(2018-05-20) The Swan and the Stallion
A husband and wife discusses various matters while giving each other a codename…
marsilia 
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Summary:
While Marsilia prepares for her and Antonella's ill-advised-adventure, Vittore begins to ask too many questions.
Related:
Some preparation following a bookish beginning
Misc Info:
Any other details to add? Commentary on the intent of the scene, anything to point out, other information other players may find useful or amusing?
vittore 

After the evening's supper, Marsilia had retreated to her room. Throughout the afternoon, she looked to be in high spirits and having be succored by a lovely meal, that mood has yet to change. Where often times, she would simply head to the library once the meal was done, to catch up on some reading, this evening, she seems to be preparing for some journey of sorts. Not that the entire household wasn't busy with preparations being made for the Convivial of the Communion, but whether this event is what elicits a soft hum from the young Contessa's lips or something else, it is not entirely clear.

On the edge of the bed rests her familiar basket, filled with some books and random other knickknacks that women carry with them at all times. Marsilia, herself, stands within her large closet, hidden from the main section of the room, looking through various outfits hung within.

*

As usual, Vittore's own retreat, once dinner is behind them, is to the small office that adjoins their personal suite. It seems like there is always more to do, and of late perhaps doubly so given new agreements for trade, with various festival preparations, and so on. And yet certain business must always wait on further developments; he writes letters and invoices that will be sent, he balances ledgers and waits upon additional reports. And when all of that is done, he finds himself idle.

And this is perhaps excuse or impetus to seek his wife's company, or at least check upon her. He is still honestly unsure of the woman; their relationship has played out on a scale of weeks. To find her fussing about some unknown business somewhat reaffirms this. It's nothing she's told him of, although at first he assumes simpler explanations than the reality. "Are you preparing all of that for the Convival?" he wonders, wandering across the room, not to bother her at her wardrobe, put pausing near the bed to peer curiously at the basket, which seems somehow overpacked. Then again, women always have so many random things - what does he know if it is normal or not?

*

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| Marsilia (Deceitful) |
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| Critical Success! Deceitful |
| -
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| Deceitful |
| Trait: 11 Roll: 11 |
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*

Looking so small amid the large expanse of clothing in her closet, Marsilia's light fingers graze against various fabrics, stopping only once she feels the sturdy wool of her traveling cloak. Removing this from the rack, she takes small steps towards the front of the closet in which to now hang the thing up once more. Perhaps, to make it easier to find on the occasion, in the near future, that she would need such a thing. "I am making some plans for the Convival, yes." She says, finally poking her head from out of the closet, "I had invited my sister, Arabella, and some other ladies to accompany me in picking flowers so that we may decorate the streets and the festival grounds in beauty. We'll most likely be out the whole day, I find that the loveliest flowers blossom near the outskirts of the city, out in the vast fields." Finally, stepping out and back into the room proper, she quickly asks, "What of yourself? Are the other Lords going out hunting to bring back food for the festivities? Often times, House Sabastino would provide for such, but hunting is good recreation as well."

*

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| Marsilia (Manipulate) |
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| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 13 Status: |
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*

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| Vittore (Suspicious) |
| -----— |
| Critical Success! Suspicious |
| -
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| Suspicious |
| Trait: 13 Roll: 13 |
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*

Well, there's hardly anything unreasonable about that, is there? Collecting flowers seems the sort of thing women do. Though for whatever reason, Vittore is curious of this outing. Curious is the nice word for it, yes? It isn't precisely that he should not trust his wife, but then again, their recent troubles have painted her in a difficult light. And it is this topic to which he turns, albeit at an oblique sort of angle: "Is it not dangerous for all of you ladies to be venturing out? Particularly with the bandits and ruffians we know to be in operation?" There is just a little idle poking about in her basket, as he stands, before he comes around the bed to the further side, where at least he can see her standing at the wardrobe better. "Is that needed for such a short trip?" he wonders of the cloak, as well.

