(124-01-10) Care and Memory
Care and Memory
Summary: Marsei checks in on Micaella and takes Camillo along.
Date: January 10th, 2017
Related: Safe Harbour
Players:
Marsei..Camillo..Micaella..

Golden Maiden Inn — Lower Hightower Street

While the wine here is excellent, no ales nor ciders are served. The Golden Maiden Inn is not a drinking establishment, but a place of lodging for the dignified and the precious — ladies can stay here without risk nor question of their honour. Meals are available at demand, and some visitors come here only for the food.

Warm oakwood walls contain the Common Room of this dignified Inn. Large candelabras have been hoisted up on chains to hang up near the ceiling, lending a warm light to the room and playing up the golden colour of the wood. A large counter, again of golden oak, stands near the entrance. It is there that drinks are poured, and food brought out from the kitchens behind.

The place houses at most twenty people at its round wooden tables. The chairs are cushioned in the same deep merlot coloured fabric as the table-cloths.

There's a wide staircase at the back of the room, guarded by a bored but clean man-at-arms who prevents those who have not taken a bedchamber here from ascending.


Micaella is sitting at a corner table reading a thick read book as people scramble around going on about their daily business. As she reads she's having some light breakfast. She doesn't seem to be completely aware of her surroundings as she's loss in her reading.

Lady Marsei is slightly distracted on the way to the Golden Maiden Inn, where she plans on paying a concerned visit to Micaella. She requested Camillo join her on the short trip, though she tried to make certain it was at a time that it would not take him away from his duties too inconveniently. She explained the young woman's predicament, of course; the reason for her visit. However, her mind seems elsewhere, puzzling silently over something further away, right up until they reach the door of the inn. She blinks, then, as if coming 'to from a daze, easing the hold tight she had around the elegant hooded cloak she wears. "Thank you for coming with me, Camillo," she says quietly, as though it hadn't basically been an order, before they enter.

The warmly lit inn is a welcoming change from the drizzling rain on the street. As she's lowering her hood away from her softly curled red hair, Marsei is quick to spot Micaella. The Flower of Oldtown garners more than a few looks of recognition as she makes her way to the young woman in the corner. "Micaella?" she voices politely, reluctant to interrupt.

Camillo mentions, along the way, that he believes he may have seen the woman in question, but he is not terribly forthcoming with details besides his observation that she seems to have been closely associated with a young Lannister lord. When they arrive, he bobs his head. "Of course, my lady," is his simple but sincere answer.

Camillo mentions, along the way, that he believes he may have seen the woman in question, but he is not terribly forthcoming with details besides his observation that she seems to have been closely associated with a young Lannister lord. When they arrive, he bobs his head. "Of course, my lady," is his simple but sincere answer.

Micaella raises her head from her book, looking around as she recognises her name, searching for the source of the call. She recognises Lady Marsei instantly and she quickly rises to her feet, closing her book without even marking the page. She makes a cordial bow of reverence as scrambles to make the proper salutations. Keeping her head low she says OH, Lady Marsei, to what do I own this pleasure. In her heist she doesnt seems to have noticed Camilo.

The Hightower lady ducks her head modestly at the young woman's scramble to greet her; it only draws more attention from the other guests of the inn. The puzzle that occupied Marsei's mind on the walk over seems to vanish with a word from Micaella, taken up by a rush of empathy and warmth. "I hope the day finds you as well as it can," she voices delicately. "Apologies, I did not wish to make you lose your page. Please— " she smiles, "Sit, if you will." It's hardly a command; her voice is kind and gentle, accompanied by a gesture as though to encourage the woman back to her seat. "I wanted to see how you were."

Camillo takes no apparent exception to not being greeted. He's a step or two behind Marsei, facing a slightly different angle to get a look at which patrons are assembled here, though the place has a good enough reputation that he hardly looks on guard.

