(514-06-20) Flustered Flirting
Summary: A trio of ladies enter the apothecary's shop, soon joined by Caerdin… and the flirting begins between two!
Date: June 20, 514
Related: None
caerdin maerwynn morag aldreda heulwen 


Late morning, the time edging towards lunch when many of the food stalls out within the market might be attempting to earn a few extra coins with cooking their wares so patrons might smell it and get hungry! The door to the apothecary is open, letting both the sounds and smells from outside within, along with the sunlight they are blessed with on that day. Maerwynn is currently going through her inventory, making notes within a book with a quill dipped into ink. Humming to herself, she seems perfectly content for the moment.

"I promise you, we'll find just the thing for those headaches." Morag is walking in with an air of familiarity and confidence, her free arm twined around one of Heulwen's while her other has an empty basket in the crook. Who's headaches is she talking about? It's not clear. "I've a few things to pick up as it is, but we'll find just the right thing." There's a faint smile, and she adds in a lower murmur, "He got your message. I thought you'd want to know."

Heulwen is quiet at Morag's side, arm leisurely clasped with her companion's, as they maneuver out of the warm late-morning sun into the apothecary - dim and cool by contrast. The opening of the door brings with it a gust of wind that carries the scent of heated dirt mingled with fresh cut flowers and some kind of davory food. "If you're thinking lavendar, I'm afraid it doesn't do much, although for sleep it seems useful enough," she replies to Morag, frowning in thought. "But I've little other knowledge of herblore, so I leave it up to you." Her response to the murmured words, however, is a very maidenly blush; her free hand reaches up to touch the pink flower tucked behind her ear. "That was very kind of you to convey it, Morag. You could very well have done something far worse with the knowledge."

As the sounds of people grow louder, to the point of stepping within her shop, Maerwynn finishes jotting down one note, then turns to the two ladies who have entered. With a smile, she steps forwards, her gaze to take both in, but it is Morag that earns a warmer smile upon recognizing the other healer, "Good day to you both, miladies. How may I help you?" The question is asked, and if she overheard anything more the two might have said to one another, ti doesn't show upon her face.

"Nonesense. I love him, and I like you." Morag assures firmly. "It would be quite against my nature to knowingly cause either one of you pain." The topic is left for now, in the face of the apothecary's owner, to which Morag offers a bright smile. "Merry meet, Maerwynn! I think to start, I need something for headaches and I was hoping you might have some willow bark for tea?" To Wen, "Lavender can soothe, it's true, but it doesn't actually do anything within the body to alleviate the pain."

With her arm free at last, Heulwen is at liberty to roam the small shop, and that she does. She casts a glance over her shoulder to Morag, smiling gently at her words, but says nothing in reply, at least not right away. "Good day, Mistress," she chimes in greeting, stooping to study an array of what look like lumps of discolored salt. She pokes one with a finger experimentally, forehead scrunched, and inquires of nobody in particular: "What are these?"

It's rare that one of the younger Laverstocks finds herself free and able to visit Sarum without someone tagging along. Even if it is her sister (and best friend), Aldreda does find she likes those times to herself. With a lighter, summer cloak about her shoulders, she steps through into the apothecary with a light step. Her hair is braided in a plait down her back, though the humidity has made the fussy locks puff up somewhat; shorter strands come free to make a halo about her features. She holds a basket before her and the warm smells that eminate from within are indicative of the nearby bakery; her first stop. Dark eyes are bright, alert, and skim the shop as she steps into the darkened interior. There is recognition upon seeing Heulwen, lips curving into a pleased smile. "Lady Heulwen! How lovely to see you today."

"Headaches, you say? How bad of one?" Maerwynn questions, nodding to the question, "I do have some of that, though I have found that drinking a warm camomile tea and then having them lie down on rosemary and lavender-scented pillows to be quite effective as well? Depending on the sort of headache it is, of course." Turning, she moves towards a row of shelves and a few bottles that sit upon them, "Right.. here.." A jar is taken down, one with bits of tree root within, though she turns towards the lady as she hears the question, "That.. would be salts from the urine of a doe.." Don't ask what it's for.

