(514-09-12) Stormy Weathers
Summary: Cariste, Wilhelm, Niclas and Mari cross paths in Upavon in the rain.
Date: September 12, 514
Related: None
niclas mari wilhelm cariste 


Hopefully Niclas was logging this scene prior to me logging in on my computer from my phone

Cariste considers the words from the knight and she smiles slightly "And how do we know that the rain is not your fault Ser?" she asks him in an amused sort of tone. There were so many things she could possibly say in regards to the knights statement to her, but the woman simply smiles and shakes her head "you can at least buy me a drink yes?" she asks a little selfishly looking over him with a small smile "I wanted to be sure you made it home alright." she intones justly.

Waiting for a joke to come from his brother, Niclas is caught unaware too by the reaction from Wilhelm. A slight grin hits him there, the sort a brother would have when it comes to interrupting flirting and such. He could say something, try to interrupt as well, but inside he figures to let that one ride out. He can tease later of course, that is fair game, truth be told. "I'm sure the rain is his fault," he jokes, more towards Mari. He turns full attention back to her, offering up more fruit to her, even holding it over for her.
Noting that bit of smile that formed, Niclas is enjoying the conversation with Mari it would seem too. "See, now we have something here. You have never danced in the rain, and I am looking for a rain dancing partner. The luck of this circumstance, Sir Mari. I shall thank the fates for you chancing upon me like this, so I can help remedy the situation of your dancing in the rain experience." The lack thereof.

"Of course," Mari counters immediately to the delay of joining given by the Horton knight. The younger of the two present at least. Focusing her attention back to Niclas, her lips twitch, "The rain is always his fault but since I like the rain, I cannot say I hold any ill will towards your brother." A strawberry is lifted, a bite taken and she savors the juice and the flavor before lifting her eyes back to the knight across from her.
"A rain dancing partner?" Still, by habit, Mari cannot keep the suspicious lilt out fo her voice, but indeed she doesn't look adverse to herself being the partner for the next dance. "Though I have to admit, between dancing in the rain and strawberries, the berries will win, every time."

Failed.
Wilhelm checked his trusting of 10, he rolled 13.
Failed.
You check your suspicious at 16, you rolled 19.
Failed.
You check your trusting at 4, you rolled 5.
Failed.
Wilhelm checked his suspicious of 10, he rolled 12.

She came all the way out here, and it was just to check on him? Wilhelm wants to believe it, it shows on his face, but at the same time, it doesn't quite register. He does offer Cariste a warm smile however, and a light touch to her arm, if she allows it. "I can do you one better. My brother, who is much higher in rank around the Horton House than I do." he says, gesturing towards the table where Mari and Niclas sit. "Mayhap you can help me convince them that dancing in the rain will not do either of them much good." Okay, so there's a bit of a Christian in there still as he can't help but to blush a little at the idea that Cariste is actually visiting him from all the way south. "He'll buy the drinks if I handle an introduction."

Success
Cariste checked her Religion of 13, she rolled 2.

Cariste looks to Wilhelm and she smiles as she stands moving to walk with him. She smiles to Niclas and then to Mari, a little curtsy is given to each "Pardon my manners, I did not bring any gift to you". She says to Niclas before she tilts her head and she smiles to Wilhelm, looking a little nervous. Though his question about rain brings a smile to her lips "The one mother loves the rain and all of her children, for with it comes life.. blessings upon you both if you wish to pertake in dancing in the waters, be sure to dry off however as the rain can lead to nasty illness." The healer in her advises before tucking one of her own water locked strands behind her ears, the diminutive pagan smiles shyly at the pair.

"No, he's wrong, you should convince Sir Mari here that a dance in the rain is good for ones vitality, I've heard it said in the villages," grins Niclas, counter to his brother, directed at Cariste. "No need for a gift I don't think. Other than they company, do join us." A nod at her agreement even, and the necessity to dry off. He turns more back to Mari, "Yes, see, we'll just have to dry each other off. I wouldn't mind at all. I guess we could work on strawberries, break the ice. A dance in the rain is a big commitment in some parts of the realm. Instead we can talk about the sun to come, the tourney later this month, or something more serious?"

