(D3 EE) Soon the sun sets

[Leovall Marten]

With daylight slowly fading Leovall heads to the gardens of the keep to have some time to himself. It was also the last chance today for him to appreciate the flowers, still blooming happily as they were. His thoughts turned to the dressage and the future events, but swiftly moved to his cousin and the Bridges knight, then the ladies he had met and what he thought of each. He realised he was still trying to decide. In a way it was silly that men and women were expected to meet strangers at such gatherings and somehow form likely courtships with them in the space of a week or two at most. Or so he thought anyway.

Running a hand through his hair he sighs, gaze settling on a few deep red flowers that reminded him of his House. Like Lili I can't put it off much longer.

[Alicent Feyther]

Another stressed about possible betrothals or lack thereof was passing through the garden thoughtfully. Despite her usually-talkative sister-in-law with her, both were relatively quiet. Most of the noise of their coming was in the whisper of the slightly lustrous mauve fabric of her dress.

She paused when she saw the young man she'd spoken to the other day, however. "Good evening, milord. You're looking pensive. Are you well?"

[Leovall Marten]

Does it show that much? Leovall rubs his cheek self consciously after giving the pair a polite bow. "Good evening. For the most part, yes. Thank you." Smiling gently to set Alicent at ease he indicates both with a gentle wave of his hand. "And you both?" He dips his head to Alicent's companion. "Ser Leovall Marten. How do you do?" His gaze returns to Alicent and so too returns his smile. "It's nice to see you again Lady Alicent."

[Alicent Feyther]

She caught the first part, but decided not to push it. It's not like she wasn't a little thoughtful herself. "I'm mostly well. It's a pleasure to see you again. Ser Leovall, this is my sister-in-law, Dyanna. She's my brother, Caim's wife. And my nephew Davith, of course."

The other woman was carrying a child of only a few months in her arms, and curtsies with a smile. "Ser Leovall, it's a pleasure to meet you."

[Leovall Marten]

"And you Lady Dyanna. Little Davith is well behaved isn't he?" Leovall observes, walking over.

[Alicent Feyther]

Dyanna, who looked about 10 years older than Alicent, chuckled. "Well, he is right now. He's asleep." The blonde woman shifted the infant in her arms, revealing a chubby, peacefully sleeping face topped with his father's dark hair. Alicent stood to the side, smiling as they got acquainted.

[Leovall Marten]

Leovall nods in understanding, tapping his lips with a finger. "I'll try not to wake him." He says noticeably more quietly.

After having a look at the child, feeling a little curious when comparing the dark hair to Alicent's distinctly not dark hair, he looks her way for a moment too long. Quickly glancing to the side he gently clears his throat. "I'm sure he'll grow up to be big and strong. He looks very healthy."

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent doesn't demure at his gaze, meeting his eyes and smiling. Indeed, by comparison, her hair looked as pale as winter snow. When he looked away and commented, she laughed softly and said, "He is. He's very energetic when he's awake." Dyanna smiled at the compliment. "I hope so, milord."

Alicent noted, "You we're quite the rider in the dressage competition earlier."

[Leovall Marten]

He laughs softly and nods. "Cole is well trained and smart. We have an understanding." They might notice him starting to blush slightly. "I was a little too busy concentrating to see who... um, was watching."

[Alicent Feyther]

"Of those I could recognize, there were the Tremaine girls, Kylie Redwyne.... And myself and the Meadows, of course," she smiled. She took an unconscious step forward as she wondered about the reason behind the blush. "I could tell you had a natural rapport with Cole."