Just a bit of needlework...
Who: Elia Martell, Isobel Dayne, Hester Arryn later if she wants When: Day 19, just past noon What: tea and cake and death, possibly. With added embroidery likely. Status: In Progress
Elia's rooms were cleaned and fresh tapestries hung on the walls. Apparently Kaelyn Stark was choosing to redecorate. Elia couldn't say she disapproved of the choices, though the timing was passing strange. Then again, the lady in question was all but unfathomable so that was hardly remarkable. Elia for her part, was having a hard enough time keeping her thoughts from tonight. She had sent a note to Jaer, ostensibly a thank you for a wonderful evening and an inquiry to whether it might happen again, although that was hardly the point...
"No, put those chairs around that table," Elia insisted. "I want Lady Dayne to feel herself welcomed, not interrogated." At least not yet. She sighed heavily and arranged her skirts to better advantage on the sofa she was occupying. A book of history was held in her hand and while her gown was not the Martell colors, a circle of suns still bound her hair. Best to remind the Dayne girl just who she was talking to. "Yes, that's perfect. Really, she should be here any moment. And no, Syrah, you may not stay the entire time. The men-at-arms are in the hall, I hardly think Isobel Dayne can do much before they got in here." Or before the two in the bedroom came out. To say her captain had taken the news of a visit with a Dayne badly hardly did credit to his colorful use of curses.
Elia relaxed as her ladies dutifully settled down to their embroidery. She wanted to see what Isobel would do when confronted with a small cadre of Dornish nobles. Ladies of houses Jodayne, Uller, Fowler among them. Elia cleared her throat and continued to read aloud an old poem of The Tower of Joy.