haute ecole rider:
You just touched on one of the things Acadian and I have been striving for. Showing how the same events look from a different point of view. Especially those places where Buffy and Teresa intersect.
One of the reasons I am glad I created the character of the Great Lady of Bravil was to do as you said, use her to show more of Bravil's history, and how it blossomed from a dot on the Niben to a boom town. mALX
: I had not thought about it, but you are right about Lady Scaurus and Teresa. There is no bone-jumping desire there, or mommy feelings. So that means whatever relationship develops between them will be based only on respect and amity. Although both their social positions place a huge gulf between the two. Granted that has not stopped Teresa and Methredhel from remaining friends. Captain Hammer:
Horatio at the bridge! I wanted a recognizable name for the Lady's lost love. Someone who died in a heroic last stand. Horatio was the first to pop into mind.
Aia is a fun character to write, because she tells it like it is. She says the things others hold back on for the sake of politeness. I had originally planned out an intricate plot of Teresa's involving water-walking and invisibility potions to get Aia into the tourney. But in the end I thought the direct approach would work much better, as it allowed me to develop more of Teresa's relationships with her guildmates, and with a certain Bravil guard. Olen
: Scumbag gro-Lotsofcash!
It is a good thing Teresa is not so devious! Or maybe a bad thing. Depending on how you look at it.
You were right about the other cameos, it was only Aradroth, Zerina, and of course Buffy. A character from a fourth F will make a cameo during the finals, about 6 or 7 posts from now. If I could have found a way to work in more, I would have! ghastley
Oops, wrong Lars. Acadian
: You are right, I guess Teresa was having a blond afternoon! I think my favorite scene between Buffy and Teresa was the one in the alley. I think because of Buffy's faint smile, the same outfit, and just the way it showed both characters. Perhaps some nice chap named Brutus would be glad enough to dethrone that nasty Tarquinius Superbus Regulus?Grits
: Well, It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
That would be Pappy with those big balls.
I think Vincent might be the more appropriate party guest for Jester's Day though. Just so long as the Lady locks up her cucumbers... King Coin:
IRL the banking industry began in the temples. In many religions, charging interest was sacrilegious, which I am sure would have made them more popular than the private usurers too.
I also make my comments as I read. That way I do not miss things. I write my replies the same way!
I got my inspiration for Irlav from Cardboard Box's Raj'irra. Just as mALX indelibly marked Fathis Aren in my mind as a lech, Cardboard forever set Irlav as lazy, conservative, bigot. I just cannot picture either any other way anymore.
Perhaps one day Teresa and Herminia will explore the ruins of the Old Way, beneath the Imperial City?By the Nine Teresa has become ferocious.
Buffy is not the only bowgirl who can be cuddly as a rattlesnake! Previously on Teresa of the Faint Smile:
Teresa and Aia spent the afternoon watching the last of the qualifications. In that time Teresa learned a bit more about the Lady Scaurus, shared a wave with Buffy, and vowed to start facing her Shadow. Next, she returns to the FG to learn that she is indeed invited to the Lady's Tournament Ball. Chapter 34.17 - The Tournament Of Archers
"Teresa!" Tadrose Helas cried as she entered the guild hall. "Where have you been? You only have a few hours to change and get ready."
"Get ready?" Teresa blinked at the Dunmer armorer. Her face was stained with the soot of the forge, and she was clad in worn leather trousers and an equally frayed linen top. Yet somehow she was more beautiful than any woman Teresa had ever laid eyes upon. By Dibella, how did the dark elf do that to her?
"Yes, get ready," the vice-commander proclaimed. "The ball begins in a few hours. Your invitation arrived just after you left this afternoon."
Teresa smiled faintly. Aia had been right - she mused - as usual. The Great Lady of Bravil had indeed invited her to her Tournament Ball. She followed Tadrose to the bath, where they both washed and soaked themselves in the giant tub, much to Teresa's delight. She was almost sorry when they dressed once more, only to head up to Teresa's room on the second floor.
There the Dunmer helped her change into the green velvet gown that she had bought from Nilawen's store her second day in Bravil. Teresa had always dreamed of Tadrose helping her out
of her clothes, rather than into them. But she was thankful for whatever Dibella gave her. Afterward they sat at her plain dressing table while Tadrose first helped her with her makeup, then worked to braid Teresa's hair into an elegant ball behind her head.
"There," the vice-commander declared when she had finished. The dark elf set her hands upon Teresa's bare shoulders, at the edge of where her long-sleeved top met her bare skin. Teresa would have reveled in the sensation, except for what she saw in the mirror before her.
The hairstyle, while exquisite, only seemed to make her face even more long and angular than before, while her wood elf ears jutted from her head like the antenna on a insect. Thankfully Tadrose had left a few wisps of hair free to dangle down in front of them. But they were still not enough to hide her ears behind. Or her whole face for that matter. Screenshot
"I'm not going," Teresa bit her lip and stared down at the table before her. Anything but look into the mirror.
"Why not?" The surprise was evident in Tadrose's voice. "I thought you were excited to go? If you are worried about not knowing anyone, Ancondil will be there, and Gaius, not to mention Kud-Ei and Henantier."
"I look terrible!" she pouted. "They will all laugh at me."
"Oh my dear," Tadrose's husky voice was close to her ear. "Whatever gave you that idea? Just look at yourself!"
"I did," she murmured through a tight throat. "I look like a giant mushroom!"
"Why are young women never happy with what Mara gave them?" Tadrose sighed. "You are beautiful Teresa. The most beautiful woman in Bravil."
To emphasize her words, the Dunmer bent down behind Teresa and slid her arms around the wood elf's belly. The scent of primrose was strong in the forester's nostrils as Tadrose leaned her head against her own, and the next thing Teresa knew the dark elf's lips were pressed against the bare skin of her throat in a soft kiss.
