn murmurs to Emmeline from the corner of his mouth. Of course, as a scion of House Tyrell financial worries are alien to him. Fredo looks upset that attention is being diverted from him and he clears his throat "So, which song is it to be?", he asks pointedly.
Emmeline blinks at the disdain, a touch bewildered. Glancing up at Loryn, she nods and shies away from further questions. After all, she can guess well enough how to interpret 'resting'. As Fredo recommands Emmeline's attention, the girl grins a bt. "Mmmm… Perhaps the one that goes, 'the bullfrog jumped from bank to bank?' That is so best sung with the deepest voice."
Huh. Fredo looks a little surprised as he had apparently expected some other request, but he nods. "Sure, why not.", he agrees and pauses for a moment to close his eyes in deep concentration and inhale deeply. Then he begin to sing the popular song of the adventurous bullfrog giving the tune resonance and meaning. Even a few other patrons of the Quill are drawn to the terrace to listen and there's a good round of applause when Fredo finishes. "Should go round with a hat now.", Loryn teases him with a wink.
Emmeline joins the applause, clapping with impish delight. "What was wonderful!" she says, quite impressed by the depth of his baritone. "Mm. The Quill and Tankard would take a cut of the hat," advises Emmeline, if Loryn's teasing were to be taken as advice.
"Should you not be serving thirsty customers?", Loryn asks Emmeline with a pointed nod towards two men who had come to the terrace door to listen to the song and are now waving their empty tankards accusingly. "The song was a gift freely given to a beautiful young maiden.", Fredo assures Emmeline with a little bow, "I could use another -" "We should return to the Whimsy and continue rehearsals.", Loryn stops that attempt to get more booze in its tracks.
Reminded of her duties, Emmeline bows her head slightly with a hint of meekness. "Yes, ser. Of course." She bobs in another curtsy and casting a smile off towards the other performers, she turns and hurries back into the tavern to catch up on filling empty tankards and hungry bellies.