nexus_sages | made waves with some friends I know

It doesn't particularly bother her if he laughs at her sometimes. Everyone is foolish at times. And hearing him laugh is worth being its cause. If this is the price, she's happy to pay.

Her blush deepens when he remarks on it. That's how blushes work. But that doesn't stop her from looking up into his eyes again. "You are." Pretty and lucky both. "So am I." She lifts herself up to give him a kiss, even through her toes sink into the sand. He's worth the effort.

She would think that. He might have wanted to tease her with the excess optimism when he first met her, but at this point he's quite taken by it. He finds so often, the most magical things about her are the things that aren't magic at all.

Does she need a little lift? Because he can help with that. His two hands support just above her hips and take most of the effort out of reaching up onto her toes. She's not so much shorter than him that he feels like he really needs to pull her up into the air or anything, just something to keep her calves from needing to strain to kiss him.

He stays in the kiss for a lengthy couple of moments. He has no shame letting his lips meet with her's were people might potentially see what he's up to. If anything, it's kind of nice to have a woman like Frea want to hang around with you at a party.

Magic is as magic does. Whatever makes him believe in something undefinable and bigger than himself is magical.

A little support is appreciated. Not straining to reach him is nice, but he's worth the effort if she has to. He could even put his hands there for less supportive reasons, that'd be okay too.

A long kiss? Heck yeah, sign her up. If he wants to be seen kissing her she has no complaints about that. But she will insist he come up for air eventually, and when she leans back it's with a laugh. "Now that's the spirit."

Frea is a force of nature and a thing of magic that mortals are not very quick to catch on to. Brienne is her guard. And a guard to a queen is no guard at all if just anyone can keep her company.

In this manner.

Oathkeeper is sheathed at her hip. Nonetheless it's presence, like Brienne of Tarth's, is quite necessary. Her hand is on the hilt as she announces her presence by saying, "Frea, come back to the encampment. It is not safe." Away from everyone else and with...whoever this is. Her blue eyes are very critical.

She'd been wondering when Brienne would show up. That's the thing about public displays of affection: there's always someone who thinks they're entitled to comment on it. And in this case, Brienne isn't entirely wrong. She is Frea's guard.

The fact she took the time to get Oathkeeper and put it on gets a look. No comment, just a deliberate lingering of the eyes when Frea turns around, and then an arched eyebrow.

"I'm always perfectly safe with you around, Brienne. This is Han. Captain Han Solo. He has a ship that travels in the stars." Because that is cool and Brienne should be impressed.

"Han, this is Brienne of Tarth, she's my guard and looks after me." So play nice, you two.

Well, excuse the scoundrel for not knowing that the Queen of Spring, who no doubt could leave Han hanging from a tree somewhere with a snap of her fingers, needed to be rescued from this display of affection. A display of affection that this lady would have seen her starting as she came over because it isn't as if they were kissing for that long.

But damn she is not a small, nor lightly armored lady, is she?

Han can't imagine someone that big is also fast. Powerful, sure, he'd buy that she might be able to cleave him in half with that weapon. You have to wonder about a person who would bring a blade to a gunfight, though. She's either confident or crazy. Or perhaps hasn't seen a blaster before. He'd believe any of the three.

At any rate, Captain Solo doesn't have to make a display out of going for his weapon to have it ready to draw, so much as lower his right hand. He leaves the left one on Frea if she hasn't pulled far enough away from him. Because it was a wanted touch, after all. There's never been any indication that his touches haven't been.

"Anyone looking after her Frea is a friend of mine." Though, he doesn't sound friendly when he says it, if anything the words come out a bit cool.

As rash and well-meaning as ever, she stands solid at a short distance from them. No, she didn't see who had begun the the contact. Only who is participating. Frea, who is a dear friend as well as the only person in Nexus she has sworn her sword to and... the gentlemen. Or apparent gentlemen. There is a touch of Jaime Lannister in that face. Smug, laughing and ready for japes. It makes Brienne feel like more of an oaf and sets her mouth in a more thin line.

She dares to look at Frea, her eyes soften. "You had stepped away. I was concerned." Any knight who is any knight is going to interrupt armed. Perfectly safe might not mean the same thing to both women.

"Lord Captain Solo," is her curt greeting, cold even to her own ears. Come now, she bids herself to try. "Navigating the stars? That's curious bit of work." And he is a captain of the deed no less.

Han imagines correction. She has no awareness of anything close to a blaster. And she's no where near as fast as she is strong but still capable of speed. The speed of a zinging bolt of skin cleaving, exploding energy? Nope. Not that fast. Her hand still is on the sculpted handle of the Valyrian steel sword.

