My First Tourney, Oh My! (D1, EA)

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Letting Kevith sleep in in the afternoon as he usually wanted to do, Mariessa took the chance to sneak a peek at the event grounds. There was some excitement to seeing a tournament ground for the first time.

The Tremaine heiress was used to being allowed to wander wherever she pleased as long as it was still in safe places, and well, this was a safe place, was it not? Seeing no point in getting changed and dressed for the feast just yet, Mari was more than happy to still wear her travelling clothes and her hair done in an elaborate half-braid that still allowed her to hide behind her locks occassonally, which Jyn had helped her with.

[Leovall Marten]

The morning chill was gone and the day was bright and warm. Marvelling in the sunshine Leovall had taken wandered the field before taking a seat on the bottom of one of the stands. Having some wine there he gave some thought to how everything would look when the action started. He smiled slightly then snorted at what played in his mind. "That would be nice."

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"What would be nice, ser?" inquired a feminine voice from the flower-covered stands. Mari was leaning forward with her elbows propped on the railing, chin resting on her folded hands as she watched the young man with an amused expression.

Even in her simpler clothes, she was not someone to be mistaken for a low-born woman.

[Leovall Marten]

And Leovall was not one to be mistaken for a low-born man. Even his travelling clothes included an ermine mantle, though it was getting a bit too warm for it.

Blinking once and turning to the voice he rose and then smiled curiously at what he saw. "I was just picturing what it might be like to perhaps win something during the competition." He straightened to his full height. "My lady." He says softly, bowing slightly. "I am Leovall Marten. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

[Mariessa Tremaine]

That he wore such a heavy and warm garment was a clear sign he was not from the Reach, as the climate tended to be warm and pleasant, allowing for lighter fashion. But he couldn't be a northerner, at least, as she had heard they were scruffy-looking and wore only lots of layers of fur.

She straightened from her comfortable position and did a small curtsy. "Mariessa Tremaine, accompanying my father Lord Marten Tremaine here for the tournament. "Your house is not from the Reach...? It is not familiar to me, at least."

[Leovall Marten]

Likewise, and I'm sure yours won't be the last. Now to pray yours isn't some grand House I ought to have been told was attending. Leovall takes a few steps toward the stairs that led up to her level of the stands. "Correct, we're from the Vale. Just at the northern coast of the Bay of Crabs if that helps." He climbed the stairs, purposefully walking out onto the level directly below hers. "It has been a long, long journey, yet now I find myself especially glad to have made it."

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"Goodness, that is a long way to travel for a tourney!" she chuckled softly, watching him with a quiet confidence as he approached closer. "But, I suppose that is normal, at least I seem to recall father said he travelled far sometimes when he would attend tourneys before."

The auburn-haired maiden did not exactly seem like the shirking-violet kind of lady. "Lucky for us, we did not have to travel far, as we are a bannerhouse to the Meadows," Mari offered, maybe guessing that Leovall hadn't heard of the Tremaines. "If I may ask, is this your first time competing in an event like this?"

[Leovall Marten]

"It's the furthest I've travelled for one." Leovall agrees. As he was closer he could regard her more as they conversed. The titbit about being a bannerhouse to the Meadows was stored away as useful. "You may and it is Lady Mariessa. Until now I've only attended these to watch or assist those competing. Now, well, now it is my turn to experience things." He flushed with pride at the thought. Reaching up for his mantle he unfastens it, taking it under his right arm. "Do I look so young my lady?"

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"Hmmm..." Mari's lips pursed as she studied him a little more closely. Leovall did seem to have many of the similar traits of her father; bright eyes, blonde hair, a beard. Though the younger man's beard didn't looke quite the same as her father's.

"Well, you certainly do not look old, ser," she teased at first. "But young? I can't think you are that much older than myself! Ah, but then again... a lady is not supposed to say her age, I believe? Regardless, it's my first time attending anything like this, so it is all rather exciting."

Her fingers idly brushed away some of the hair from her neck, swooping the braid over to one shoulder.

[Leovall Marten]

Pleased enough with her response and not at all minding the teasing, which he was used to from his relatives, he dips his head and smiles agreeably. "So it should be. I truly can't wait for it all to begin."

It took a little effort for him to turn away from her and to look over the event grounds once more. "It will be a different sight entirely when the stands are full and people are running this way and that during the events."