"Lavender apparently hasn't been working." Morag replies to Maerwynn. "I thought it might require a bit more of a heavy hand at this point." She considers. "Are you selling by the piece, or the weight of the bark shavings? I'll need about four fingerfuls." The tip of her tongue sticks out of the corner of her mouth as she considers the rest of her needs. And then she sees Aldreda, and offers the young noble a brief dip of a curtsy. "My lady." she offers politely.

The salt of doe urine? Heulwen's lips contort into an expression of disgust, and she straightens quickly. Wiping her fingers surreptitiously in her skirts, she turns about the view some dangling bundles of herbs when her attention is drawn by Aldreda. The cheerful greeting takes the Dinton girl aback a bit, but she reaches out her hands in an expression of warm welcome despite. "Lady Aldreda, my but it seems as if all of my favorites are out and about today! How are you doing, darling? Have you met dear Morag? She is by far my biggest treasure trove of knowledge, and she is the kindest woman too. Morag de Burcombe, this is Lady Aldreda de Laverstock. What are you shopping for today, Aldie?"

Maerwynn is sure to greet the newest arrival to the shop, "A good day to you, milady." To Morag, she ahs softly, "Then, yes, the willow bark tea should do the trick." Settling the jar upon the table, she considers, "I can do it either way you wish? If all you need is enough for the single brew, then we can shave it off for you and measure it out? If you would rather the extra…" Leaving it up to the other healer to decide which case she wishes. An eye is kept on both Heu and Aldie, though most attention given to Morag.

There is a nod for Morag and a glimmer of recognition, but Aldreda has little more than that. No name comes to mind immediately. She does, however, move towards Heulwen at the Dinton's returned greeting. There is a pleased expression upon her features in answer. She's someone's favorite! Who cannot be happy with such? "I am well and-" there is a look to Morag again, head tilting once more. "I had not been introduced properly. I recall her providing escort to the avatars at Beltaine, but I was never given her name. A pleasure, Morag." The last question is initially answered with a slight flush, but not too greatly, no. "Some cramp bark, I fear. I'm finding myself dealing with quite the fit this season. It is not glamorous, but- we cannot be all of the time, can we?"

"It's for Lady Heulwen to take home." observes Morag. "So perhaps just enough for one or two brews, to see if she finds it effective, and more can be acquired if necessary?" She looks for a moment like she wants to ask for something else, but cosidering those present, thinks the better of it. "I know where to find what else I need, Mistress Maerwynn, I think." Turning her gaze back to the other two ladies, she smiles warmly. "Wen's too kind. Merry meet, Lady Aldreda. I do recall you and your sister at Beltaine. I'm so glad you had a lovely time."

Failed.
Caerdin checked his recognize of 3, he rolled 8.

"Enough for two brews, please, Mistress," Heulwen pipes in, clasping one of Aldreda's hands in her own and all but dragging the lady toward the front counter. "I think I shall just give it a try, and if it works I will be back for more." Her lower lip protrudes in a mock-pout, playful yet sympathetic. "Alas, we cannot, although that isn't for lack of effort. Tell me how it works for you, Aldie, and I may just stock our larder with that myself. Or perhaps Lysie already has something for it… You know, I haven't thought to ask. Huh." Wen leans sideways and props an elbow on the counter, taking up a bit of a slouchy, lazy-girl pose while she looks between Morag and Aldreda. "I kept the flower you gave me, Aldie, but its presence at home was scandalous, so I pressed it and gifted it to someone."

"Then, that is what we can do.." Maerwynn reaches for a small grater, a clean cloth square, and proceeds to grate some of the willow bark onto the cloth. Once she has enough for a couple of brews, the grater is tapped upon the table to dust what shavings might be clinging to it, before it's tied up with a bit of twine. "It'll be.." A price is named as the small cloth 'bag' is handed over to the other healer, though she nods, "If there's anything more, you need only ask if I can help?" The conversation between the two ladies is given half an ear, though she doesn't seem to pry into such things too much.

