Invouv 41, 228: Tossing Cups

Tossing Cups
Summary: There are some songs to be heard by the fire and some tears to be shed, when three commoners make an offering to the flames.
OOC Date: 30/12/2013 (OOC)
Related: This happens two days after Festival of Lights.
Blian Victoria Airysse 
Tournament / Faire Grounds, Stormvale
The fairegrounds are big enough to hold a great many people, during festivals. They are really just a huge field, with a platform at the center, which is used for performances and announcements as is required. Grass never really seems to grow though, as the tents, pavillions and feet of each festival stamp it out. And just as it is beginning to regrow, the next festival arrives.
During a festival, the fairegrounds bustle with activity, whichever festival it might be. Many vendors set up tables and booths, selling everything from hotcakes to swords. Bards play music and poets recite their latest poems. Artists of all shapes, sizes and typse can be spied around and about the grounds. The scene is quite festive.
41st day of Inouv, 228

The festival is still raging on now and the mood has been a bit lighter since the incidents two days ago. Yes, it would seem the people are on their way back to the light, physically and spiritually. Well, most. Still there are numerous large fires burning everywhere and all sorts of entertainment to be taken in. Jugglers and mummers and cards and bards flooding the midday darkness amongst the hundreds perhaps thousands that wander about.

Somewhere in the mix is Blian. Sitting atop a table that has been seemingly relinquished to him, he strums along as a small crowd is gathered around. Many are joined in his song as they shout the chorus along with him as happy faces pollute this small area.

"And Gaelor said, she was dead
" So before she burned, We all took a turn!"
"And the Emperor did watch!"

The bawdy song comes to an end and some coppers thrown in a hat and even a mug of hot cider is given over to the bard. He smiles his thanks and sets the instrument down for the moment squinting into the darkness.

Among those joining in the chorus is Airysse, her cheeks are flushed from some cups of hot cider, and she wears that brown woollen cloak over her plain brownish dress. Her attire may be plain, and fitting for her being a commoner, her face is young though and of a certain comeliness that might catch the eye of some. Her red hair is worn in a braid at the back of her head. In one of her hand is an empty mug, and she swings it, matching the beat of the song. Her voice might stick out from the yelling of some of the drunkards nearby, as she sings in key. Indeed.

Victoria is one of those few sitting watching, not singing or joining in, amber gaze glowing in the light of fires, torches, lanterns and the sort, seated on a bench, dressed in her black leathers, a cloak over her shoulders in the house forrester colors, woman listening. Watching the crowd, the people celebrating, a mood that was up on the uptick suddenly on the downswing.

Well after a brief bout with the darkness Blian shakes his head and regains some form of conciousness. He downs the cider that hopefully has /some/ booze in it and throws the wooden cup in the fire. Why would he do that? Who knows, everyone is acting goofy. But he does see the two ladys he knows and shrugs off requests for the time. Patting the table next to him he calls to the fiery haired girl, "Come now Lass, tis' warmer overr here!" A wicked grin given to her as he pulls his own cloak up over his head. Victoria is next to be prodded in the form of , "And you, I won't have ya' looking so sour. Come over here." He smiles and adds, "Mayhaps there's somethin' ya'd like ta' hear?" Eyes probing at the rangeress friend with her hard times maybe weighing on her shoulders?

Airysse looks surprised when Blian calls her over, but she follows his invitation nonetheless. "Aye, warm is good.", she smiles as she settles herself next to Blian at that table (he surely didn't mean her to sit on it, did he?). Her blue gaze drifts into the flames for a moment. "Why did you toss that cup into the fire, Master Blian?" Her question suddenly breaks the silence.

The days of Inouv are indeed dark for Victoria who will grunt softly, dropping her legs, feet hitting the snow. Slowly she will stalk her way to Blian, sending her mug flying into the fire after his, dropping down to a crouch in the snow near the fire, "Airysse." She greets to the woman, no smile upon her lips as she reaches out her hands towards the fire, "Since what comes to mind first, Blian. You're always so adept at picking just the right songs to raise up the spirits of the Gods."

Blian surely /did/ mean on it as that is where he is, his legs on the bench and his arse on the eating area. Another pat-pat thrown down and he says, "Yes warm is good. And the closer the warmer." He winks at her now and adds, "I dunno…" Clearly he does not. A cup is a valuable thing! Now he not only needs to secure more drink but a damned vessal for the liquid as well. Ah well, easy come easy go and all that. He laughs loudly at Victoria as she sways over and easily burns her mug as well. He offers her a smile no as she crouches. "Hym." He starts to tune up a little but waits to begin. Instead he ways while he waits. "The smell is mostly gone." Refering to words he heard yesterday that it still lingered.

Airysse tilts her head a little when Victoria approaches, and her cheerful demeanour is dampened a bit by a questioning look first to the ranger woman, then towards Blian. "Mistress Victoria.", she greets, pondering for a moment to inquire after the cause for Vic's sour mood. But then she chooses rather to leave it at that, her gaze following the tossed cup into the flames. Then she turns to look at Blian, smirking at his reply. "Aye. The closer the warmer," she says, sliding a little closer to him on the bench. Her hand still holds onto the empty cup, and her gaze drops to eye it for a moment. Is she supposed to toss hers as well?