Failed.
Wilhelm checked his chaste of 13, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Wilhelm checked his lust of , he rolled 2.
Failed.
Wilhelm checked his lustful of 7, he rolled 18.

As the other two approach, Mari looks up from her position at the table, strawberry in hand, bowl sort of possessively placed in front of her, it looks as if she isn't going to be sharing any time soon. Brows shoot up at the words given to Niclas from the lady but she wisely says nothing about the gift, or lack thereof. Instead, she offers a smile to Cariste, "I am Mari de Woodborough," giving her name at least.
Her lips twitch, getting more and more amused at the banter between the brothers, "Or Sir Wilhelm and Sir Niclas could dance in the rain and entertain the lady and myself." She couldn't help but to tease both of the two, merriment dancing in her eyes as she looks between the men. "I agree about the tournament though, I wonder, perhaps, would Sir Niclas grant me his favor?"

Success
You check your orate at 8, you rolled 1.

Well, that didn't help. Wilhelm just gives a good-natured sigh as the Pagan Lady supports rain-dancing, which really - he should have expected as he offers a polite smile. "Niclas, Mari, may I present to you Lady Cariste of the Dunfords. Lady Cariste, this is Lady Mari of Woodborough and Lord Niclas of Horton - and so happens to be my older, but not eldest, brother." he comments as he gestures, shooing Niclas so that he may sit once Cariste is properly seated by him.

And then Niclas speaks of him and Mari out in the rain and then drying each other off, and the look of surprise that touches on the young man's face is nothing short of scandalous. And here Wilhelm was thinking, with his months in the pagan woods after his father's death would be the open minded one.

"I feel like you should ask Lord Cadoc for permission to be betrothed to his daughter before you discuss things such as drying each other off!" there's just a hint of scandal to the young knight's face, a blush, and perhaps just a little hint of disappointment.

"Unless you two are planning on annoucing at the tournament your intentions. I've been out of the loop, and Lydia has been tight-lipped on things, so I don't even know what or who is is good graces with whom now." He lowers his head a bit, wanting to hide in his honey mead, an embarassed look cast towards Cariste, as if apologizing for his brother's brash behaviour. Not that the thought of drying her off came to his mind, what with the way her dress clings and hugs to her, and the shape of her face with her hair slicked back as so. And he hides even further in that mug of his, as if it were possible to do so.

Success
Cariste checked her awareness of 10, she rolled 3.
Success
Niclas checked his chaste of 13, he rolled 9.
Success
Cariste checked her lustful of 13, she rolled 1.
Failed.
You check your lustful at 13, you rolled 18.
Critical Success!
You check your chaste at 7, you rolled 7.

Well, that didn't help. Wilhelm just gives a good-natured sigh as the Pagan Lady supports rain-dancing, which really - he should have expected as he offers a polite smile. "Niclas, Mari, may I present to you Lady Cariste of the Dunfords. Lady Cariste, this is Lady Mari of Woodborough and Lord Niclas of Horton - and so happens to be my older, but not eldest, brother." he comments as he gestures, shooing Niclas so that he may sit once Cariste is properly seated by him.

And then Niclas speaks of him and Mari out in the rain and then drying each other off, and the look of surprise that touches on the young man's face is nothing short of scandalous. And here Wilhelm was thinking, with his months in the pagan woods after his father's death would be the open minded one.

"I feel like you should ask Lord Hydd for permission to be betrothed to his niece before you discuss things such as drying each other off!" there's just a hint of scandal to the young knight's face, a blush, and perhaps just a little hint of disappointment.

"Unless you two are planning on annoucing at the tournament your intentions. I've been out of the loop, and Lydia has been tight-lipped on things, so I don't even know what or who is is good graces with whom now." He lowers his head a bit, wanting to hide in his honey mead, an embarassed look cast towards Cariste, as if apologizing for his brother's brash behaviour. Not that the thought of drying her off came to his mind, what with the way her dress clings and hugs to her, and the shape of her face with her hair slicked back as so. And he hides even further in that mug of his, as if it were possible to do so.