Maybe it's a rare sight for someone like Caerdin to show his face in a little shop like this, or maybe it's not. Whatever the case may be he was here now as it was one of several little stops he planned on making during his time relatively short time in Sarum. A glance around the room and he spots several people present already. Not wanting to interrupt whatever conversation may be going on at present, he begins perusing the shelves to allow the others to finish whatever business they may have. He might not be an expert on anything inside this place, but at least the place smelled relatively nice. It had that going for it.

Critical Success!
Heulwen checked her awareness of 5, she rolled 5.
Success
Aldreda checked her awareness of 15, she rolled 12.
Failed.
Aldreda checked her recognize of 3, she rolled 5.

"I am glad that you would remember Abigail and I, in the midst of so many!" As if she and her sister hadn't received blessings directly from the May Queen. Dragged in along with Heulwen, there is no protest from the Laverstock girl. Aldreda simply allows herself to go along, still smiling a measure. It's not the smile of someone without much going on, but that of a girl truly pleased to have run into friends; happily brought into the fray. "I've found cramp bark to work for me, though it does not do so well for all. You should try it, if you have not!" She does not lean on the counter; her free hand must continue to hold her basket. When Heulwen speaks of the flower, her features do falter. Almost sad, perhaps. It doesn't linger for long, no. "A shame, that. It was given in hopes to bring fertility to your family and lands- not just in such a way as one might think. Crops and livestock must be fertile as well." And though Caerdin may be attempting to remain out of the way, the young lady does twist to take a look. If she recognizes him, well, she makes no sign of it.

Failed.
Morag checked her awareness of 10, she rolled 11.
Failed.
You check your recognize at 7, you rolled 17.

"Did it truly cause such a fuss?" Morag can't help but be interested in this. She seems to have missed Caerdin's entrance completely, caught up as she was in acquiring Heulwen's willow bark and checking out all the other herbs for sale, as well as her conversation with Aldreda. Though when the latter turns, Morag blinks in surprise.

Maerwynn looks to Aldie, once she's finished gathering what Morag needs for Heu, asking her quietly, "Did you have need of the root as well, or…?" Making sure not to miss out on a sale is the merchant healer! Of course, as yet another enters the shop, she will offer him a greeting, "Good day to you, milord." At least,polite to all who enter, and likely guessing lord by his clothing.

Caerdin manages to look over a few more jars of… things and stuff, trying his absolute best not to pick up any of the conversation. He is in the middle of squinting at a jar of some leaves when he hears someone address a 'milord'. Turning, he flashes a smile at Maerwynn and gestures to the ladies present. "Please, I am perfectly fine waiting until the ladies have finished their business with you. I will try to remain out of the way and quiet as to not disturb anyone."

Caerdin manages to look over a few more jars of… things and stuff, trying his absolute best not to pick up any of the conversation. He is in the middle of squinting at a jar of some leaves when he hears someone address a 'milord'. Turning, he flashes a smile at Maerwynn and gestures to the ladies present. "Please, I am perfectly fine waiting until the ladies have finished their business with you. I will try to remain out of the way and quiet as to not disturb anyone." Then Heulwen's melodic voice is ringing through the room and he can't help but turn towards her and smile as well, "Cousin Heulwen! I am pleased to see you doing well. Please, see to your business and then perhaps we can speak a little later."

When Maerwynn makes her inquiry, Aldreda's dark eyes shift to the healer. There's a small smile. "Yes, please. I found we've run out of cramp bark and I would be quite remiss if I left my sister without." Or herself, once her next cycle is in place. Oh, poor Caerdin! To have to potentially hear such glimpses into life as a lady. At Heulwen's explanation, she looks a touch disappointed. "Either way, it is a shame. You were learning of the culture of those under the Earl's banner, just as Dinton. I would like to think such would be encouraged. A Lady ought to have knowledge of neighbors and potential allies." At least in the Laverstock's head. When Caerdin is issued his greeting, the pieces seem to fall into place. Her lips part, a silent 'ah-ha' issued. She looks to Maerwynn, then back to the Broughton. "I do not believe we will be much longer, so your wait should not be overlong."

