A Twist of the Knife (March 3010) [Avila, Darelle]
Apr 1, 2018 22:01:43 GMT -5
Post by Darelle on Apr 1, 2018 22:01:43 GMT -5
“Her winterberry pie is certainly finer than the one we tried there, it is true,” Avila hummed in slight agreement to her sister, nodding as she lifted a tart from her basket. “But the royal baker has many famous cakes and pies beyond that. If you wish to work in the kitchens, Darelle, you will need to expand your horizons, dear.”
Darelle would hold back the comment that was on the edge of her tongue, well she tried to hold back the comment but the words always seemed to come out of her mouth. There was no cure for her word diaherra. Darelle always said what she needed to say, with a gilded backhanded compliment. “Thank you for such grand advice Avila, I will take that to heart and perhaps I shall also advise Balder on that when I see him next” Darelle smiled sweetly.
Wynfled injecting in between the two ladies with claws out.
“Oh it was a busy evening. Of course beyond Theodred and the hosts… there was Thea, and Drifa. Thea looked darling as usual. I don't think the dear is ever going to make full recovery though. It seemed a bit too loud for her as well. You know, she doesn't drink at all. Poor thing can't handle it,
“I can understand not drinking, drinking can turn even the most gentle of men into a vile scoundrel and a lady into a skirt lifting street girl.” Darelle commented. How often did she herself drink...She could count the times on one hand in her entire life. Perhaps that was part of her problem, she needed to drink until her sharp tongue was softened of the sharp edges formed by her mothers harsh manner. A little liquid courage might help her in her search of conquest.
“I should say Drifa has put on a bit more weight over the winter. And it is no wonder. She can eat and drink as much as a man. I didn't say anything to her about it last night, but I wonder if she needs someone to intervene,”
“We should visit Drifa, I think she could benefit from a discrete visit.”
“Her stitching was looking well though. The look she gave me, I'm not sure she approves so well of the Captain's new wife. And their husbands were there. Grindan. Gerlaf...Those twins… the sons of that loud mouth Captain. I can't recall their names… And the Captain's sister. She was drunk as ever I've seen her. Everyone knows she needs an intervention, though her husband, Cenric, that King's guard, he'll never be the one to make her quit. Friendly with Runa though, I suppose they are good friends. Must drink together. Captain said he was worried about Runa getting drunk… kept taking her drinks off her."
Darelle glanced at Avila. “Fond of the drink? Surely not Wynfled. Avila, my stars can you imagine the distress of Ceolmund, a wife that is a drunk!” Darelle felt a swoon coming on at the thought of it. The conversation shifted to Theodred being stressed and Darelle made the comment that it was:
“Nothing a tumble in the sheets would not fix.”
That made Avila offer a short, graceful laugh, sliding her eyes to Darelle. “As if you would know, dear,” she offered. Darelle held her purity like a banner when with either Avila or her sister.
“No but you know well enough for me, yes” She replied without missing a beat, idly stirring her spoon in tea as if she was bored, but truly she was still cooling the hot liquid to a drinkable temperature.
“Is it that enjoyable Avila, a tumble in the sheets? I wonder, is it better with a Prince than another?”
“Well, that depends on the man, of course,” Avila offered with a shrug. “And it has nothing to do with title,” she scoffed, nose wrinkling at the thought. “If your Theodred has practiced on the girls at the Golden Hall, perhaps he will be decent for you. I have heard rumor he is fond of women, perhaps you are in luck.”
With Avila’s opinion on the matter, oh did they witness Darelle’s cheeks sweep pink, across the high apples of her cheek and the bridge of her nose did she look flush and try to hide behind one hand. A light giggle escaping from her lips. “I know not what to say for this manner, I must take your advice upon that Avila, Wynfled’s as well. How lucky for me, you are here to educate me when the time comes.
Darelle listened to Wynfled relay the tale of how there was not enough seats, the china did not match, and how some of the women had to sit on men’s laps. “Only part of the night it was free? Darelle quipped. “And when it was not whom occupied that?”