It had been a little while, and she /did/ come all this way. Weither or not it was to see Wilhelm or just to watch the upcoming tournment that he mentions one knows not. She becomes slowly aware of Wilhelm's intentions of drying her off, and the young pagan seems to be on the same page as his brother is. "Well." she says softly "I personally would not mind a little drying off, I mean…" her eyes look over Wilhelm and the lust shines in the Pagan ladies eyes if for a moment before she blushes and she looks between Niclas and Mari. She coughs and blushes as if remembering the two are there watching her fawn over the youngest Horton.

There is little she can do - it was just her way as it seemed to be Niclas's own, the pair playing off one another well almost making it a game to their intrests. "Oy.. a bit of rain dancing is totally in order." she says then her eyes twinkling as she moves to grab a piece of fruit from the plate before her.

A blink, dancing with his brother, then shoe'd, probably to get up. Niclas does rise. "A pleasure Lady Cariste," a fun grin on his face, probably at his brother around this particular lady even. "I'm so glad there is someone to keep an eye on /young/ Wilhelm here." Not thinking him young at all actually. "I am but the middle brother, it means no one listens to me … much." A grin at drying off, then a pause, yes, he should ask someone first. His eyes look to Mari more at that though. She might see a softness in his eyes about permissions from her brother, only due to her father not being around for a long while of course. "Oh, the tournament this is perfect." For something, just maybe those intentions.
Back to Mari more directly, "If I gave you a favor, would you keep it with you?" A serious question, more a grin to follow, he lifts his mug to his lips. "I would gladly trust you to the safety of a favor, I shall have to find something suitable." A slight dip of his head, leaving eyes to her as he drinks his mead. That hangs, and he looks at Cariste, ah, a supporter of the cause. If she convinces Wilhelm of a dance in the rain, he might not live it down with his brother. The lay of the corner of his lips suggesting as much.

Critical Fail!
Wilhelm checked his prudent of 16, he rolled 20.
Failed.
You check your awareness at 12, you rolled 16.

Maybe it's the mead. Maybe it's the fact that Cariste.. really.. should be out of Wilhelm's league, yet the way she studies him and offers little teases and taunts to that slightly pagan side of him as he he looks up from his mug to the young woman and swallows hard, before managing, albeit with a very nervous tremble, "…there.. are wor-worse things that having the task of drying you off, Lady Cariste." he ventures bravely, his cheeks hueing red before he catches sight of Mari and suddenly, it's as if the fire place is entirely too close and the mead is a little too much. "I.. I think maybe I should go." he manages to choke out, downing the rest of his pint, his hands actually showing a hint of tremble at the first experience of completely downed inhibitions. And if he stays, he may be very scared of what happens next.

Pagan Mari is also not so against the rain dancing at all, she does look at Wilhelm though, then Cariste, "A pleasure to meet you, my lady de Durnford, a genuine pleasure." For the moment, the ever present suspicion doesn't play much into her expression. A lift of a closed fist to her mouth conceals a cough at the mention of the permissions, and she shakes her head, "I think that would be furthering along something that isn't so far ahead." There is a quiet, studying look to Niclas though which has her missing the hint of disappointment in Wilhelm's features. "No, no one is announcing anything." Unless her brother had arranged something without her knowledge! These things happened! Dancing though, she jumps on that when Cariste mentions it again.
Rising to her feet, she glances towards the door, "A bit of dancing would be interesting." Except she wasn't thinking ahead towards that, no.. she was concerned with leaving the awkward situation! The direct questions brings her pause, "I would keep it safe and with me," the words given are surprisingly gentle in delivery.

Success
Cariste checked her reckless of 10, she rolled 3.

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Cariste watches Wilhelm leave the table and at the talk of dancing the other Pagan stands, she too is standing. Her eyes flicker over Wilhelms brother and she tisks a little "either he can not wait to dance, or I have… offended him somehow." she says quietly. Her eyes move over to Mari and she smiles, with an incline of her head "Maybe us ladies should dance." she offers with a wry smile to the woman. Her attention will move to the door and then back hoping one of the others knows what happened with Wilhem.