"Oh, hello Sir Caerdin." He's favored with a smile from Morag. "You might not remember me, I was with my sister Sir Catryn back in Carlion during the wedding?" Her smile falters. "I bore some unfortunate news." But aside from that, "What is it you're here for? Or am I treading to much in your business?" There's a passing glance on the coin, and for a moment she hesitates. Apparently she'll let Heulwen take responsibility for that purchase, even as she goes to look at some of the glassware she might need for her medical hut back at the manor.

Maerwynn does glance between Morag and Heu when the lady offers the coin in payment before finally reaching for it to pocket. "Thank you. Please, let me know if it helps.. I can provide you with more of the bark if so while you're in Sarum." That comment given to the lady before addressing the next in line, so to speak. Aldie earns a warm smile, "Let me get it for you." The jar of willow is soon placed back on it's shelf, and another jar is taken down. From within, a dried plant is taken, and the thin roots broken off to be placed upon another small clean cloth square. Like before, it's bundled and tied with twine, a price named as she hands it to Aldie. During this time, she gives a nod to Caerdin, and shall wait to address the lord once done with the ladies gathered in her shop.

"They will not be much longer. I, however, am finished," Heulwen announces, stepping away from the counter to allow room for others to conduct their business. She clasps her hands behind her back and sways back and forth on her heels, gracing Caerdin with her warmest smile yet. "And do not mind Morag; she has the sharpest mind of any healer I have met, and I think it's second nature for her to inquire after one's health. Is it not, Morag dear? I am just as curious as she, naturally, but if my cousin does not care for prying ladies…" With a toss of her head, she laughs off the thought and reaches out with the toe of one boot to nudge the Broughton in the shin. "In all earnestness, I do hope you are well."

Success
Morag checked her modest of 7, she rolled 5.

Not knowing anything about cramp bark, Caerdin has no idea what Aldreda might be referring to. He's no healer. Get your arm chopped off and he'll be one of the first to help try and staunch the bleeding but anything more than that and he was out of his depth. Morag's words grab his attention and he glances over at her and offers a nod. "Ah yes, I remember. It is good to see you again, please convey my well wishes to your sister, Sir Catryn. I hope she is well. As to my business? I have nothing to hide, rather I am here to about something to help ease some pain." He almost says more but Heulwen is talking and kicking him in the shin and just demanding some attention and so he turns towards her.

"I do not mind her, cousin. If she can provide sound advice than I shall listen, especially if she is a gifted leader. And cousin, there is one thing that you are mistaken about. Ladies do not pry, they inquire. I would never offer such offense as to say a lady was prying." He grins.

Once her purchase has been selected — from a shelf she'd never hope to reach — and bundled, Aldreda locates a small pouch in her basket and draws forth coin enough to pay. Only once she has set the coin upon the counter does she take the be-twined bundle and tuck it into the basket. "Thank you, Mistress," she offers, lightly, to Maerwynn. She, too, steps away to vacate the counter once the transaction is complete. There is a look of curiousity between Heulwen and Caerdin, but the young woman is rather polite once she does speak again: "Lady Heulwen, might you introduce me to your cousin? I fear his face is familiar, but I do not believe we've ever been properly introduced."

Maerwynn smiles to Aldie as the coin is offered, soon taken from the counter and pocketed in her apron. "Anytime you have need here in Sarum, I promise the freshest herbs.." That bit of selling done, she turns to the conversation, stepping back as the others talk. Narrowing upon Caerdin's comment of having pain, she bids her time to speak to the lord, to question him further upon what he might need.

"Oh, I - thank you, Lady Heulwen." Morag flushes from the flattery but then casts a glance Maerwynn's way. "It's Mistress Maerwynn's shop, it would be rude of me to attempt to physick someone in her domain when this is her place and she is such an experienced healer."