Yes, somehow… somehow this just doesn't sit with him. Maybe before, he was unfair, to accuse her, even indirectly, yet now he finds himself worrying if there is not some truth in it. "Hunting? I've not heard of it, though perhaps. Tracking game is not my best talent, even if I am a reasonable shot." At least where it comes to human targets!

*

The recent household issues has somewhat been resolved…to an extent. They know who was to blame, but to find the true culprits would be a more difficult task. Marsilia, though, doesn't seem overly bothered by any of this and she moves forward to her basket to double check to see what all that she has. It will be a few more days before her outting, so there's still time to pack the rest of it. "The Convival will wait for no one," She says dismissively, but to ease her husband's mind, she adds in, "And my brothers will be there. Not Cristofano, I'm certain— Though, he did wish to speak to regarding potential trade opportunities in the future. But no, not him. Alvise and Enzo will likely be in attendance."

To further change the subject, Marsilia asks, "I would expect that the Lords will be out hunting at some point, though to be honest, when that day comes, I'd love to be in attendance. Not for the hunting, exactly… though it would be nice to train a falcon, don't you think? But more for the conversation and atmosphere. With all of the families working together to ensure that the festivities are a success." There is a brief pause, before she randomly brings up, "Except for that thing between the Gaspari and Albrici, was it? I am curious as to what went down there…"

*

"Your brothers are going flower picking with you?" Yes, perhaps that alone is just a strange image, enough so that Vittore seizes on it when, in the absence of such, he'd not think much of her just going out with her brotehrs and sister on some excursion. Or he might encourage it, in fact, seeing it good to keep on friendly terms with her relatives, and not give the impression of keeping her locked away. "But yes, I'd quite like to speak with him. Perhaps we ought have some joint family dinner, although really he is quite welcome at any time, or I would be happy enough to go and visit their palazzo when it is not the site of some larger affair."

Maybe, turned to thoughts of trading grapes for sheep, he would be distracted from other thoughts, yet Marsilia presses on to yet another topic. "Well, I expect they might. That sort of thing usually does attract an audience so I'm sure you ladies would come along - and likely some from other houses might join in." Turning this topic around, he wonders, "When are you planning your outing? If we are to schedule a hunt, I'd not want you to miss it." It's here that any sleeping suspicions are rekindled, when she presses on one topic, and the next, and another still. "I haven't a notion."

*

"I hardly see them as picking the flowers, but they will be our chaperones, yes." Marsilia is quick to explain. Idly, she picks up one of the books from her basket to flip through it, making her look all the more thoughtful. "And I hardly would think that we would be the only ladies out and about, though I'm sure there are some families would simply sound out their servants for such tasks, but the days have been beautiful as of late, so there is no need to waste them."

She then nods her head in agreement just as she sets her book back into her basket, "Yes, that is a splendid idea. Just our families, though I'm sure that both you and Cristofano will find some time after the meal to conduct business, if you so wish. And Arabella so wishes to get a better look at my new home."

Moving forward once more on silk covered feet, Marsilia ventures towards the closet once again, as if seeking something or other. She hovers closer to Vittore's side of the closet and just as she did earlier, idly runs her fingers across the various fabrics hung within. "It will be in a few days time." She pauses to turn and look over her shoulder at her husband through the closet's wide door. "It is kind of you to be so thoughtful in wanting to ensure that this hunt does not interfere with my outting." Though to the discussion of the vindicti, she does state, "It's good to keep track of such things… perhaps you should reach out to one or both families. Though, I'm sure that you know the Gaspari the most out of the both of them."

*

"Yes, that sounds splendid," Vittore says of the meal. The rest, well, he seems to have accepted at whatever length may have been involved, even if the notion of all the siblings frolicking in the fields seems a little strange. But they're her siblings, not his, so what would he know of it? "Do you think it would be the best if the two of you arranged the details, then? If your sister keeps the social calendar, that is." In lieu of a wife, perhaps.

All that said, he sits at the edge of the bed, idly watching, perhaps putting any nagging concerns aside. As much as she has caused him these odd moments of worry, he sometimes feels a little guilty of it; it seems a poor thing for a husband to be so untrusting. Though her extended fussing in the closet does make him tilt his head. "Is there something you're looking for?" And just as he'd sat a moment prior, he's up again, walking to stand behind and to one side of her her, hand placed at the small of her back. Now it's he looking over her shoulder, though only to search the wardrobe for whatever garment might be offending by its absence.

