A Surfeit of Charm
Twenty Fourth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
You had expected to struggle to charm Adara Ashford whilst playing the wandering bard with no name or kin. However you find yourself faced with the opposite problem. After a few cups of wine and a few songs the lady is
very charmed indeed if coy looks and flirtatious compliments are to be believed. Thankfully Lord Ashford seems to take his mother's interest in Buttercup in good cheer, though that may have something to do with Dany still playing your young pupil doing a poor job hiding her amusement at the sight. Ser Richard, ever loyal, manages to keep an expression as solemn as he had meeting the Sealord for the first time or Syrax in the ruins of Lyceos, though you know the knight well enough to expect a jest or two in private in the days to come.
At least you get your questions answered in good time, even the ones the lady would have otherwise perhaps avoid recounting at a feast: "They have no shame at all, you know," she tsks, taking a fortifying gulp of wine. "I suppose it makes sense seeing as they live in the woods with the beasts, but that doesn't mean decent folk should encourage them doing things
their way. They are pretty enough I suppose, the ones that look like people at least, but that's no reason to..." had your hearing been less keen you probably wouldn't have caught the words 'rut like beasts'.
You gather that it had fallen to some rather
earthy fey to forge the pact with Lord Ashford, dryads perhaps or some kin of theirs. Whether that came down to the young lord's own proclivities or the nature of the Green Wardens you cannot say for certain. Still, given the plans for Margaery to wed the slumbering king you suspect there must be some level of ritual significance to the act of joining mortal man and fey spirit in so intimate an embrace. You also learn where in the woods near Ashford the ritual had been enacted. The
Mother's Glade... Does it have something to do with the Earth Mother's worship in times long past, you wonder and make a note to ask young Denys Mallory if the One he serves has any insights into the matter.
As to Lady Ashford herself, once you had persuaded her that Buttercup is only as much of a friend to the fey as any other he might meet upon the road in good cheer and your companions pledged no loyalty to the Court of Stars, she seems much more at ease with how attentive her son is to Rina. Truth be told you doubt anything will come of it, the young lord is drawn by mystery and magic, not any deeper yearning, and Rina you suspect is enjoying the moment, fleeting as it, is for its kinship with her own youthful dreams.
"A pity your Ser Geralt has no interest in taking oaths to a lord," the lady interrupts your musings. "Whatever ballads might tell the world needs knights rooted to lands and subjects more than wanderers without a home. Are you certain..."
"I have known Ser Geralt through good times and ill, for years now. I can say with confidence that it is not yet time for him to make roots," you lie smoothly.
She sighs. "Then I suppose it is time to say goodbye to all of you. I confess I shall miss your songs also, good bard."
You glance down the table.
Dany had heard that one too, of course she had. Still, if you are ever going to recruit the lady to keep an eye on rumors of fey workings now would be the time. She would certainly be open to correspondence.
Do you try to recruit Lady Ashford to keep an eye on the agents of the Court of Stars?
[] Yes, more eyes would always be useful
[] No, better not to risk so easily noticed a connection
OOC: Hopefully this strikes a good balance between the lighthearted tone of the arc and underlying concerns. The social rolls were certainly entertaining to me.