Caerdin's smooth talking earns a laugh from Heulwen, quiet but genuine, and she dips a quick curtsey. "Of course, good sir, I do stand corrected." Cheered by the humor, Wennie half-turns and gestures to Aldreda, effectively enjoining her to the group. "Sir Caerdin de Broughton is my cousin of a sort. I believe his father married my, hmm, second cousin? Lady Lysanor's father's sister. My grandfather was their grandfather's brother. I think the family ties are negligible at this point, but I do prefer the closeness of calling him cousin. Coz, this is Lady Aldreda de Laverstock. I met her at the Beltaine ceremony. And this modest woman is Morag de Burcombe who may offer you advice in private. Truly, we should let you get to your business. I would not wish to keep the Mistress from her work." She bobs her head politely at Maerwynn.

Success
Caerdin checked his Chaste of 13, he rolled 3.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Flirting of 10, he rolled 15.

Caerdin gives Aldreda something of a bow, a grin on his lips as he does so. "Lady Aldreda? A pleasure to meet you." Though it was entirely possible that he had run into her in passing some time in the past. He was never really very good at remembering that sort of thing. So many other duties to take care of! There is something about the young woman of Laverstock that grabs his attention however, and disregarding who else may be in the room, he speaks, "Please, my lady, allow me to say that your hair flows like the deepest stream in winter and that your smile brightens the day as the setting sun would." There's a little bit of stumbling over the words, and things may come out entirely wrong, but he tried!

Oh, and as an afterthought he says to Heulwen, "Family ties are family ties, and I do appreciate the fact that my mother was from Dinton. I also enjoy any time I spend there when I do visit."

Failed.
Aldreda checked her Courtesy of 5, she rolled 18.

There's an attempt to curtsey from Aldreda when Heulwen makes the introductions, but her knees bump her basket and a few coins go tumbling out. The basket seems to hold a fresh loaf of bread, her recent herb purchase, and the coin pouch. The Laverstock girls' cheeks color a bright red as she lowers to her knees to pluck up the tumbling chits of metal. It is only then that she truly realizes what Caerdin is saying to her… the red spreads to her shoulders as she looks up to the man. There's little movement of her lips for a moment, but she finally gets herself upright, white-knuckling the handle of the basket. "S-sir Caerdin, you are too kind."

Maerwynn keeps quiet, though one can see she's likely doing her best to not giggle at the antics of the lord and ladies within her shop. Lips pressed together, she looks elsewhere, counting to ten as to not embarrass herself before her patrons. Oh, my. Such… cuteness.

Morag's lips press tightly together, their corners curving upward as she too fights the urge to laugh. "Um. Err. Sir Caerdin. Maybe you would like to inquire to Mistress Maerwyn as to the best cure for your pain."

Critical Success!
Heulwen checked her merciful of 10, she rolled 10.

Oh—goodness. Heulwen watches for just a moment as Caerdin stumbles through his greeting, but it is just too much for her. Instead of staring rudely, she turns away and pretends to be busy looking at a bowl of…something. Mushrooms, maybe? Allowing for several awkward moments of silence to pass after they've exchanged their pretty words, Wen turns back to them and clears her throat politely. "Of course, Sir Caerdin, please, do go on. If you are done, ladies, perhaps we will step outside and relieve some of this congestion? Cousin, we will wait for you just beyond, but please, do not feel the need to rush." Heulwen lifts her chin in a vague gesture toward the door before she makes her way toward it with the assumption that the others will follow.

Failed.
Caerdin checked his Awareness of 5, he rolled 19.
Success
Caerdin checked his Courtesy of 8, he rolled 2.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Flirting of 10, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Chaste of 13, he rolled 19.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Lustful of 7, he rolled 11.
Success
Caerdin checked his Generous of 13, he rolled 8.

There is a brief glance between Morag and Maerwynn but he fails to notice anything out of place about them. Certainly not that Morag may be amused. "Oh, I shall speak with her in but a moment, I do hope you both can pardon me a moment longer." A smile. Because that makes everything better. To Heulwen, he bows his head ever so slightly. "Cousin, I appreciate your patience and shall try not and not make you wait very long." Truly her patience and understanding were gifts from God.

And back to Aldreda. "My lady, please forgive me if my words have offered you any offense, I meant none by them. I only wished to compliment eyes that sparkle as the stars on a cloudy night. Please, will you allow me the honor of purchasing these items for you? It is the least I can do, that and give thanks to God above for directing my steps into this shop on this day."

