08.28.2013: A Garden Encounter
Summary: Solon meets with Sammel and Elodie in the garden and a conversation ensues.
Date: 28 Aug 2013
Related: None
Elodie Sammel Solon 

Penthouse Gardens
High up in the Fortress of Phylon, the lift opens to a garden atrium. The residential sections of the tower devoted to the Cindravale family and their guests rise up all around the patch of water and greenery, but here in the center is an oasis of nature. Sunlight is brought down from above by a cunning array of mirrors, and an electrostatic shield protects the garden from inclement weather. Arched doorways open up to corridors on all sides, leading back to private rooms and penthouses. The garden itself is centered around a fishpond with a sunken area at the middle where the waters are held back by transparent composites. A table and chairs allow people to sit and meet while looking out over the pond from water level. Around the pond are a variety of flowering bushes, shrubs, and trees, creating a fragrant, green preserve in the center of the Fortress.
28 Aug 3013

The sounds of the brush as it meets canvas is light and soothing, the mixture of colors used to get just the right color of blue being carefully administered to the canvas as Solon does his best to bring out the color of the fishpond within the gardens. The rest of the canvas is empty, it would seem that the man has just begun this little project. Pausing in his strokes, he takes a single step back and lets his eyes take in the pond, then the canvas, and then the pond again. Stepping back up to the canvas, he dabs the brush into a small container of paint once again before expanding the pond that is on the canvas.

A figure that is becoming more familiar around the family apartments is the slight, dark haired young doctor of Iah. Her hair is mostly left loose, flowing down her back, although the front has been pulled clipped back away from her face. Blue eyes match the blue of the stones in the brooches at her shoulders, and she walks quietly, eyes half closed to enjoy the 'sun' in the garden. Although she is beginning to dress with a little more of a Cindravale fashion, she still retains some of the ornamentation and simple lines of Niveus. She opens her eyes as she comes around the pond, pausing as she recognizes the heir as the artist. "My Lord," she greets quietly with a proper curtsy when it seems she won't be disturbing him to do so. "Good Afternoon. I hope I do not disturb, I am waiting for Sir Sammel."

Pausing during a stroke at the sound of Elodie's voice, Solon places the brush down carefully before turning to face the Lady, a warm smile upon his lips. A foot comes forward as if he is going to step closer to her, instead he offers her a courteous bow. An actual bow too, from the waist. Straightening up, he finally speaks, his voice light, with a distinct tone of formality and respect. "May I assume that you are the Lady Elodie? It seems such a shame that I have not yet had the pleasure to make your acquaintance, My Lady. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sir Solon Cindravale." He places a hand on his chest and tilts his head and chest forward in another bow of sorts. "I am afraid that I have not seen Sir Sammel today, shall I escort you to his chambers to see if he is within?"

Elodie gives a little laugh and nods her head. "You may assume so, my lord, as your assumptions would be correct," she replies, "although I generally don't allow people to make assumptions of my person, I will be generous in this case." She pauses, and then tilts her head, a mild look of concern coming to her features. "Was that all right? I am trying to learn to… banter with people, to chat and maybe fit in a little more. On Niveus we are more straight forward, and generally speak little," she explains. "It is indeed a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Sir Solon. Sir Sammel will be expecting to find me here, so I will remain, but I can continue on my walking if you wish to go back to your painting.

There's a bit of whistling that's heard from a little bit away from the pool area, and soon thereafter, the aforementioned Sir Sammel is making his way into the area. Looking a bit relaxed, the whistling falters briefly as he sees the people present, since whistling and smiling widely is a bit hard at times, but very soon, he manages to finish the melody before he makes his way the rest of the way over. "Cousin," he greets Solon, before he steps the rest of the way over to Elodie, offering her a wider smile now. "Hey. Sorry I was a bit late to come out here."

