(2018-06-05) Noble Wagers
Everythings a Gamble, Love Most of All
carina joana 
Gardens
Summary:
Carina patrols the garden, summoned to remove a commoner that has wandered in, Raffiano and Joana join in to discuss young love and the city of Matora
Related:
Includes a little bit of Mistaken
Misc Info:
Carina and Raffiano continue random ramblings, Joana is new to the city. Raffiano misreads the mannerisms of Joana as she meets him and the Wyvern Guard Carina
raffiano 

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| Carina (Recognize) |
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| Success |
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| Skill: 4 Mod: 0 Total: 4 |
| Roll: 3 Status: |
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"Oh no you don't!" The words can be heard over the din of the soft rain as it falls from the silvery gray skies. It is just a brief shower, but it has the Wyvern with her hood of her cloak over her hair to protect against the elements. Just inside the gates is a small gathering and several noble ladies with their own hooded cloaks are pointing an accusatory finger towards a younger male. "You are not allowed in here, this garden is for nobls only and you are not allowed!" The younger lad gives a cheeky smile to the ladies, "To guard such beauty so jealously and hold it so closely not to share?" He seems nonchalant in manner and as Carina gives her attention that way there is no interruption from her. The situation continues for a moment with the ladies attempting to shame the younger lad into leaving 'their' garden, partly blocking the entrance.

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| Raffiano (Dex) |
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| Success |
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| Attribute: 12 Roll: 3 |
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There are stairs, and even doors, leading into the garden from House Albrici. No doubt about that. And then there is Raffiano. A grown man, one could say, and still taking other ways down from his balcony. Thankfully close by virtue of only being on the second story, he manages to shimmy down some wall moldings and such. As if he knows the footholds well enough. So being blocked from the gate himself. He certainly comes on the tail end of the ongoings. "What's this, not sharing guarded beauty?" A hand rubs his head, he gets out of the flower bed even. "Surely I'm missing something." He's not putting two and two together that the young lad doesn't belong. But gives pause, there is a face he knows. Rain starts to darken little dots at his shoulders, ghankfully its only a soft rain, hopefully gone before he is too soaked. "This lad is after your beauty, Signora Carina?" As if its reason for Raffiano to draw a sword, on his honor even.

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| Carina (Awareness) |
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| Success |
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 5 Status: |
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*

Ever since.. well just since, Carina lazily gives her attention to the second story of the Albrici Piazzo while the ladies try and get the younger male to leave. The group is only slightly watched now and again, perhaps waiting for an escalation before interfering into the fray. It's as she watches the original way that the Albrici nobleman gets down from the window that the Wyvern finds amusing. "The lad," she confesses at the question with a smirk, "Has every right to be here. He is a younger cousin in one of the great houses and has only just arrived in town with his sister. The noble ladies are quite wrong, but I will only straighten it if the lad indicates he needs assistance." Still amused, she tilts her head, "My beauty, Signore?"

*

A brow lifts as he looks towards the lad and listens, Raffiano ponders and adds his own thoughts. He's want to do that, whether asked for opinions or not, "The turning away. He's perhaps said too much and they no longer want his company. Probably wishing he was but common and easily chased away." A sigh, as if he knows that turning away all too well. Though his dramatics seem feigned more than real in the moment. "Should we wager on how soon it gets to needing intervention, or who will leave first. The group of ladies or the lad?" A grin, amused himself at that thought, he turns more towards Carine. "You act so shocked, and yet it is true. The guarded beauty not being shared, from a lad such as this, is not the flowers of the garden, but of the signora he has his eye on. If it is you, I shall see at once to remove him from these gardens. I will not stand competition such as this." Teasing, but maybe something in there a little real. Typical Matoran male.

*

"Or perhaps they have no want to share the garden because he showed no interest in them. I have seen it, the dainty nobles who want all of the attention on them alone." Carina muses quietly to him and as the rain lightens, glances over to the group again. The lad has stepped around the ladies and further into the gardens, leaving them with their mistaken righteous indignation. They sputter and gasp and he goes along about his business, plucking a single flower and turning, tucking it between his teeth he takes a bow, flaunting his position to the ladies with a flourish before walking along the path and disappearing soon enough. The gaggle of ladies start following after but at a stealthier pace, now keeping an eye on him.
"I think the lad is leading them around as he intended." Her smile turns a little lopsided, "I think the lad has found his lady to lead around." A considering look his way. "Competition? Is there a line for my affections? Or wagers?"