Micaella raises her gaze to look at the flower of Oldtown smiling as shes asked to sit. She notices Camilo and nods at him before in an effort to appear as cordial as possible she invites both of her visitors to take a sit Oh, thank you my Lady, Im holding on well, better than I myself expected. Please, please, take a sit; have you had breakfast yet my Lady? She then turns to Camilo as if to reaffirm that the invitation if for both of them.

After Micaella acknowledges Camillo, Marsei explains her quiet shadow with a small nod in his direction. "This is Camillo; he serves the Hightower." And is thus deemed trustworthy. She looks briefly back-and-forth between them before sitting neatly down across from the seat Micaella occupied. "Oh, thank you, but I don't need a thing," she says with a reassuring smile. "You do look well; the Seven continue to shine on you. I hope you know my brother is doing his best to look into the attack."

Camillo nods his mild greeting to Micaella. He sits once the women are seated, though he doesn't respond with any request for breakfast. Of course, Marsei is likely aware that the servants typically eat breakfast together early in the morning.

Micaella takes a sit in front of Lady Marsei and nods as she introduces Camillo but rather than interrupting her she lets her speak. Thank you my Lady, and thanks a lot for your preoccupation. Im sure your brother is doing the best to find the perpetrators of this hideous crime. I never even thought about doubting that. She turns to Camilo and then back to Marsei And Ive had the pleasure to meet this gentleman before. I exchanged a few kind words with him the other day when he was visiting, his Looks up as if trying to remember His cousin.

Micaella takes a sit in front of Lady Marsei and nods as she introduces Camilo but rather than interrupting her she lets her speak. Thank you my Lady, and thanks a lot for your preoccupation. Im sure your brother is doing the best to find the perpetrators of this hideous crime. I never even thought about doubting that. She turns to Camillo and then back to Marsei "And Ive had the pleasure to meet this gentleman before. I exchanged a few kind words with him the other day when he was visiting, his" Looks up as if trying to remember "His cousin". Repost

The fact that Micaella and Camillo have encountered one another before is met with a smile from Marsei — confirmation of what she already knew — but the explanation that follows prompts her to tilt her head at the servant. Cousin? Her curiosity is kept to a minimum — at least visibly — as she pipes up, "That reminds me! I meant to ask if you have any friends in the city," she tells Micaella, concerned. "Anyone to look out for you?"

"In the kitchens, my lady," Camillo supplies quietly, to place this cousin for her. While he could name a friend or two of Micaella's, he remains mum.

Micaella nods and is visibly thankfull for Lady's Marsei curiosity "Well, I've certainly met quite a few, hopefully well meaning people, who are helping me My Lady. Lord Loryn is one of them and so is Lord Tyvosh Lannister. Other than that just a few merchants I've been talking to. And of course I consider you as a dear friend although I don't know if the feeling is mutual" she says directed at the redhead noble.

Marsei gives Camillo a small nod, enlightened; to Micaella, her response is the warmest of smiles. "I can say earnestly that Ser Loryn has the best of intentions, but I do not know Lord Tyvosh. I hope his offer of friendship is as pure," she says. If it was a warning against the impure intentions of strange noblemen, well— it doesn't mar the kindness of her voice. "Are you lacking for anything here at the inn? Surely you must have left much behind in your caravan." Thought of Micaella's plight brings a tiny, thoughtful frown to the lady's face.

Camillo sits solemnly, no approval for Lord Tyvosh in his expression. "This is, at least," he ventures to say, "An inn of quality where a young woman can expect to feel safe."

Micaella rolls her eyes to a side thinking as she ponders both Camillos expressions and the Ladys words "Thank you for your concern my Lady, thankfully Lord Tyvosh has only shown kindness to me so far. He's the reason why I'm able to stay in this lodgings and not forced to sleep in the streets. I'm really thankful for your interest but I dont wanna trouble you with my problems. Ive manage to get some of what I needed a few dresses and food is quite good here." She turns to Camillo "And I shall agree. this does seems like a very respectable establishment"

The involvement of the unknown lord heightens Marsei's concern instead, but she's quick enough to smile all over again. "Yes," she agrees with confidence, "It is the loveliest and safest inn in all of Oldtown." It is said with a hint of good-natured pride as well, for it exists in her familial city. "And with very fine food indeed. Compliments to the kitchens," she says with a quick smile to Camillo. "Even so…" She leans ever-so-slightly toward Micaella without quite marring her posture. "You bring me no trouble. I feel as though I have not done enough. Have you…" She hesitates. "Have you remembered any more details about the horrible ordeal? Perhaps… if there were some small thing to pass along to the men looking…" Perhaps out of her element with this line of thought, the lady looks to Camillo.

