Righting Things (Braeldia) [May 3010]
Apr 25, 2019 10:00:18 GMT -5
Post by Wynfled on Apr 25, 2019 10:00:18 GMT -5
The denial of a scandal, and Wynfled could only shake her head. If word got around of what had transpired… well, Wynfled wondered how many people knew. Sometimes she was quick lipped to be sharing news of the sort and it could indeed cause a scandal, though in this case… she wondered if she should not seal her lips.
If word got around to her sister about the matter with Eomer; she could not doubt that Avila would be livid. All those years working to gain the attention of a suitable candidate, and she had only ended up with Balder. Darelle had been chasing after Theodred and had gotten nowhere. And this young girl comes up out of the hay and manure of country stables like a bumpkin and had attracted Eomer’s attention.
Wynfled did not mind it of course; she was not seeking the same sort of attention, and honestly Bjarr had a good enough rank to see her well cared for and in one of the nicest houses Edoras had to offer aside Meduseld it self. She had done better than both her sister and her friend, Wynfled figured. Darelle was going to grow and old maid if she did not get started on something soon… if she would even be considered among the princely crowd she would have to see that she did so before she was beyond her child bearing years as no prince would marry someone too old to provide him an heir.
She found her thoughts trailing, and Braeldia was still prattling on in her bright voice about pie, and Wynfled nodded, catching the last bit. “Believe me, any pie is suitable for royalty, so long as they have it at every meal,” Wynfled pointed out. “But I think you could catch the taste of honey on the tongue of your Lord,” she smiled. “Aside it will pair well with the mead they are certain to be drinking… you have to think about all the elements involved. Perhaps a salted honey. Oh, if I only knew his likings. I do know that mincemeat is perhaps the favorite of Prince Theodred but Eomer...” Wynfled shook her head and looked perturbed. Eomer had not been amongst the house guests she had dined with that spring. She knew not his favorites.
“To be safe, we should make several pies. Yes, that’s what we will do. And enter them all under your name. Oh… we will be having a lot of practice to do. I should probably have you over. Twice a week at least. You’ll have to clear your schedule of all that… frolicking...” Wynfled’s nose crinkled slightly at the thought of horses and stables.
If word got around to her sister about the matter with Eomer; she could not doubt that Avila would be livid. All those years working to gain the attention of a suitable candidate, and she had only ended up with Balder. Darelle had been chasing after Theodred and had gotten nowhere. And this young girl comes up out of the hay and manure of country stables like a bumpkin and had attracted Eomer’s attention.
Wynfled did not mind it of course; she was not seeking the same sort of attention, and honestly Bjarr had a good enough rank to see her well cared for and in one of the nicest houses Edoras had to offer aside Meduseld it self. She had done better than both her sister and her friend, Wynfled figured. Darelle was going to grow and old maid if she did not get started on something soon… if she would even be considered among the princely crowd she would have to see that she did so before she was beyond her child bearing years as no prince would marry someone too old to provide him an heir.
She found her thoughts trailing, and Braeldia was still prattling on in her bright voice about pie, and Wynfled nodded, catching the last bit. “Believe me, any pie is suitable for royalty, so long as they have it at every meal,” Wynfled pointed out. “But I think you could catch the taste of honey on the tongue of your Lord,” she smiled. “Aside it will pair well with the mead they are certain to be drinking… you have to think about all the elements involved. Perhaps a salted honey. Oh, if I only knew his likings. I do know that mincemeat is perhaps the favorite of Prince Theodred but Eomer...” Wynfled shook her head and looked perturbed. Eomer had not been amongst the house guests she had dined with that spring. She knew not his favorites.
“To be safe, we should make several pies. Yes, that’s what we will do. And enter them all under your name. Oh… we will be having a lot of practice to do. I should probably have you over. Twice a week at least. You’ll have to clear your schedule of all that… frolicking...” Wynfled’s nose crinkled slightly at the thought of horses and stables.