*

Watching as she speaks, Raffiano considers the lad and the flower in his teeth. "He tries too much, but as you say, all that effort is what the girls seek yes?" He considers, then chuckles a little. "Noble women are a curious creature." As if he hasn't spent much time chasing noble girls, but his grin is there just the same. He turns more to her, catching that considering look. "If there is a line, I would dispatch it. All for your wagers, it is an easy win. I'll take your money any day you wish Carine." A chuckle again, a shrug, "And your affection. Should I pluck flowers and compare them to you? Surely they do not compare, but we should try this?" He looks around, "There an apple tree, it has a sweet blossom." He heads over to some tree, hopefully an apply tree, and plucks a late spring bloom from its branches. "Carina, this flower is delicate and sweet, like you, but you are far more tempting to my eyes. This flower will fall apart soon, you will remain to stand against time." He brings it over, an offering. "It is sweet of scent, but not as likely to put me in my place should we spar. A juxtaposition, you bring out the true beauty of this flower, I am certain."

*

"I think he tries too much also. There is a lot to be said for understated and less flamboyance. Maybe something more steady and honest than flashy and fake." Carina crinkles her nose with distaste there. "Some nobles are different than others, perhaps. Not all are the same. And there is certainly no line trying to gain my attentions, I assure you. I wagered on the noble games once and lost tremendously." There's a flash of doubt in her eyes and she laughs to cover it. "I'm afraid there's not much money to take. Not that I'd wager anyway. I keep my savings and only wager what I can afford and that's never everything." Watching as he plucks the apple blossom, she lowers her eyes to it and when she lifts them again, they hold amusement. "At least you can tell the apple blossom whether you can tell the fruit of the apple from the quince," just remembering the other day with a smirk. As he offers the blossom though, the amusement leaves her features and she suddenly looks more guarded even as she accepts it. "Thank you. All of your flowery words are not what I need though, to be honest. Just be yourself."

*

There is some agreement from Raffiano, "I lose at the nobles game every day I think. Not tremendously, sorry your loses where so much." There, another moment of sincerity, rare from the noble son of Albrici, but she seems to find those. "If I just say, Carina, you're beautiful, you make better company, and I'd trust you at my back in a fight. You'd probably only beleive half of it. You know, like when I teased about that lad and him having an eye for you and me needing to fend him off as competition. I'll be honest." Half a grin is back, mirth toying at his cheek to pull his lips into a smile, "I mean, the only reason I came down was I hoped it was you under that hood. I couldn't quite tell from the angle."

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After listening to him and his honesty and his predictions, Carina gives him a rather serious look as if she had something utterly and completely serious to say in return. However, as she begins, a hint of the same mirth she finds in his expression finds its way into hers. "In other words, Signore, you are telling me it is my own fault you risked life and limb climbing down from your window?"

*

"Exactly that, I saw the red cloak," nods Raffiano, turning his eyes over her features as if reading all her signals there that could be mirth. Or learning what they could be, sensing that hint returning to her expression. "I could have been entirely wrong too, but then I would have spent time walking about the city, causing trouble in the hopes you'd be sent to deal with it. How else do I find you?"

*

"I think," Carina begins, "You have had very little trouble finding me in the past. Or I seem to find you. Whichever you prefer to believe and whatever is easiest for me to face." Again, a hint of that mirth, but it is a touch self deprecating this time, perhaps hiding from the truth as best she can.

*

"I think," Carina begins, "You have had very little trouble finding me in the past. Or I seem to find you. Whichever you prefer to believe and whatever is easiest for me to face." Again, a hint of that mirth, but it is a touch self deprecating this time, perhaps hiding from the truth as best she can. Her brows lift and she laughs lightly, "Do you really go looking for trouble and red cloaks? There is an easier way you know."

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"I think you're finding me," grins Raffiano, taking a selection even though she made it as a statement. "And I like it." Whehter he sees the hint of self debrection or not, the smile in her laugh is what matters to him most of all. "Yes, I wait on the bridge usually. It seems if I even start thinking of trouble, you find me." That answers it, but he looks at her eyes, "And what is this easier way you speak of Carina, calling for you at the barracks, all hours of the night? I worry that will earn me a boot to my face." As someone else throws it at him to shut him up, he offers that jokingly.

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Joana arrives from the Via Principale.

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Joana has arrived.

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There's just a hint of a smile at the guess of her finding him but Carina doesn't confirm or deny it either, leaving the interpretation to his claim. "How many times have I found you on the bridge? I have even heard about your antics there, tossing apple cores at other nobles." Again, amusement colors her tone and she glances towards the bridge, nearby where the barracks are located. "I think a boot to your face or a sword to your gut. Whichever happened first, would greet you. Unless you were one of the company."