"Then perhaps you won't mind friendship closer to the firelight." And not off in one corner, in secrecy. If he means to honor Frea's virtue (that Brienne likely upholds much more than Frea herself) it should not be a problem....right?

Brienne needs to stop thinking Frea isn't virtuous just because she'll sleep with scruffy space captains. That's going to be a problem if she keeps it up. They've got enough to worry about without arguing among themselves.

Frea knows about the blaster, and she can recognize the tones in their voices. This is not going well. She glances between them, one hand covering Han's and the other reaching out to cover Brienne's hand where it rests on the hilt of her sword. "It would be warmer there. Good idea, Brienne, thank you."

If she has to drag them both over to the bonfire by the hands, she will. But she'd rather everyone do this with something approaching civility. "But what to do once we're there? I think we should dance. There should be more dancing in the world."

If Han knew more about the Arcane, perhaps he might understand why someone like Brienne wouldn't like him on sight. Nearly all the overtly observable traits he has and many of the ones left for people to discover would seemed to be aligned with the court of winter. He hasn't really put together that this loyal knight is taken with the May Queen either, that he'll understand immediately upon noticed, though it's not apt to changing his behavior all that much.

As it is, she just reminds him of so many people back home who take a glance at him and make derisive judgements. As if you could look at someone and just know there was no honor in them. As if there wasn't worse out there than Han Solo. Huk's and Phwoar's, the whole bunch of them. It just shows how little they know.

Due to the nature of a thigh holster, Han's weapon is always at his fingertips and Frea can't keep her his hand occupied all night. Or can she? Perhaps she'll ask him to take it off and if that's the case, he's not sure what his response should be. He's certainly fine with the idea of a truce, though, because he had no intention of shooting at someone Frea identified as her friend.

"You can just call me Han." He says, making his own effort to be friendlier. "Or Captain Solo, if you want to keep it formal. I have a ship, but ain't the lord of anything."

"We were just talking about going back to the fire, so, no need to worry."

If Brienne was more comfortable with the two of them to where she can keep a closer eye on them, that's all well and good, but it's not likely to curb many of Han's displays of appreciation for the May Queen. Proximity to her brings out his hedonistic side, he's noticed.

Also, why does everyone want to dance so much?

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Truth, honor and effort are all principles that Brienne upholds. It's safe to say she is being very, unfairly judgmental. This is what happens when world's collide. Clashing ideologies, personalities and passions. Have they truly even exchanged more than a handful of words though? Frea is what they have in common.

Her bare fingers beneath Frea's loosen up on the hilt. And for a moment her eyes downcast as though reprimanded. There shall be no battle here. At least none started by her hands. One better believe if it were to start she'd hope to finish it.

"Simply Han," she gives it a try too. Enough to try to iron out the scowl in her brow. It doesn't meet her blue, blue eyes and she doesn't trust her mouth to do more than speak as she bids it. Baby steps. "So it shall be."

Dancing? Now? Can it even be possible? Brienne steps aside, but not far from the touch of the May Queen's hand. "Go, I shall follow." To better defend from the rear and hope to collect herself enough to dance.

Can she keep Han distracted from the idea of a fight all night? Yes. Is she willing to do that in front of all these people? That remains to be seen. For now, she's hoping she can keep them both at peace without having to do anything drastic.

The fact they're both making an effort is encouraging, and she gives them both encouraging smiles for that effort. No, Brienne, she's not letting go that easily. They'll walk together as friends; nobody's following behind like a servant. When she tries to drop back, Frea pauses then takes a step back to link arms with Brienne. One arm for Brienne and one for Han.

"Or we could have something to eat. Are you hungry, Han?" She's going to keep talking until one of them replies to her, and preferably both of them. This isn't going to be one of those pissing contests that's ostensibly about her while they're both ignoring her. "Clint is a really good cook. Isn't he, Brienne?"

Han's only experience with dancing is the slow dance and dancing for this space captain is almost always on one end of the spectrum or the other - either it's deeply intimate or dispassionate. That the setting reminds him of how he learned is a little concerning for him, but with all the mixed feelings, if the May Queen asked him to dance ... he would. She'd got him inclined to do plenty that he probably wouldn't otherwise.

Is it too bold to just go right for her hand? That's more his style than on the arm unless he's standing on ceremony for some reason. And he can preen and be a well-behaved gentleman when he has to be, but it makes him feel like he's working.

Also, trust that you're the one he's not apt to forget is her, Frea.

"Barton cooks, huh?" He says with a thoughtful murmur. "If he's half as good at fixing food as he is with the bow, that probably makes him a savant. I'm not all that hungry, but I do need to make sure that I talk to him tonight."

