Be our guest (Day 3 LE)

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

"Seems... simple enough," Ywain said hesitantly, "Who starts?"

[Talieas Corbray]

"Since I'm host tonight..." Smiling rather cheerfully he placed the bottle down on the rug in front of him, crouched and gave it a good spin.

It was Ywain!

"So, what'll it be Ywain - challenge, candour or covenant?"

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

Ywain stroked his chin pondering what to do. He was first pick so he'd have to play it by ear and go with his instincts.

"Challenge then," he said with some confidence.

What could go wrong?

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya chuckled lightly, she was not surprised by the young knight's recalcitrance to opt for candour, but she was certain he had never played before. He is in forr a shock.

[Talieas Corbray]

"And a grand challenge it shall be!" Tal declares. This one he'd thought out in advance. "Ser Ywain Kestrel of House Kestrel, noble knight and glorious protector of the Vale... you are hereby challenged to perform a hand stand and to hold it for ten whole seconds!"

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

"Well... that shouldn't be too hard. I haven't had that much mead yet," he gave a laugh as he moved towards where there was a bit more room and, after a moment's concentration, placed his hands on the ground before kicking off into a handstand.

[Talieas Corbray]

"Tsk. If only you'd finished your cup first!" Tal teases in a playful tone. "Okay then - 10, 9, 8..." He counted down, not quite being mean enough to slow down toward the end. Would Ywain make it? It was at least funny seeing him upside down.

[Kaliya Redding]

"Yet being the operrative worrd," Kaliya purred, beginning to ponder what she will ask when it was her turn to present a challenge or question.

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

"I can hear you you know," Ywain chimed in as the count neared its end. He had proven to be somewhat capable in terms of simple athletic feats. The count would run out and he would return his feet to the ground triumphantly. "Haha! A solid victory there. So I just spin this bottle, then?" he asked rhetorically as he promptly spun it settling upon Kaliya.

"Ah, it is our guest's turn. challenge, candour or covenant M'lady?"

[Kaliya Redding]

"I am afrraid I am no good at handstands, I suppose I shall have to begin with candourr. Ask away."

[Talieas Corbray]

"Aye, well done, well done. A solid victory." He would have said upon Ywain's success.

Sitting back he sipped his drink and waited to see what Ywain would ask.

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

"Hmmmm," the knight held his chin in thought, "Have you... ever... um, been to King's Landing?"

That was terrible. We need to think one up while it is other people's turn.

[Kaliya Redding]

Smiling at the innocent question, "I have not. In fact, I have neverr been furrtherr norrth than the Rreach." Kaliya reached for the bottle and gave it a deft twirl, she'd done this sort of thing before. It twirled for a time before coming to rest, pointing squarely at the Wydman heir.

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn smiled an sighed. "Well then...." He stretched. "Challenge, melady. A knight must be courageous, aye?"

[Talieas Corbray]

Talieas gave a good clap. "That's the spirit Lord Warryn."

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya pursed her lips, studying Warryn for several long moments. She already had something, more than a little bawdy, but nothing scandalous. "Verry well," she purred, "but courrage alone does not win fairr maidens. Stand and favourr us with a rrendition of Meggett Was a Merry Maid, a Merry Maid Was She," Kaliya named a tavern song that outstripped The Dornishman's Wife for drunken tawdriness.

[Warryn Wydman]

"A rendition eh?" Hrm.... Warryn pursed his lips, then took a sip, before starting to sing. His rendition included the classic lines of "Megget was a merry maid, deeply from Lannister gold paid", as well as "friendly from the front, friendly from the back". Oh, and of course the line about three dragons and one maid.

Warryn did have a nice singing voice, surprisingly.

[Talieas Corbray]

Does he know that one? Tal found himself rubbing his cheek. I hope I don't need to teach him the lyrics. Thankfully he did not and Warryn indeed knew it. Knew it well in fact!

[Kaliya Redding]

Applauding, "wonderrful, a voice like that will no doubt sway any hearrt."

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn smiled. "Well, it is not one I often make use of." He extended a hand to the bottle, and rolled it. "Lady Redding... you are in focus yet again. What do you choose?"

D3 LE, bottle, 1 - Kaliya, 2- Tal, 3- Ywain: 1d3 1

[Kaliya Redding]

She spread her hands in a gesture of defeat, "I shall hold my covenant, therrforre I must accept yourr challenge. What shall it be?"

[Talieas Corbray]

A few more quaffs of mead. It was getting rather interesting!

[Warryn Wydman]

"Well, Lady Redding. I am not well versed in Dornish culture, so I am hoping perhaps that you would entertain us with a dance from the Southron Kingdom?" He asked as he drank.

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya took a deep draught of her mead and put the cup aside. "Take carre," she warned in a teasing tone, leaning forward, "you arre about to see some terribly scandalous ankles." So saying, she unfastened the boots she had worn, slipping them off to reveal stockinged feet.

Rising, "now, you shall have to use yourr imaginations, because this drress is all wrrong forr the kind of dance I am about to perrforrm." She moved to stand between the three men, closing her eyes for a few moments and humming softly to herself. Slowly, beginning with her wrists, spreading up her arms, she began to make graceful, serpentine movements that turned and undulated like vipers.

And she began to step from side to side, light footfalls that began to trace a pattern that grew more and more complex as she went on. The delicate steps turned her gradually in circle, ensuring that none of the three knights missed a thing as her entire body began to twist and writhe in suggestive, sinuous rhythm.

The dance continued for some time, certainly longer than Warryn's performance. She twisted and twined, bent and stretched, lithe and flexible, her layered skirts rustling with her movements. Until, eventually, her movements slowed, drew back in closer to her body, fading away like the ebbing tide, and she was still once more.

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn clapped as the dance finished. "Don't worry Lady Redding, your ankles are safe with us." He smiled. "That was nicely done, melady. I cannot imagine how it would look with the right dance... quite lovely, I am sure." He smiled, and glanced at the others.