*

They're not far from where the open gardens here are near the walls of House Albrici. Raffiano is grinning and going with that interpretation indeed. It definitely works for him. "I would never," grins Raffiano, "That's a long and involved story. Needless to say, I put the core in the barrel, some urchin tossed it out and towards another noble. I was caught in the middle of that mess." Likely story of course. Then he laughs a little, "See, so that is clearly not this easier way to go looking for you then. I will confess, I am curious though, what is this way. Should I wish to employment. Swords to guts or, you know, calling from windows, is probably something I should avoid, if their is a simpler way that is."

*

The gardens have been a comfortable spot to meet other highborn lords and ladies in Matora since Joana's arrival, but chaperoned by her mother, the young woman seems to be perpetually out of place among her kith and kin of the Matoran side of her family, carrying herself with a bit of unsure awkwardness and toying with a plait made out of her frizzy curls. The lady's made her rounds to all nobles present, and at the beckoning of her mother she dips a shallow curtsey and a shy, "Good day, signor, signora," in a distinct accent, blushing just a bit as she speaks.

*

"In a random barrel that some street urchin happened to be staying in?" It actually did sound unlikely and Carina wears a dubious expression. "While it is a good story and likely not the result of you going looking for me, it's just enough unbelievable to believe it." Or something. She glances back when she hears the tittering of the noble ladies who had gone chasing after the young lad earlier, and they are all flounced around him, flirting. "You ask me where I'll be and I will tell you, or wait outside the barracks every morning and find me leaving?" Just a couple of suggestions and she looks up towards the Albrici Palazzo. "Or from your tower window there over the gardens. I patrol here at least once a day." Hearing the greeting, Carina turns and dips her head in greeting, "Signora, good day to you as well. Are you finding the gardens to your liking?"

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"You have caught on to my motiff, unbeleivable enough to almost be believed," grins Raffian, "If I could read my own writing and could spell much better than I can, I'd write that one down. For the annals of time, its good one." His gaze follows her to the ladies, "They have realized their mistake, and seem to have made amends. It was like some trap, maybe he had his mind on no one, and some winner will be chosen amongst the flock as the longer seek to compete for his attention, one by one?" See, wagers could have been made all along. His gaze turns back to Carina, "If you come by my window, be sure …" He is about to say something but another nears them and greets them even. The accent noted, he turns with Carina, inclining his head. "Good day Signora." He would say or ask more, but Carina has addressed that and he looks on with curiousity to see how she is finding the gardens for the now.

*

Joana is still and says little to nothing — and there's perhaps even a question of whether she's fully understood the conversation played out before her, as she habitually turns to playing at the end of her braid before her mother slaps her fidgeting hand softly. Finally, she answers Carina: "Indeed they are, signora. Far more beautiful than anything in my homeland," she confesses, though there's no sign of earnesty on her flat face. "And I have met many fine people." Though the lady comes off as more of a trained parrot than speaking her true feelings for the now.

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"In my line of work, my sword does my talking and my writing for me." Carina flashes him a smile at the confession. "I had no desire to bet on the nobles and who would care to keep the score of which is favored among them." Just letting that go, she does not look towards them but curious to him when he ceases what he was about to say. After greeting the foreign lady, she arches her brows to him, still curious and letting him know it, but then she focuses more on the lady with her controlling seeming chaperone. "Where is your homeland?" Perhaps the obvious question, but asked all the same. "And what brings you here?"

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| Raffiano (Awareness) |
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| Fumble! |
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 20 Status: |
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*

"You are wise," chuckles Raffiano, "That game would be different tomorrow even among the same individuals. Such is the life." A shrug from him at the thought, "I shall heed the advice, to let me sword talk for me." A slight brow raises in curiousity at the thought but he lets it go for now. As Joana speaks, Raffiano remains focused. He doesn't catch on so much that her response is practiced or trained. Being a noble himself even, and perhaps trained similarly. Instead he grins pleasantly. "I am glad you enjoy the fine people here of Matora. I will advise a word of caution, there is a house among us that is full of the most vile sort." He leans in, conspiratorialy like, "Be leary of House Gaspari, that is all I can offer to help with fair Matora. I am glad you have met the fine people of the city though, like those of the House of Albrici." His grin is more joking at the latter comment, but the former warning was a little serious at least.

*

Joana blushes more deeply at Raffiano's words and fumbles, "Thank you," with a quick glance to her side to shrug off the awkward moment — and perhaps, to confirm if such a house is indeed as despicable as the man suggests. She bites her lip and looks to Carina again, "I am from the Kingdom of Pomesa, my lady, but my mother is a Sabastino of Matora," she explains. "So, I am staying with my cousins for quite a while as I meet this side of my family." Remembering she hasn't yet introduced herself, she coughs lightly and curtseys: "I am Senhora Joana do Raposa."

