Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.Beneath Scented Boughs
Twenty Fourth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Beginning a correspondence with the lady would not be overly difficult given her current view of Buttercup. Doing so in a way that would not burn your bridges with Lord Ashford proves more complicated. After subtly questioning Lady Adara to discover which of the powers and principalities of Westeros and beyond she is most sympathetic to, you settle upon explaining that you 'do certain favors' for the conclave of Maesters and that they are concerned about growing fey influence. Would it be too much trouble for the lady to keep an eye and an ear out for such matters and deliver letters of that nature to certain hiding places in town?
The answer is thankfully no, though paired with a curiosity about who would be collecting said messages and if you would be reading them personally. You try not to think too much about her obvious disappointment when you answer no. Lya will doubtless find this as entertaining as Dany does, and the less said about what would happen when Glyra learns of how you had recruited your newest agent the better.
Still, with the matter settled and the feast soon concluded, you head out into the keep's walled gardens. A rarity among Westerosi keeps outside Highgarden, Ashford's garden had been a goodswood once, you suspect, from the layout of the weather-worn stones. Weirwoods and their pine sentinels had long since given way to peach, apple and fireplum all in flower, reaching their fragrant boughs over rose bushes, mock orange, and night blooming lily. Here fey spirits and mortal lords and ladies drift among the hedges speaking softly, faint laughter echoing around the corner.
This is an echo of the world the Court of Stars wishes to build, you realize, though only one side. Not the smallfolk bound to the land to the ends of their days, to be freed only at the whim of some lord or lady rather than their own efforts, not the merchants looked at with suspicion as agents of change and foreign powers.
With Ser Richard at your side, you suspect as much to avoid the curious attentions of gossamer-garbed fey as to protect you, you set off in search of Ser Dregaire.
Although the knight did not seek you out, it is clear from the way his deep brown eyes light up at the sight of Ser Richard that he too is curious about the knight who had won the melee and the joust one after another, overcoming even some of his own kin with sword and lance in hand.
"Fair evening to you, bold Ser Geralt, most puissant Buttercup," he greets you with a nod of his antlered head. "What brings you into my company when so many others seek you out?"
"I have always found it wiser, Ser, to seek out my own company rather than having it chosen for me," you answer smoothly.
"A strange habit for a bard whose craft is best fulfilled by drawing many to heed word and song," the fey knight replies, though he motions to the bench opposite to him freely.
"There is difference, I have found, between one's audience and those one counts near enough to call 'company'." You pause, lowering your tone just enough to mark a significant conversation without making an attempt at true secrecy. Too many eyes and ears about, and no small number skilled in sorcery, to do that here and to be seen casting those veils would raise more questions than what you wish to say in any case. "I have found myself well pleased with my audience here at Ashford, but now I would seek out intriguing company..."
It is only after the words had passed your lips that you realize they might be seen as flirtatious in a certain light. Hopefully they would not be... once was enough tonight.
"Oh, pray tell, fair bard, what do you know of the company of fey?" the knight prompts intrigued.
"More than most. I have in my employ several fey, though they would for one reason or another make poor envoys with the spirits of Ashford forest and the Reach. Some are too secretive, others less, and few are respectable my most standards..."
"Gremlins?"Ser Dregaire interrupts and gives a knowing laugh when you nod, surprised. "You had the look about you, skilled though you are in showing the face you prefer to the world. I've lived beside gremlins long enough to recognize those blessed and cursed with their company."
Well isn't that an odd tangle. Most gremlins are darkfey, of the shadow courts, or the wyldfae who answer to no court or lord. Who does the fey knight pledge to that he would know them that well. "I could use more local contacts such as you, Ser."
"'Contacts'...the word is a slippery as a fresh-caught trout," the knight replies carefully. "Just what are you asking and what are you offering good... singer?"
What do you reply?
[] Try to hire him outright, you have the full resources of a realm as your disposal, and a treasure trove of magic bound among the folds of your cloak
-[] Write in offer
[] Try to question him about the shape of fey politics locally particularly with regard to the ritual land bindings
-[] Write in offer
[] Write in
OOC: Some more context of what this place actually looks like, with all the action and revelations recently I feel like we've had very little description going on. Not yet edited.
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