(515-04-02) Lydia's Challenges
Summary: Lydia's victories in both performance and wit.
Date: 02 April 515
Related: None
lydia 

NPC:

joachim 


Lydia is nervous. She's nowhere near as skilled as Enfys when it comes to singing, but she's game to try, especially as her cloak in the craft fair was so close to perfection. She waits for her opponent to appear, a hand absently rubbing on her now rotund belly.

Helping Lydia up on the stage, Joachim gives his wife a reassuring kiss on the cheek, a hand settled on her very pregnant belly. "You're going to do well." he encourages her. "And if not, we can still celebrate." he winks at her before he steps away, as a young lady comes onto the stage, her hands folded in front of her. A slip of a girl, she can't be much older than Enfys herself, if not slightly younger. "Hello. I am Anna de Yarnbury. Are you Lydia de Newton?" she asks as she offers a smile and glances towards the woman's stomach. "You look as you may drop at any moment, goodness."

Lydia lets out a little laugh. "I'm due in the summer, so hopefully not quite yet. "Would you care to sing first?" A gesture is made to offer the platform to the younger woman.

Critical Fail!
Joachim makes a check for Average Lady Singing at 13, he rolled 20.

"Oh. Sure!" Anna says, a bow of her head as the older woman allows her to go first. Stepping up onto the platform, she starts to sing, but even before her first verse is done, she suddenly feels very ill, and looks green around the gills. "I.. excuse me!" she squeaks as she suddenly runs off stage and leans over the side as she spills her breakfast upon the ground in a series of hurks.

Success
Lydia checked her singing of 6, she rolled 1.

Lydia blinks in shock, sympathy etching its way across her face. But the restlessness of the crowd prompts her to action, and so she sings in a sweet, clear voice.

"A farmer there lived in the north country,
A hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
A hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o

The song details the murder of the youngest by the eldest so that she may steal the youngest's lover, and how the bones of the dead girl's body are used to make a harp that ultimately sings its sad story to the king, their father. Despite the gruesomeness of the story, the song itself is quite lively.

Joachim arches his brow at the choice of song, but Lydia does quite well, drawing applause, while Anna's husband, an older knight, tends to the young woman, bringing her some water to drink. Finally, after clearing her throat, Anna returns to the stage, and smiles. "Would you like to go first on the oration, while I gather my wits, please?" she asks for the kindness as he considers Lydia. "I am not due until the early winter, I fear a summer with a full belly."

Failed.
Lydia checked her orate of 12, she rolled 13.
Failed.
Joachim makes a check for Young Lady Orate at 10, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Lydia checked her orate of 12, she rolled 14.
Failed.
Joachim makes a check for Young Lady Orate at 10, he rolled 16.
Success
Lydia checked her orate of 12, she rolled 4.
Failed.
Joachim makes a check for Young Lady Orate at 10, he rolled 16.

The nerves of performance combined with witnessing the young lady's unfortunate circumstances finally catch up with Lydia, and so she nods, but…she has to take a moment to settle her nerves as well. A pause is briefly called for on behalf of both women, as they both deal with their nausea.

"Lydia?" Joachim is at his wife's side quickly, ready to shield her with his tunic so noone gets to see her be ill as he pulls out a small ginger candy to offer to Lydia, a reassuring smile offered. "You have this, love." he encourages her gently, as Anna is not fairing much better.

Lydia offers a faint nod, squeezing Joachim's hand before taking a breath and a few steps away before addressing the crowd. "There are many who will tell you that the pageantry offered here is to present the best and brightest of womanhood, my friends." Lydia addresses the crowd, resting on her belly. "But if one were to look at the nature of such competition, does it seem likely that the best of women would wish to stand before each other and hurl insult and jest at the other's expense? I say that such pageantry should be cause for women to bring each other down, but instead to raise each other up. Let them speak with passion and skill about the matters dearest to their heart. And so today, I offer no insult to my opponent; only my kindest regard, and support that she too have opportunity to present all that is good and strong in the fairer sex. For women are strong, whether it is their duty to bear children or the lance…or even both."

Anna considers Lydia, and her words, and she finds herself brushing away an emotional little tear. The young lady's turn brings her thoughtfully to glance at Lydia again. "I cannot find any fault in Lady Lydia's words.. she speaks true.. we bear the responsibility of the world, and get very little appreciation.. and and.. she's right. And I thank her for her kindness, even in my weakest, to not take advantage of it. So I yield this competition to her."

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