The questioning look is enough for Victoria to slant a very thin smile at Airysse, "My husband Venan is dead." Simple words, the woman pushing up from her crouch to stand near the table. Not much else need be said, the woman drawing in a deep breath as she pops up onto the table, otherside of Blian, inhaling deeply, "It would seem so, pity." Murmured, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she lifts up her feet to the bench, "Though I suppose we are moving into Thedor, so wouldn't do to have Inouv stinking up his days too."

Blian smiles some more at the girl when she slides over and keeps on with the sort of playing something. Victoria states her distress and he looks away, mayhaps his notes getting /slightly/ louder. Looking over at Vic as she hits the table with her backside he just nods solemnly. Before beginning a song. Slow and s teady at first.

Through a market, I wandered and prayed
That I'd find me a woman I might marry some day.
Well, I never dreamed when I prayed that prayer
That the woman I longed for was standing there.

When she held me in her arms that night,
I held her close, and I held her tight.
And I swore that day forth, I'd love her all of me life.
When she held me in her arms that night

Airysse's jaw drops, once she is confronted with a harsh truth as of yet unknown to her. "Oh… I am so… sorry," she mutters, her blue eyes clouding as the meaning of Victoria's words gets through to her. "I didn't know. I mean… we just talked at the Riverview Inn the other day. You and he and I. About that presentation… of those dresses." She exhales, seemingly quite shaken by the news. "How? How did this happen?" Her hand is still holding onto that empty cup in her hand.

Blian's song manages to lighten her demeanour up a little, even though her enthusiasm stays dimmed by the news she has just heard. Airysse's gaze stays fixed onto the flames, and her lips curl into a thoughtful smile. "That is a wonderful song, Blian." she mutters, lowering her gaze.

<FS3> Blian rolls Musically Diverse: Amazing Success.

The song has a meaning for Victoria and she will sit there, staring out into the fire, light brown eyes welling up with tears. Oh so many. Right hand rises up to rub at her cheek, running her palm out against her eyes, sniffling suddenly, a smile breaking on her lips. A very sad, sad. Sad smile, and tears will begin to fall as she laughs to Airysse, "Froze to death." Such an inappropriate time for the laugh, but she's not good at doing this sad thing. And she's an ugly, ugly crier. Both hands now rub at her face as she folds forwards, resting elbows on her knees, hands cupping her face as she cries freely.

Blian watches as the song grows a bit sweeter and some folks start to move along with it. He does not fail to notice the interaction with the girl and the ranger either. Lips to the side of his face while hears. Taking this time he will throw out an impressive little solo to "ooh and ahhh" the peasants and such that have gathered while the other two talk. And then she is crying. He will stand and wander over on the other side of the fire atracting any attention from his friend. His voice does boom though as he chose the song for a reason and while the end is sad he figures she must hear it.

She smelled of the sweetest lilac skin.
And I admit it now it drew me in
Oh, her voice cast a spell I could not disobey.
Every word was a river that swept me away.

Oh, the market became a more beautiful place
The flowers more fragrant, and the clothing all lace.
And her eyes, oh, her eyes! They begged me to stay
But that is ne'r what the gods had planned that day.

The song ends sadly and blian wanders back over. A hand to her shoulderr offered as he sits again. the whole experience is pretty amazing and epic to say the least.

"Oh… that's a horrible way to die," Airysse mutters in a reply to Victoria, maybe not the best choice of words that probably will fail to comfort her. She hesitates when she sees Vic burst into tears, but then she leans forward to hug her gently, if she will allow it. She will continue to hold her until the ranger has regained some of her composure. Her blue gaze flits to Blian, noticing his intention to distract the attention from Vic's tears. When he finally returns, and the song ends, Airy lets go of the woman and rises, blinking a tear away, for she has listened to the sad lyrics, and the sombre mood has finally managed to claim her. There. The cup follows the others finally into the flames. "May the bad things stay in the month of Inouv, which is soon behind us." She says, turning to the two with a pensive gaze. "May the Light be with you." And then Airysse turns and walks away, incredulous at her own words, reminders of a phase in her life long past. A time she has almost forgotten.

Victoria won't recover - that song is HER song. She sobs, loosely leaning into Airysse, curled up into her own lap, not having actually had an opportunity to /really/ cry. Raven hair is lit up by the fires, though no doubt later she will thank Blian for taking the attention away from her, and awkwardly thank Airysse for the support she offered, "The Light is a lie." The woman states through sobs, "It has /never/ been with me." The hand of Blian upon her shoulder has her leaning into him now, though only a moment, before she pushes off the table, wiping her face furiously as she searches, through tears, for where the hell the booze stand is.

Blian watches the girl leave and when Vic stands up he slings the bouzoukki type thing over his back. "You look as thirsty as I. And we will need ta' steal some cups or somethin' too." He japes lightly. Seems he is ready to get off near somwhere with a drink as well.

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