Dances can express many a thing. Revelry is usually the biggest and most commonly used one. They can muster up that much right? Right?

Brienne would never pull from Frea's touch. So once they've linked arms it's so much for her plan. Here they are. The three of them. Her gaze moves from her friend's sweet, smiling face to the captain of the stars who prefers not to be called captain. How curious. The corners of her mouth start to curl. Just a little.

"Clint is an excellent cook. Yes. Everything is very flavorful." She holds a sigh in her throat until it disappears. She can do better than this. "What was your favorite thing, Frea? Perhaps Cap--Perhaps Han would care to try that. Even if not hungry it would do well to sample."

It might be too bold for some, but Frea will give Han an encouraging smile when he goes for her hand. Her fingers curl comfortably with his and it's only a few steps before she's swinging their hands lightly as they walk. It's a good thing Brienne's got her company manners on or else Frea would probably be skipping, too.

Frea's got revelry enough to spare when it comes to the dancing. They can borrow some of hers to get theirs going. If she can get them both smiling, she'll consider the day a great success.

"He's still here. But I think Lucky's asleep." Frea's assuming everyone knows Lucky the Pizza Dog. Who doesn't love a superhero pooch? "My favorite thing to eat, you mean? Hmm. So far, the burgers. But I bet we're going to have s'mores."

Whatever the hell 's'mores' are, she's excited for them.

He's not object to being called Captain so much as he objected to being called Lord. He's definitely not a lord or lordly by nature. In fact, he might be the anti-lord. He's also, not the Captain of any of these three ladies, or of anyone else in the Nexus, so he isn't going to insist on being called that. He tends to feel like only small men force their titles.

It's quite a trio that the three of them make, huh? When life gives you Kavasa, make kavasa juice, that's what people always say. Might as well act like he is perfectly at ease with the situation till he is and with that, you've now only got to worry about your bodyguard in terms of getting a smile, Frea.

Anyway, his appetite is as fickle now as ever. By now, the May Queen has no doubt come to expect that of him. And since he just finished a beer, he's not really thinking about food at all. Would he try something? Probably.

"I don't know what a s'more is either." He chimes in, not all that helpfully. His fingers squeeze Frea's briefly before he aims a question at the knight in their party. "So I've never seen anyone around here ... put together like you Brienne of Tarth. Where do you hail from?"

An anti-lord would be such a radical concept to grasp for Brienne. There are so many assumptions with title. Lord Commander, Lord Captain...Lord of this, that or the other, they're ingrained manners. So at the very least she is attempting to see him for his accomplishments. It's deep seated in her desire to be seen for hers, so very used to being thought of as an ugly joke of a woman.

Jaime Lannister, the golden lion with his tendency to buck decorum now and again would prefer title. Except when it came to her. His name weighs heavy on her as Oathkeeper at her hip and all her promises on it.

"I also have liked the burgers very well. S'more?" Burger is a very new word for her vocabulary. It comes out a little different, accent of the common tongue and all. Yeah. That delicious dessert thing is unknown as well. Huh. Well at least two out of three are in for another surprise. Brienne has liked nearly everything she's devoured so far. Except for the dark, dark beers. Since she's kept to wine.

Put together. That almost makes her frown. Again. "An island off the coast of The Stormlands. One of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. To my knowledge no other is from there in this place. ...Yourself?"

Poor Brienne, surrounded by people who prefer not to use their titles. But she knows Frea respects her many accomplishments, and that's something. Something better. Ironically, Frea loves calling Han 'Captain'. Mostly when she's teasing him.

Han can smile all the smiles, Frea's not worried about that. Quite the opposite. Smiles are good and always welcome. And always returned. The squeeze is returned, too, before her fingers work their way between his to lace their hands together.

"A s'more is..." a bunch of ingredients they've probably never heard of either. Hmm. "It's a sweet. You toast part of it over the fire so it gets gooey, and it melts another part of it, and you put the melty gooey parts inside, um, a kind of cookie. They're more delicious than I'm able to explain."

Not the best sales pitch either, but she hopes they'll trust her enough to at least try them.

Han asking Brienne a question is taken as another good sign! She turns a bright smile up at Brienne. "Isn't she amazing?" Of course that's what Han meant. What else could Han have meant?

It's true, Han comes from a place where titles are often used very informally. The notable exceptions are Imperial Officers and assorted others with delusions of grandeur. He gets that some cultures are just more into titles than others and as a man exposed to many cultures, he's at least mindful of that. That title assertive societies tend to be caste systems, though, is something that he's noted and that is not something he cares for at all.