Joining in, Niclas agrees, "A pleasure indeed Lady Cariste." That grin remains at the affect she has on his brother. Who suddently seems about ready to go, Niclas look to his brother then, shaking his. "No, you're fine, we'll enjoy the fruit together at least. Besides, Lady Cariste made a journey, its only fitting she be kept company." Not to further anything for his brother and what is making him tremble, but light the situation at least.
Reaching for another nectarine himself though, no want to leave the table or present company just yet, he looks to Mari. "No announcing anything, even the favor could be kept between us. Well, us, my brother and the good Lady Cariste here. I am only interested in us for now. I want the smile, then the dance. We can worry about intentions and announcements later." That and his brother, and hers. But one step at a time, the favor. Then Cariste is mentioning both the ladies dancing, he blinks and looks between them, as if he wouldn't complain in the least.

For the briefest of moments, Mari and Niclas may have seen the spark of the carefree Wilhelm that used to exist - one that would have eagerly wrapped an arm around Cariste's waist and led the charge into the rain himself. But that man disappeared with the death of his father, and what's left is frankly slightly horrified at his return. Wilhelm glances back one last time, hearing Cariste's offer to dance with Mari instead and he closes his eyes, grabbing the oil skin to pull around is frame as he says to the bartender. "Just put it on my brother's tab." he says quietly before he slips back out the door into the rain, apparently not to dance. Noone's offended him - he's just terrified to feel anything again.

Success
You check your awareness at 12, you rolled 10.
Success
You check your reckless at 10, you rolled 8.

With the departure of Wilhelm more impending than anything else, Mari watches him for a moment, then allows Cariste to try and persuade him to stay, but she laughs at the mention of the two ladies dancing. "We could dance," she agrees somewhat recklessly, before looking to Niclas. "If Niclas would join us of course, he seems quite eager." A nod of relief is given when he says something about intentions and announcements and delaying them. Defintely delaying them. It's then she looks back to Wilhelm, and she notices that same troubled look that she, herself still wears sometimes. A frown creases her brow slightly, "Niclas, we should follow him," she tells him, then looks to Cariste, "We all should."

Success
Cariste checked her merciful of 10, she rolled 6.
Failed.
Niclas checked his energetic of 10, he rolled 16.
Success
Niclas checked his lazy of 10, he rolled 6.
Success
Cariste checked her lustful of 13, she rolled 7.

Cariste nods her head to Mari as she sighs, her own eyes soft, worried now, less playful then before but she takes the lead to attempt to get Wilhelm to join them once again. It was a gentle sort of sight she moves elegently forward as Wilhelm pulls his coat over his clothes. "Wilhelm?" she asks as she touches his shoulder.. hopeing she could catch him, and as her fingers brush his she pulls /him/ into her and kisses him. Yup, no more pretending, the healer would stop this behavior right hear and now, with showing him that she cared. If nothing else she puts herself out there for a big dissapointment.

Taking his seat again, just as his brother makes to leave. He has that nectarine in one hand and the mug in the other, looks up to Mari about going after his brother. Eyes wide and he shrugs, certainly his brother can take care of himself. Startled for the moment even, assuming his brother is always good on his own and would come to Niclas as the older brother if only needed. "I would join that dance though, that'd get me moving again. If we chase him, do I win a dance … with you?" The grin returns, "Cause I'll stop him right here and now."
Ah, but then Cariste is stopping him, with her lips. Literally. There is half a pause from Niclas, should he have chased after this Cariste. She likes kissing, ah, but there is Mari. That cuteness about her, serious, curious, suspicious even. As Cariste is kissing his brother he says, eyebrow raised in curiousity, "I'm gonna so leave too …. cause reasons …" As if that would earn him a kiss too?

Success
You check your lustful at 13, you rolled 8.
Failed.
Wilhelm checked his lustful of 7, he rolled 13.
Failed.
Wilhelm checked his chaste of 13, he rolled 18.