Teresa closed her eyes and rejoiced in the feeling. When she opened them again, she saw the dark elf in the mirror, standing straight behind her once more and smiling. Her heart soared higher than Aetherius. She saw in the mirror that her cheeks had flushed with color, and that a wide grin crested her rouge-colored lips.
"Tadrose… I…" Again Teresa cursed her tongue, now still as a rock within her mouth. There were so many things she wanted to say to the dark elf at the moment. But none would come from her throat!
Then a loud rapping sounded through the door. "Is our forest princess done in there!" came Pappy's strident voice. "We're ready to leave."
Teresa bit her lip. No! she silently railed, this was not fair!
"Don't bite your lip dear," Tadrose chided quietly. "It will smear your makeup."
Then the dark elf turned to step to the door. A moment later she opened it, and Teresa rose to her feet. Tadrose had kissed her! She had kissed her! The wood elf wanted to close her eyes and relive that moment for eternity. But the husky voice of the vice-commander brought her back to reality.
"Yes she is," the Dunmer woman said through the doorway. Then she turned back to Teresa and smiled. "Remember what I said Teresa, and enjoy yourself."
Teresa saw Pappy and Ancondil standing in the hallway beyond. The guild commander was dressed in impeccable black and red linen. Ancondil rose up behind him in blue and gold velvet. Both stared at her, in what Teresa imagined must be horror. Nothing else could explain their widened eyes and dropping jaws.
"Well I'll be damned, she's smiling!" Pappy exclaimed. "What did you do Tadrose, switch our Teresa with an imposter!"
Teresa simply blushed once more, thinking of what Tadrose had done. If only the dark elf had done more!
"Teresa, is that you?" Ancondil exclaimed next. "I should think that Dibella herself had come to grace us with her presence instead. Tadrose, please tell me I am not dreaming."
The wood elf felt stared at the floor and tried to control the pounding of her heart. Had he just said what she thought he had? Given that the first night she had met him, he tried to get into more than just her room, perhaps she had!
She wanted to say something in reply, but as it always did, her tongue deserted her. Nodding to the pair of men, she walked to the door. Her feet were unsteady in the high heels of her velvet-lined court shoes. Pausing to turn to Tadrose, she saw that the vice-commander as still beaming back at her. Had that kiss been merely a friendly, sisterly peck? Teresa wondered. Or had it been more? As much more as she prayed?
She let Pappy and Ancondil lead the way down to the ground floor, while Tadrose remained behind. There they found several of the other fighters crowded in the doorway to the sitting room off the vestibule. They hooted and hollered at the finely dressed men, until Teresa came into view. Then a chorus of whistles rose from the crowd. Even from Kurz, who was uncharacteristically not at a tavern - yet.
Teresa stared at Vincent, who was laughing and whistling with the others. She remembered what Aia had said to her during the afternoon: "calling you that people have been almost since you first came here."
She bit her lip once more, and then silently reproached herself for doubtlessly smearing her lipstick.
Walking on unsteady feet, she stepped through the crowd to the Breton, who stared at her with a puzzled expression. "Vincent, I owe you an apology for what I did this morning." It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to force the words from her lips. "I shouldn't have spiked your tea. I'm sorry."
"What?" the Breton's eyes flew wide. "I knew it! I knew you did something! I spent all morning on the pot because of you!"
Teresa lowered her gaze to the floor, carefully inspecting the simple pigskin shoes that the Breton wore. When she finally lifted her gaze, she saw that Vincent's fingers had balled into fists. Her heart doubled its pace, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. She saw his right hand rear back, then launch forward like an arrow shot from a bow. She steeled herself to stand still, rather than dodge aside as her body screamed at her to do.
Suddenly she remembered her first day at the guild hall, when she had stormed out. Pappy had grabbed her, and she had almost hit him. She remembered how the guild commander had simply stood there, waiting for her to land the blow. Only where she had pulled her punch, Vincent did not.
His fist cracked into her jaw like a mule's kick. Teresa saw stars, and felt her head snap back. She tottered on her high heels, and felt her feet go out from under her. Yet she did not slam into the hard floor a moment later. Instead she felt a pair of giant hands catch her, and hold her aloft.
"It's raining wood elves!" she heard Lum gro-Baroth's voice in her ears.
Then the room descended into a cacophony of shouts. Teresa saw fighters holding gold and silver coins aloft, and realized they are taking bets on the fight between her and Vincent. She shook the stars from her eyes, and rubbed her chin. Her jaw hurt all the way back to where it joined her skull. One thing was for certain, Vincent knew how to throw a punch!
"I know I had that coming," Teresa heard herself say. "Does that settle this?"
The Breton stood with arms akimbo. He looked frustrated. Teresa wondered if it was because she was not punching him back. The other fighters roared around them, placing bets, and urging them both to have at it. Vincent turned for a moment, rubbing one hand on his chin as if deep in thought. Then he turned back to regard Teresa.
"Just tell me one thing," the Breton growled. Teresa nodded and he continued in a suddenly lighter tone. "What do you call a mosquito in field plate?"
Teresa shrugged, wondering what on Nirn the Breton was talking about?
"A bite in shining armor!"
Vincent laughed uproariously at his joke. The other fighters merely shook their heads and groaned. Teresa forced a smile to her face, feeling the tension slip from her body. She extended her hand to Vincent, and the Breton took it without rancor. Looking back to the others, she saw a look of approval on Ancondil's features.
Then she ran back up the stairs as fast as her ungainly shoes would allow. She had to fix her makeup, and see if the punch had left a bruise!