Brewing Calm (D1 EA Tremaine Pavillions)

[Maester Simon]

Simon sat by his pavilion on a small shoddy chair, his locks danging over his eyes as he stirred a concoction of something in a tin mug he held in his lap. Despite the warmth of the day, thin trail of smoke rose from the cup as pungent scent of herbs lingered in the air. Brushing his stray hair behind his ear, the young man took a sip from his mug and grimaced, looking around him as he did so.

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent made her way through the guest pavilions, intending to get a lay of the land, but paused when she ran across... he must be a maester. He had the chain. Lucky bastard, crossed her mind, but she stamped it down. He was young and... way... prettier, for lack of a better word, than she'd come to expect of most she'd met. Curious, she approached, but was quickly hit by the pungent scent of herbs, which only raised her curiosity. So she paused and curtsied, approaching. "Good afternoon, Maester. Alicent Feyther, daughter of Barrish and Arina Feyther, of the Westerlands."

[Maester Simon]

"Oh.." startled from his reverie, Simon shook his head gently, his dark hair cascading on his face for a moment before he regained his senses and reached to brush his stray locks where they belonged. Clearing his voice, he looked up at Alicent, offering her a shy smile. "Good afternoon Lady Alicent." Feythers, feythers... yeah, Westerlands so tied to Lannisters maybe. Maybe not a house that great. Simon ran a mental inventory. "Well met. I am Simon. I'm serving house Tremaine of Reach." he hoped that'd would be enough. "May I be of assistance?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She watched him shake his head. Yeah, "pretty" is definitely the right word. What a misfortune for the women of the world, she noted with an odd sort of amused detachment. "Ah, I just met Lord Marten Tremaine earlier. He was most kind," she replied with a smile. "Pleased to meet you, Simon. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I was curious what you've made there. I couldn't identify the scent."

[Maester Simon]

"Lord Marten is a just and kind man." Simon nodded, not knowing what else to say. He didn't know how lucky he was not having to lie about his liege. "Oh this. It's fewerfew and pinch of lavender. Nothing special really." he took a sip of the cup, grimacing as the bitter taste washed over his mouth. Holding the cup is hands, his long fingers wrapping around the small mug he looked at Alicent again. "Both soothe mild headaches. Doesn't smell or taste like much, but that tends to be the way with remedies."

[Alicent Feyther]

She nodded, looking interested despite his assurance that it wasn't anything much. "I didn't know that... I haven't had as much chance to study medicine as I would have liked."

[Maester Simon]

"Hmm?" Simon's eyebrows rose as he studied the girl before him. Fair of hair and purple of eyes. Purple? That means... man. Valyrians. How? I guess that won't matter. Blinking for a moment, the young maester then settled his eyes on the awfully pretty Feyther girl. "Uh.. Lady Alicent has interest in such things?" Medicine was hardly a lady-like interest but it wasn't as if Feythers were his under his wing, figuratively. "How that came to be?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She smiled a little. "I'm interested in learning about any subject I can get my hands on. So it falls under that category... I always have been."

[Maester Simon]

"Hee." Maester's at the citadel had had all kinds of opinions when it came to women and as most maesters living in Old Town rarely interacted with women, many of the ideas were built on theory rather than practice. "Uh..." Simon recalled the words of Maester Aesop. If the fucking nobles ever stopped to think beyond their own petty problems, everyone would be better off. Nodding, he offered Alicent a smile. "..that is a noble pursuit. Maybe something some find unbecoming to a lady, yet one that will surely serve your House well. I take you know your letters?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She smiled a little and nodded. "In more than one language, yes."