Mari looks indecisively between the departing Wilhelm, Cariste, who is going after him, and Niclas. What was the best option to do to help? She had no idea. However, it is Cariste who answers it for her when she pulls Wilhelm towards her and kisses him. For a long moment, she watches, perhaps wondering at Wilhelms reaction, but then Niclas is talking and she looks back to him, dragging her gaze away from Cariste and Wilhelm. "Yes," she agrees immediately, reaching for his hand, taking the mug from it and placing it none to gently on the table, slipping her hand into his. "Come on," she orders him firmly, not taking no for an answer as she tugs him. "When I kiss you, it will be while we're dancing in the rain and not here in the pub."

The game seems to be over as Cariste takes over and lays the cards out on the table as far as her feelings are concerned. For a moment, the young knight's eyes go wide, before Wilhelm quite literally sinks into the kiss, leaning over the dimunitive pagan as his hands curl into her damp hair and he returns the kiss with a sudden and unchecked fercoity before he finds himself breaking it off, biting his lower lip, watching to see what Cariste responds to at the sudden change.

Cariste moves in the younger brothers arms passionate and free. Being the youngest herself, they can indulge at times. The kiss is something to behold, as the emotions dance off her. Breaking it a moment to breathe her eyes catch his and her fingers touch his cheek, it was her turn to tremble slightly in his grasp, her body twisting in his ferocoity.. it would seem that unbidden passion sits well with the healer. She looks to the retreating couple then she looks into his eyes gently "Come I promised your brother and his friend a dance, we musent break our promises." she whispers still enwaped in his arms.

Well, his mug taken from his hand, there is one indulgence that would go beyond drink or food, and it might be from Woodborough. When she takes his hand, his attention is more on her and Niclas stands. "Well, the rain is waiting, I do not want to miss this opportunity." There is a pause as he looks over towards his brother, who returns the kiss. A grin, things are in order here it would seem indeed. He moves for the door and the rain, reaching for his already wet, slightly dry, cloak. "A dance, I've wanted one with you for a while now, you know … I should of asked sooner?"

Success.
You check your honest at 13, you rolled 4.

Her attention focused on Niclas, Mari collects her own cloak and dons it as they walk towards the door, stepping outside with Nic and leaving the other two to finish kissing or follow along. Once outside, she lifts the hood of her cloak and places it over her head. "Had you asked any sooner, I might have told you no." Because she's honest at least. "Now things are different and I want to dance with you too." So, with her hand in his, into the rain she walks, leading him to an area more grassy than muddy, and she looks at him, curtsying, dipping her head demurely. "I would be honored for a dance, Sir Niclas."

Success
You check your dancing at 11, you rolled 10.

"I have known Mari and Niclas since as far as I can remember." Wilhelm admits as he looks up from his embrace with Cariste, and there's a blush that touches his cheeks as he considers the pair that are holding hands and heading out into the rain. "And in all my years, this is the closest I've seen the pair of them.." he confesses as he brushes his fingers idly through Cariste's hair, not quite ready to untangle from her yet. "…and it is my thought that dancing for those two will be limited to the two of them much like us, entangled in each others arms and finally letting go of nearly a decade of pent up frustration. We'll dance at their wedding, which will probably be in the rain too." he teases Cariste slightly, wanting to indulge a moment longer in her arms before he reluctantly starts to agree to her compromise.

Cariste mmms a little "a decade of frustration sir?" she asks playfully "you have only known me for about a month." she laughs then, as her fingers touch his face. "maybe… maybe we will dance at their wedding, it aought to be fun at the very least." she sets her head to his shoulder and she sighs not really wanting to let him go.. "I suppose they would like a moment in the rain without his brother and his Dunford healer in toe." she says back to him softly. Maintaining some face at least she is no longer making too much more of a spectacle of herself within the tavern.

Failed.
Niclas checked his dancing of 2, he rolled 11.

His cloak is pulled around him, only parting hands brifely. "Well, then its the right time," agrees Niclas, a grin on his face. "It was a good day to come to Upavon." And theya re out there, he takes her hand and faces her. His smile softer as he looks down at her. He isn't sure footed in a dance, less so in the rain. But he dips his head and tries his best. "Sir Mari, the honor is mine. Everyone shall look at their windows to be envious of me … I've the best dance partner for dancing in the rain."

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