Darelle continues to stir her spoon around in her tea cup. Silently imagining using the spoon to carve out another woman's eyes out with it. Bristling just a bit at the situation. Inwards swearing about womens woes and being proper and...the more Wynfled would talk about this woman, the more Avila and Wynfled would see Darelle’s eyes filling with a storm, the more she listens.
Darelle would hold back the comment that was on the edge of her tongue, well she tried to hold back the comment but the words always seemed to come out of her mouth. There was no cure for her word diaherra. Darelle always said what she needed to say, with a gilded backhanded compliment. “Thank you for such grand advice Avila, I will take that to heart and perhaps I shall also advise Balder on that when I see him next” Darelle smiled sweetly.
Wynfled injecting in between the two ladies with claws out.
“Oh it was a busy evening. Of course beyond Theodred and the hosts… there was Thea, and Drifa. Thea looked darling as usual. I don't think the dear is ever going to make full recovery though. It seemed a bit too loud for her as well. You know, she doesn't drink at all. Poor thing can't handle it,
“I can understand not drinking, drinking can turn even the most gentle of men into a vile scoundrel and a lady into a skirt lifting street girl.” Darelle commented. How often did she herself drink...She could count the times on one hand in her entire life. Perhaps that was part of her problem, she needed to drink until her sharp tongue was softened of the sharp edges formed by her mothers harsh manner. A little liquid courage might help her in her search of conquest.
“I should say Drifa has put on a bit more weight over the winter. And it is no wonder. She can eat and drink as much as a man. I didn't say anything to her about it last night, but I wonder if she needs someone to intervene,”
“We should visit Drifa, I think she could benefit from a discrete visit.”
“Her stitching was looking well though. The look she gave me, I'm not sure she approves so well of the Captain's new wife. And their husbands were there. Grindan. Gerlaf...Those twins… the sons of that loud mouth Captain. I can't recall their names… And the Captain's sister. She was drunk as ever I've seen her. Everyone knows she needs an intervention, though her husband, Cenric, that King's guard, he'll never be the one to make her quit. Friendly with Runa though, I suppose they are good friends. Must drink together. Captain said he was worried about Runa getting drunk… kept taking her drinks off her."
Darelle glanced at Avila. “Fond of the drink? Surely not Wynfled. Avila, my stars can you imagine the distress of Ceolmund, a wife that is a drunk!” Darelle felt a swoon coming on at the thought of it. The conversation shifted to Theodred being stressed and Darelle made the comment that it was:
“Nothing a tumble in the sheets would not fix.”
That made Avila offer a short, graceful laugh, sliding her eyes to Darelle. “As if you would know, dear,” she offered. Darelle held her purity like a banner when with either Avila or her sister.
“No but you know well enough for me, yes” She replied without missing a beat, idly stirring her spoon in tea as if she was bored, but truly she was still cooling the hot liquid to a drinkable temperature.
“Is it that enjoyable Avila, a tumble in the sheets? I wonder, is it better with a Prince than another?”
“Well, that depends on the man, of course,” Avila offered with a shrug. “And it has nothing to do with title,” she scoffed, nose wrinkling at the thought. “If your Theodred has practiced on the girls at the Golden Hall, perhaps he will be decent for you. I have heard rumor he is fond of women, perhaps you are in luck.”
With Avila’s opinion on the matter, oh did they witness Darelle’s cheeks sweep pink, across the high apples of her cheek and the bridge of her nose did she look flush and try to hide behind one hand. A light giggle escaping from her lips. “I know not what to say for this manner, I must take your advice upon that Avila, Wynfled’s as well. How lucky for me, you are here to educate me when the time comes.
Darelle listened to Wynfled relay the tale of how there was not enough seats, the china did not match, and how some of the women had to sit on men’s laps. “Only part of the night it was free? Darelle quipped. “And when it was not whom occupied that?”
Darelle continues to stir her spoon around in her tea cup. Silently imagining using the spoon to carve out another woman's eyes out with it. Bristling just a bit at the situation. Inwards swearing about womens woes and being proper and...the more Wynfled would talk about this woman, the more Avila and Wynfled would see Darelle’s eyes filling with a storm, the more she listens.