Camillo doesn't show very clearly what he's thinking while the two women converse. He nods at Marsei's kind words. But when she looks his way, he bobs his head more deeply. "I should be happy to communicate any details that could help in the search. Any insignias or special features of the appearance of anyone involved…"

Micaella shakes her head from side to side as she tries to block the memories from her mind "I'm sorry my Lady but I've been trying lately not to focus on those events, they bring me a lot of grief and that's something I'm just not quite ready to deal with." She lets out a long sorrowful sigh before she keeps talking, her eyes looking empty now "But all I can remember is blurry, I remember shades, and blurs of men fighting, killing and dying. I, I don't even remember the run to the city walls, it is all gone from my memory." her breath becomes heavier "I wish I could be of more help, I really do, but… I just…" Another long sigh "Anyway my Lady, you're the one visiting me and I've been most impolite. How have you been since we last met?"

Marsei is immediately apologetic, her delicate features taking on a wound expression for having made Micaella go through the awful memories once again. "I'm sorry," she expresses, reaching across the table, intending to clamp a conciliatory hand over the other woman's. "I should not have encouraged you to remember such a thing. It is in the hands of the Seven now, may They guide the men who seek justice." She pauses, to let that settle, and smiles, beaming, once again, though concern is never far away in her gaze. "I have been well; it is kind of you to ask. One friend is having a baby, and another is getting married," she answers. "New blessings all around. Of course, that is always the way." So it is, when one's friends consist of noble ladies constantly being married off and giving rise to more lords and ladies.

Camillo is quiet in the face of the woman's reluctance, though perhaps he looks a bit doubtful at the idea that completely unidentified brigands are likely to be apprehended.

Micaella looks at lady Marsei's hand shaking her head then looks back up and smiles trying to hide any sign of emotional damage behind that smile "Is no problem my Lady, and I'm truly thankful for your interest" Her eyes brighten and shine a bit as her train of thought leads her in another direction "And yes! I heard! Lord Loryn was throwing a party with his wife last night celebrating Lady Miranda, I think is the name, has been blessed by the mother!"

Bringing her hand back to fold in her lap with the other, Marsei laughs softly. "I am surprised he has not shouted the news from atop of Garden Isle by now," she says, a fond jest toward her Tyrell cousin. "I expect that was only the start of the celebrations. The blessing could not happen to a more suited couple." She pauses. "I should not stay," she says regretfully, glancing to Camillo. "We ought to get back to the Hightower."

Camillo nods his understanding, getting to his feet. "Ser Loryn is very lucky," he says. "Perhaps Lady Miranda, too, could be a good friend for a nice young woman to cultivate," he suggests gently. "She is a kind woman."

Micaella nods and stands waiting to say goodbye to the lady and her friend "Thanks a lot for your visit my Lady. You honour me. I hope to see you some time soon and maybe discuss about the town and faith or any other topic of your interest" she then turns to Camillo "And any friend of lady Marsei will always be welcome with warm food and good wine. And I certainly hope yo get an opportunity to meet Lady Miranda properly"

"Perhaps we will meet at the sept," Marsei suggests as much as agrees, beaming as she rises, smoothing her gown. "I will keep you and yours in my prayers." She offers one last smile to the young woman before turning to depart with Camillo.

Camillo moves ahead of Marsei for the door so that he can open it for her. And be sure no one troublesome is along their trajectory.

Micaella as the pair leaves she quickly sits back breathing a bit easily as the nervousness of dealing with a noble fades away. She turns to her book and tries to find the page she was reading.

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