Success
Aldreda checked her Chaste of 10, she rolled 6.
Failed.
Aldreda checked her Generous of 13, she rolled 19.
Failed.
Aldreda checked her Selfish of 7, she rolled 10.
Success
Aldreda checked her Awareness of 15, she rolled 4.

Perhaps it is the locale. Perhaps it is the suddeness. Largely, Aldreda simply appears to be overwhemed. The poor girl cannot seem to fully close her lips for want of trying. She blinks rapidly and straightens in such a way as to cause one of the blooms in her hair to tumble, loose, to the floor. "Ah-" Her words catch and she happens to catch the other women in the shop and their reactions. Oh, no, that blush is not fading anytime soon. "I fear you are perhaps too late to pay for these purchases and… I simply could not accept your coin!" There is a pause, however, as dark gaze falls to the flooring, before rising to regard Caerdin. "Mayhap another meeting could be arranged, in which a purchase could be organized, if you truly wish, for I could not in good faith bar a knight who seeks honor."

Maerwynn is being good, looking… over here. Though when things are dropped, she turns back, prepared to help pick the lady's things up, though with a lord there, offering such compliments? Well, she'll let him do the deed if he wishes to help poor Aldie. Must. Not. Laugh. Or Comment.

Failed.
Heulwen checked her prudent of 10, she rolled 12.
Failed.
Heulwen checked her reckless of 10, she rolled 12.

"I think that I uh, might come back. In a bit. Later." Morag says faintly. "I'm sure my list can wait a little while." She looks around a bit haplessly. What's happening here?

It takes all of Heulwen's considerable willpower to keep a straight face, and even then a touch of red slowly creeps up her neck as she struggles so much to keep her thoughts from showing. "Morag, wait for me. I think I need a little fresh air. Mistress, thank you for your assistance today. I will be back if I find the willow bark is of great help." Wen turns to stare at Caerdin for a moment, nonplussed, and then to Aldreda, and then finally she is offering her arm to Morag while simultaneously moving toward the door.

Failed.
Caerdin checked his Awareness of 5, he rolled 13.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Awareness of 5, he rolled 18.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Awareness of 5, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Chaste of 13, he rolled 16.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Lustfull of , he rolled 10.
Success
Caerdin checked his Lustful of 7, he rolled 2.

Any reaction that Maerwynn, Morag or Heulwen may have to what is going on is completely beyond Caerdin's attention for the moment. Right now his world seems to only contain himself and Aldreda. Aldreda, who seems so sweet but says words that seem to pull at him in ways that he doesn't much care for. He tries to be a religious man, to follow some of the tenants of the faith about certain things, but Aldreda's words make him consider certain… possibilities and that, in turn, causes him to blush and he felt bad for that. He tries to say something, anything to acknowledge the meaning of her statement without sounding like too much a fool, though he can't help but stutter a little. "Ah… yes, I would… ah… very much like that. To purchase something for you, I mean." There's another blush.

Success
Aldreda checked her Awareness of 15, she rolled 8.
Success
Aldreda checked her Modest of 13, she rolled 5.

There is one, of the two engaged in this episode of As Sarum Turns, in which there is much tripping upon words and feet in mouths, who notices things outside the bubble. Tune in next week for the conclusion to our previous storyline in which a lad trapped in the well…

Aldreda looks to the departure of Heulwen and Morag and there's something of panic that shines briefly in her gaze. The woman manages to draw a breath that doesn't send her turning new shades along the first band of the rainbow. Rather, she steps in a measure nearer Caerdin, her voice soft. "You are unendingly kind, Sir Caerdin, in spite of my mishap." Spilling the contents of her basket. Certainly not the first impression one wishes to make upon an attractive heir. "You should send word to Laverstock," pause, thoughtful, "soon. I am certain arrangements for another meeting could be made, if you wish." Another pause and briefly, briefly, Aldie bites at her lower lip. A bit of color does return to her cheeks. "I know I would like to learn more of you, Sir, beyond what your cousin has already spoken of."