*

"No, Cristofano tends to handle his own schedule." Marsilia decides to inform her husband. In fact, she says this rather proudly of her brother. "So, if you wish, I could schedule a meeting with him for you, or else you could extend that yourself. Which ever you feel fit to do." Her idle rummaging through the closet has brought her to a section where the belts are being stored, but rather than focus her attention on any of them, she spins around on her the balls of her feet to meet with her husband's gaze directly now when he comes in to join her. Her chin lifted, she peers up at his solemn features, "I'm just milling about, to be honest. The festival has me both excited and a little nervous, especially as I will not be competing alongside my family this time around in the various competitions." Shaking her head quickly, she decides to take a few steps forward so that she is hovering beside her own outfits once again.

Then out of the blue, she asks the most random of questions, "You remember Signora Antonella di Capello, right? The one who was interested in the squirrels..? She had asked me the other day, what animal I believed I was most like. And I had no answer for her, having never thought about silly things like that before. What do you think?" It's not clear on whether she's asking what animal that she was most like or if her husband thought that it was a silly thing.

*

"Well either. If you seem him soon, perhaps, do mention it. And elsewise I'm sure enough to have cause to speak with him at one of the various events going on." Until she turns around, Vittore peers over with idle curiousity, although there's only so much he can make out, and hardly anything of interest in his spare belts. "Really, are you sure you're not looking for something? You've not lost anything else now, have you?" By the time she turns around, she can see that he is smiling, intending this last as a joke, albeit one that ribs at her difficulties a little. The hand that would have rested on her back shifts to her side inside, joined by the other opposite it, and as she promptly turns and seeks to rush off again he draws her a little back to him.

"What's there to be nervous over? They're just silly games. Fun for show and celebration and a bit of bragging, but not cause for anxiousness. Not like putting out fires in the middle of a siege. And you managed that." It does seem an important point to him, that she feel as comfortable amidst her new family as the old. "You'll be in good care. Corso will be leading the team, those games have always been more his fancy than mine. And you get on well with Colette, don't you?" All of this he assumes is fairly normal for the woman to fret over, so normal in fact that the strange question that follows does seem to catch him rather off guard. "Er. Yes, I remember the lady, if not the whole of that odd conversation. It was a little strange." It seems his answer trends to the latter, that he'd not assume she would require (or be flattered by) an animal comparison!

*

The gentle ribbing that Vittore gives her in regards to losing things would be met with a look of indignation from the young woman if her own sharp gaze did not note the humored expression on his features. Marsilia had put up with enough of that, especially after the initial days of learning about the incident. "About that…" She speaks of it now and despite the various other things which she has to deal with with the coming festival and this outting, that one incident continues to plague her as well. "Have you spoken to the city guards? Perhaps they have heard of something." There is this look of determination on her features when she says this.

Though it does quickly fade away, when she is drawn back a bit from her wanderings to rest within her husband's embrace. Her entire body initially becomes frigid in surprise, but her muscles eventually relax and her own hands fall to be placed lightly against the back of Vittore's arms. She does quiet down some now, though as the conversation continues, she does state in a firm voice, "I only wish for our family to do well." This is the perfectionist in her speaking, "But let's not think about that too much… aside from the fact that we may need to gather the family and staff for a practice run of this tower that needs to be built." Surely, the household will be happy to hear of this!

Without moving an inch further, she considers once more, her chin now lifting once more to stare her green eyes up at her husband's features. "I am curious… a little." Her brow wrinkles a tiny bit when she says this, almost as if she were embarrassed to be inquiring further for all her usual seriousness. Her sudden bouts of whimsy may seem odd, "What sort of creature would be represent me." Is this a test? Is it a trap!