*

"It is a good idea." Carina says of allowing his sword to talk for him. It's when he speaks of his current rival house due to a vindicti that the Wyvern mercenary smirks and turns more of her attention fully to the noble lady. "Sabastino is a good house, the Prince is currently residing there, or so I hear. And they recently won the tower competition at the convival." She again dips her head, "Carina Asulf, Wyvern Company."

*

Raffiano is satisfied with his thoughts on the state of affairs too, perhaps misreading again the look or turning aside of the glance of Joana. The smile raises even, with Carina agreeing with the good idea about his sword, even though she suggested it. Noble men, go figure. "A pleasure, I am Signore Raffiano di Albrici," he tosses in among the greetings. "Yes, Sabastino is a good house. From all I have seen. Perhaps the better known of the houses, at present. Pomesa." The Kingdom name muttered with some thought on the name itself, as if placing it in his mind. Even if he doesn't know the exact location and such. "If you are enjoying Matora, I would venture to say it is the cousins you have met. They do host enjoyable events. I never did meet that Prince. Have you had the chance?"

*

"Now and then, yes. He's quite the interesting figure," Joana confirms to Raffiano and seems to brighten up genuinely when she elaborates, looking both in the eye. "I suppose that's what I truly enjoy about Matora. Castelo do Raposa was a bit of a backwater and it's a lovely change to meet so many people from all across the world, to hear so many stories, and read them, too." Rambling, she smiles. "I am pleased to meet you both, and perhaps my cousins will host another event like that soon."

*

"I should visit at some point, but it would be selfish if it were only to see the Prince. I saw him at the last feast, but never was afforded the chance to meet him." Raffiano continues being chatty, he doesn't mind. More like he could probably enjoy socializing, one could say. "Sure it is not so bad, your Castelo do Raposa. I think some times I like the visitors we receive here. Feels like the center of the world. But then, its hard to escape from others and just find time to one self." Nodding, even others are in these gardens for the nobles, his eyes look around to various groups. It strikes him, "Well, I suppose I could retire to me room, but not quite the same as just having space to move about without running into so many others."

*

"Yes," Joana chuckles a bit. "I do love retreating to my room and holing myself up with all my books, but —" She winces when she turns to her mother, "I think it's appropriate to also meet a few more people, too." Then, more candidly: "I have always enjoyed hearing tales of places afar like the Eastern Empire. I'm sure the prince wouldn't be offended by a request for an audience, either," she smiles.

*

"See, if I was better able to read, it might be more enjoyable," retreating to rooms, but Raffiano grins a little. "I suppose that is the same as visiting the Spettacolo for a little training. But only if I want to let Carina best me again." A grin towards her while she's silent, and he continues filling in with conversation just the same. "See there, that' just want someone from the East would say. They love hearing tells of Pomesa. And then you are the one full of stories. Like, a sibling having troubles mounting a horse the first time or getting lost. Its country you know, but to us all not from there, its exotic. Like I'm sure the cypress and lakes near the coast or the hazelnuts in the hills, adventures around that sound boring. But maybe to someone else." He shrugs though, realizing he's rambling.

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Joana's a bit shocked: "Read well? But signore, did your parents never teach—" The lady seems to realise her errors, though, and blushes when a maternal hand stays her going off herself. She does nod at the second part, though: "It is charming around the king's court, although it can be a little provincial compared to Matora. Though I do have to say, Matora can sometimes be too lively for me," she admits bashfully.

*

Even as she reels back a little on the topic, Raffiano isn't ashamed to say, "Oh, the teachings were given, this is a case of blame the student. I was less devoted than my brother, Conte Nicolo, I admit." He can't dampen his spirits much, that would involve more care probably on the seriousness of what is at hand. To him they are just words and books in a manner of speaking. "I think we can be provincial, just that the families choose to stay more in the city?" With a turn of the thought, he scratches the back of his head and nods, "I think that's it, we have estates out in our Districts, but life seems to prefer we stay here in the city."

*

"The fact that there's a capital city on the sea — with a harbour full of ships of so many nations; of parties all the time — is in itself a marked difference to how things are in Pomesa," Joana smiles and clasps her hands to her front. "I suppose I'll have to come visit the… Albricis, sometime," she thinks to herself.

*

"Exactly that," grins Raffiano, "You should visit. Perhaps we could have the Sabastino's over with their Prince some day." He is about to go on, when at the nearby house there is a stir of noice. Mostly from a balcony on the second story. He turns up, "Someday soon even, but alas on that note, my trainig calls to me. I'm still stiff from the beating I took, but I'm getting more fluid in my sword work once again." An eye turned towards Carina, accusatino over being beaten. Then an eye up to the window. "A pleasure Signora Joana di Rasopa." Its clear, he didn't quiet listen to her name when introduced, he caught her first name and missed a little on the surname. He backs, bows and turns to leave.

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