Solon laughs lightly, nodding to the Lady Elodie. "Indeed, Lady Elodie. Please accept my sincere apologies for making those assumptions. You seem to be picking things up quite well, and if you don't mind me saying so, others have had nothing but good things to say about you. If it isn't presumptuous of me to say as much, I believe you will make an excellent addition to the House of Cindravale, My Lady." It's only a matter of moments after Elodie mentions that Sammel will be expecting her that Sir Sammel makes his appearance. Solon offers the man a curt nod, "Sir Sammel, it's good to see you. I've just had the privilege of meeting the Lady Elodie here. I am quite happy for you, Sir." A smile is offered to Sammel. Sammel is indeed a lucky man to have been matched with a woman such as Elodie.

The blue eyes sparkle with good humor as Solon returns her little banter of assumptions and presumptions, although a little pink of pleased embarassment tinges her cheeks when he mentions having heard nothing but good about her. "Thank you, my Lord," her head dips slightly. "I hope to make such an addition. I've found my visits her to be very pleasant a- " she breaks off as the whistling is heard, and her countenance brightens with a wide smile as she seems to recognize the sound before she even turns. "No, I think I was early," her cheerful reply dismissing the apology as she takes a few steps to close the distance to his side and thread her arm with his. "How was your training today? I brought an apple from the hydrponic gardens at Niveus for No Name."

Sammel smiles as he hears what's being said now, nodding a bit at Solon's words. "Thank you, Sir Solon. I'm very happy as well." Nodding a bit as he hears Elodie's answer, before he adds, "And the training went quite well. Still trying to find more efficient ways of using my poleaxe, no matter what Niko thinks about the weapon." A smile at the apple for his horse. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it very much. Thank you. And how has your day been?"

Solon's blue eyes fall on Sammel as his cousin mentions his training with a poleaxe, and they seem to fade away, as if he is deep in thought. "A poleaxe, Sir? Quite a weapon, and not a weapon used as often as it probably should be. I recall reading somewhere that having some skill in using a quarterstaff can improve your skill with wielding the poleaxe. Something about blocking enemy attacks, causing your opponent to trip, and even utilizing the spike for a thrusting attack." The words come out slowly, before Solon's eyes sharpen and he finishes the rest in a more normal tone. "I would be curious to see you train with such a weapon, Sir." Turning to Elodie, he offers an apologetic smile, "Forgive me, My Lady. We Knights do love to discuss weapons, but it's not always the best topic of conversation. I also feel I should express my ignorance of what benefits hydroponically grown apples may have over others, are there additional nutrients?" The question asked since Solon is curious. If Sammel's horse can get good treats, then obviously it is up to him to ensure the same goes for Hengroen.

Elodie chuckles to Solon, "not at all, my lord. I am, in fact, relieved that you are not trying to prevail upon me to urge Sammel to choose a more civilized weapon." She grins up to her betrothed next to her, giving his arm a playful squeeze. "I'm not sure that there is any nutritional benefit, it is rather the thought behind it… picking an apple for No Name from my home before coming here. Hydroponic gardens are the most practical method of gardening in a place where the outside is covered in snow and ice, since hydroponics can be arranged vertically as well as horizontally. So, it's what we have." The question of her day is glossed over with a tiny smile.

"Something I picked up when squiring with the Khourni," Sammel offers to his cousin, before he grins a bit, "And the spike has taken down a few Hostiles so far." Another smile as he hears the part about the hydroponics. "I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture, as I do," he offers with a smile.

"My Lady, I know you are merely jesting, but be assured, I would not advise Sir Sammel on a different course of action. The weapon that he is training in is very useful for knights who are fighting on foot, and is a weapon that can be very useful for both offense and defense, but can be more defensive than simply using sword and shield, due to it's reach." Solon says this in a serious tone, knowing that Elodie may well fear for Sammel's safety on the battlefield, and he attempts to do what he can to help alleviate any of those fears. "Ah." He says in response to her explanation about the apple. "That does indeed make sense, please pardon my ignorance over such matters, My Lady. I spend too much time around weapons and horses it would seem." He laughs, even if it is at him, and then clasps his hand on Sammel's shoulder. "I'm glad to hear that, Sir Sammel. May that spike take down a hundred more Hostiles before this war is over."