Failed.
Caerdin checked his Flirting of 10, he rolled 14.
Success
Caerdin checked his Modest of 13, he rolled 7.
Failed.
Caerdin checked his Awareness of 5, he rolled 13.

"Lady Aldreda…" Caerdin begins, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "There is very little about me to tell. I am afraid I am of no great import and am simply a man who strives to do his duty in all things, though if you would like to hear the tale of my life thus far, I shall tell it. I only ask that you do the same, and that you allow me to continue to compliment you when I can. I promise I can do better than to tell you that your smile is a beacon that lights up the darkest hall in the darkest night." Because of course, all of his compliments so far are terrible and delivered poorly. Nervousness. Yes, that was it.

Success
Aldreda checked her Flirting of 5, she rolled 1.

Really, there's only so long a girl can take it. The lines may be poorly delivered, but he's so earnest. Aldreda smiles and some of the color fades. She's starting to get a better grip on herself. Time heals many a thing; sometimes just a spare moment or two to fully recover one's faculties. She reaches out, touch feather-light, to brush fingers against the Broughton's forearm. Nothing extreme, oh no. She doesn't even move in closer than the bare minimum required. "I would be happy to do so. I must be going, for my cousin will be expecting me shortly." Whoever brought her to town for erranding. "Promise you will send word to Laverstock soon, Sir Caerdin?"

Failed.
Caerdin checked his Chaste of 13, he rolled 17.
Critical Success!
Caerdin checked his Lustful of 7, he rolled 7.

The brush of her fingertips sends a thrill through Caerdin's entire body, a feeling that is quite unique so far in his life. His breathing quickens as eyes roam over her face and her figure. It isn't a very polite thing to do but there are things boiling in Caerdin's blood that aren't very polite either. Taking a small step forward, he leans forward and lightly places his hand her forearm. "I shall send word to Laverstock, Lady Aldreda. I shall send word and when I hear back I shall come, even if I must ride from one end of the realm to the other, I shall come." The words come out a little breathless, his own feelings and desires for this woman clouding his judgment a little and making him even more nervous. He even wondered what her ankles looked like under that pretty little dress she was wearing.

Failed.
Aldreda checked her Chaste of 10, she rolled 18.
Success
Aldreda checked her Lustful of 10, she rolled 2.

Maerwynn is still there, to the back of the shop, having moved away from the two once the others have left her shop. Picking up a feather duster, she begins to dust her shelves, to pretend that she is /not/ listening to the two of them express such sweet nothings to one another! Awwww.

Well. How often does a girl hear a man profess a willingness to ride across Arthur's realm to be at her side? In Aldreda's case, she can mark the first occurance being this day, upon her calendar. The Laverstock's eyes flutter a few times and she does not balk from the hand on her arm. Oh no, no, no. A pagan she may be, but she is not one prone to giving in to allure so easily. Whatever is in the air of the apothecary?! Her own breath catches upon her first attempt to speak and the girl certainly does not balk at the look she is given. If anything, it is taken as an opportunity to fully look over the Broughton knight in an appreciative fashion. She clutches her basket tighter a moment before dipping her head in a nod. There is a slight turn towards the door, difficult as it may be. She leans and half-steps that way. She must be away before she does something she and the apothecary may regret. "I will await your word, Sir Caerdin, and hope that you are near enough to not ride so far." The smile is a bit fluttery, a bit distant, but she's ducking away to rush out and hopefully — hopefully! — catch her breath.

Caerdin cannot help but watch Aldreda leave the apothecary in something near a state of awe. Never before had a lady captivated him like that, and continued to captivate him after she was gone. So much so that he completely forgets the reason why he came to the apothecary. Moving towards the door, other thoughts begin to form in his mind. Thoughts about what ladies might like as gifts. Really he just needed to sit and think about this encounter with the lovely Aldreda. He knew his blood was running hot and that even considering asking the proprietor of the shop about sheepskins was far more than he would have ever thought about before. Nope, he definitely needed time to drink a little and settle down.

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