*

The fact that she *does* look briefly annoyed means that the joke landed correctly, so this causes Vittore to smile a little more - or perhaps it is the way she eventually eases into even the light embrace. "Hmm?" he wonders as she promptly pivots on the thought, using his jab as a jumping off point for further pondering. "Well, of course we've made general inquiries, but you know how they are. Generally, if there's no great disturbance, they pay little attention. And they're prone enough to bribery that it wouldn't be hard to get a particular patrol to look away at a necessary moment. With theft and smuggling, I imagine as many are in on it as not." He definitely has a certain distrust of the mercenary sort!

The idea of them running drills in the courtyard causes him to smirk, but he notes: "If it will make you feel less anxious, go right ahead. It would be good if everyone wasn't too rusty." Yet posing to him that question, the man looks visibly unsure. It does smell a trap, the sort that women like to lay, with but the one right answer among many pitfalls. "I couldn't say I had given it a lot of thought. Perhaps an ermine?" Known, and popular in heraldry, for their pure winter coats as a symbol of the same - for chastity, fidelity and even justice, though also on occasion (perhaps for their changing color) for mischief. "Or a swan?" as he picks something well known for beauty and also for certain religious and pure symbolism. He probably doesn't realize that they're such dicks. "I'm not much of a zoologist," he admits, with a laugh.

*

"Will Corso and the other family guards be on the lookout then?" Marsilia continues to prod about this matter, uncertain if she, herself, puts trust in mercenaries. Even though, none of this is clearly her fault in any way, so she'd like to believe, it does bother her overly much that she would attempt such adven—

Perhaps these thoughts help to solidify what she feels needs to be done, the young Contessa continues on with more self-assurance to her tone, especially at the idea of tower building practices. "There was a time, once, when I was a child, that I was chosen to be placed at the top of the tower. It's both a frightening and thrilling position to be in with how the tower would sway so. So I do know of the importance of practice. Otherwise, it may prove a disastrous way the Paragons." While this is uttered in her usual matter-of-fact tone, she too, adds a hint of humor to her words.

Then on to the last subject at hand, it's almost as if Marsilia need not think any further about it, when she openly decides to say, "I see you as a stallion of sort. A magnificent steed." Perhaps, it's his hair that reminds her so much of a horse's mane. "That or a falcon. There is something majestic about you, your appearance, how you present yourself…"

*

"I think the likelihood, given the timing of everything, is that they've probably succeeded in secreting the stolen goods away by now, either in one of hundreds of nameless warehouses in the city, or even beyond the walls," Vittore admits with a bit of a frown. "At this point, it might be wisest to see if we can track down a buyer and try and catch them that way. Of course Corso will go if we get any firm lead, along with a few men, to sort it out."

But at the fear she admits, albeit with whatever tinge of thrill as well, the man gives an amused laugh. "I did it too, but only when I was quite young, as I was a fairly nimble lad." Here, he holds her just a little closer. "But you're no child now, even if you're small enough. so have no fear. I'd not risk you up there. But you're right of course, that we'd best give a care not to send any of our people on to their eternal rewards."

There is, also, a sense of him waiting on whatever reaction from her, for this animal business… and Vittore may almost look dissapointed, or mildly annoyed that he doesn't get one. Yet this is no doubt eased by her own suggestion. "Oh, a stallion? I like the sound of that, admittedly. Rather virile." And given their closeness, the suggestion may rather put ideas in his head, his hands playing idly at her sides, as if admiring her figure.

*

Marsilia will leave the worries about the missing silk to her husband to deal with, or at the very least, she will pretend to do so and not utter another word about it for the rest of the evening. Idly, her gaze slowly moves over the contents of the closet once more, giving the drawer holding the belts and sheathes once last look. For the rest of the evening, there will be no more planning or preparing and that puts her further at ease… or it would, if she weren't always so wound up over every little thing. She still had to get used to the fact that she was married and where her form becomes rigid at the admiration given her, she knows well enough what her duties are. "So you agree then?" And with those words, she pats him gently on the arm now, "It is getting late and we should retire to bed." Keeping a wifely hand on his arm as she gently leads the way, she does finally offer up a response to his suggestions, "A Swan? Brilliant."

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