Elodie chuckles and looks up to Sammel again. "Oh, poor Sir Niko. If he could be here to hear Sir Solon defend your choice of weapon by mentioning that it can have advantages over a more civilized sword and shield." She does sober slightly as she returns her attention to Solon. "I'm afraid I have having some amusement at your expense. I do not entertain any thoughts that you would actually try to dissuade Sammel from using the weapon he is most comfortable with using. Any more than I think Sir Niko truly means for Sammel to change weapons. It seems to be an ongoing joke between the two, though." Her posture, next to her betrothed is comfortable, and even, in a way, cute as she seems happy to be there. "There is no apology neceessary, it is not expected for you to know very much about Niveus. Very few do."

Sammel chuckles as he listens now. "Yes, it's more or less some kind of a joke between Niko and me these days. We all have our styles of fighting we're comfortable with, after all." A brief pause, before he adds, "And as for Niveus, you should go there at some point, Sir Solon. It's a lovely place, I've come to realize."

Solon shakes his head slightly, "Don't I feel slightly foolish. Forgive me, My Lady, I only meant to offer reassurance." His gaze shifts over to Sammel and he offers his cousin a smile. "I shall visit Niveus, and soon. Lady Elodie may say that it is not expected for me to know much of Niveus." And here is where his gaze shifts back to Elodie, "I must beg your pardon once again, My Lady. I believe it is my responsibility to know more about the other houses and their lands, even those that are outside of House Cindravale." It's then that something else seems to enter his mind, and his blue eyes shift between the two. "Oh. Here I am talking and talking, when I'm sure the two of you would like to speak with one another."

Sammel is unable to hold back a bit of a grin as he hears Solon's words. "Trying to get rid of us, Sir Solon?" he asks, a bit lighly now.

With a chuckle, and a gentle shake of her head, Elodie tells Solon, "It is I who should ask forgiveness, discussing an inside joke that you haven't witnessed first hand in front of you. I should not have assumed that you already knew of this ongoing 'discussion' between Sir Niko and Sammel." She tilts her head and then gives a nod. "I should be honored to show you around Niveus, should you choose to visit. Simply name the time." At the mention of speaking to one another, and Sammel's suggestion of trying to get rid of them, she gives a little chuckle.

Solon laughs, shaking his head at Sammel. "Oh, never Sir Sammel. Never. I simply do not want to be intruding between the two of you, as I believe Lady Elodie mentioned earlier that you had already arranged this meeting." To Elodie, he offers a smile and an apologetic shrug, "My Lady, I admit to having been a little busy elsewhere, you have nothing to apologize for at all. I will endeavor to provide you with a day and time in the near future for a trip over to Niveus. I shall drag Sir Sammel along with me."

Sammel chuckles as he hears Solon's words, unable to hold back a little grin now. "Just had to check," he offers, before he adds, "And it's not really much of a need to drag me with you. I'll be going quite willingly."

"I shall be most grateful if you were to bring Sir Sammel with you. And perhaps you would consent to stay to dinner with the Lady Iah, Sir Tiriel and myself." Elodie's smile is encouraging. "If you are planning on visiting the outside of Niveus, as well as Shelter, than it would be good to bring your warmest cloak. Or two. Our vehicles, and Shelter itself, are climate controlled and quite comfortable. However, when one steps outside, they find things vastly different." As for wishing to be alone, she doesn't seem to have anything to say on the subject.

"Excellent, I will have to get something planned then. I would like to meet with the Lady Iah and Sir Tiriel as well." Solon makes a mental note regarding the cloak. "I very much would love to see the surface of Niveus. I should do more to visit all of the other Houses to see how their efforts are going against the Hostiles too." Starting with the vassal houses for Cindravale, of course. "Well then, My Lady. Sir Sammel. I shall let the two of you get on with your meeting. It was very much a pleasure to make your acquaitance, Lady Elodie." He offers her another bow, before turning to Sammel and offering the man a curt nod. Picking up his painting materials, he then makes his way back to his quarters.

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