At any rate, Frea is most welcome to call him all kinds of things, and Captain is an apt pet name for him all things considered. That she wants to call him something is usually more important to him than what she's calling him.

"Uhh. I don't really know her yet, sweetheart." He says with a shrug. He's not being glib so much as ... he's just the galaxy weary type. Been around the block. Seen a lot of things. Takes a bit of work to impress him. "I don't know that I've quite reached amazed, but I'm steadily working my way up to it."

The comment of 'put together' was not meant to slight. He just was lacking the word for 'knight' in his vocabulary. They don't have any of those in a galaxy far, far away. As a rule of thumb, he tries not to slight people who look like they could mop the floor with him unless Chewbacca is around.

Where he's from ... how does one explain where he comes from to a person he's almost certain doesn't come from a place with space-travel? "My home is very far away from this place. You'd need to pass many, many stars and planets to get there. The world I was born on is Corellia."

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Titles given can so be dishonored. The grandeur is from serving the position to the best skill and ability, not privilege or abuse. That is where Brienne stands. Noteworthy accomplishments and then honor. Her travels from her island home have made her more worldly bit by bit. Old knights and seasoned warriors have looked upon her with hope or with pity for her idealism.

"I shall try a s'more and see if I can explain it after." So far gooey makes her think of pudding. No encampment anywhere, not even the riches of the Young Stag would have had pudding. Talk about a means of sweetening this curious turn of events.

She's unsure if Han's behavior to her is a positive nor a negative. It's a very diplomatic thing to say. Believing he's critical is the easiest way to comprehend his behavior as an interloper. At least it would be a judgment she'd earn.

One meeting and she is his sweetheart? Corellia must not have a courtly means of how a gentlemen conducts himself. Though still an improvement from wildling behavior as she has heard tell. Dealing with a wildling would be far more cut and dry.

"How does one do that exactly? Pass through stars I mean." An easy question to answer that's not 'what's a planet?'

Titles are only as important as people decide they are.

"Han, my captain," and how she can sigh his name then purr the title is really an excellent question, "this is the part where you try to win favor with me by winning favor with my friends."

Silly man. Doesn't he know how this works?

"Okay." Brienne gets a grin for being game to trying something new. These two're likely to catch on to a lot of Frea's tricks tonight, watching her use them on both of them like this. She's not particularly concerned with being caught out doing it. What's wrong with spreading the smiles around? "I'm sure you'll know better words for it."

Brienne is, after all, the gently-raised one amongst them.

Ooh! That's a question Frea can answer! "Very carefully." Nobody said it was a good answer, but she's made herself giggle now.

[[Admittedly, I'm pretty canon blind with GoT, but even I didn't escape the majesty of Briemund. lol.]]

"Impress your friends? That's what you want?"

Usually it's steal this money or exotic object for me or Han, fly through this Podon shapped hell for me or break my friends out of jail or help us blow up this moon-sized battlestation. Frankly, he might be more at ease with one of those.

As for Corellian Men, believe it or not, he falls right into the stereotype behavior for them. They're known to be brash and encourageable. Come to think of it, so are the women. It's not that they're all that way all the time, but when a whole planet's worth of humans get a certain reputation across an entire galaxy ... well, there must be something to the observation.

~~One time? No way. This guy has likely skulked off to be with Frea as often as she was permissive. It's somewhat surprising he hasn't run into this steadfast knight sooner.~~

Carefully is a good answer though and Frea gets the 'you don't even know that half it' slow nod and slight smile out of him.

He takes a moment to give Lady Brienne the best answer that he can think of. "You don't really go through them because they'll burn you up like small suns if you get too close to them. Ya gotta plot your course around them. We have ships that fly and can navigate through space ..."

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[[New stuff every day and they canonly have not spoken two words to one another directly. It's all Looks!]]

Brienne clears her throat and now smiles. No, she will sit this part of the exchange out. Frea would not have said it if it had crossed her mind. Could he be capable of impressing? Now that is something she finds herself interested in. While her civilization is the very least evolved in technologies, she is relatively seasoned where it comes to knowing types of men from being in an army, being a prisoner and being a lady of title. She believes she'll be difficult to impress.

~~Every now and again Brienne does find herself engaged in conversation elsewhere. Or simply is misinterprets observations. In this case well, she didn't catch on soon enough.~~

"And this is something all men can do where you are from or a specific skill you've acquired on your own?"

They've now come back to the group more or less. Still linked in arms. Brienne gives Frea a tight smile. She believes the spirit of the festivities are what motivate the May Queen to keep the mood light. Playing both dear companions up does not seem contrived nor even odd to her. So much trust she places in her.

[[Looks say so much!]]

"Among other things." She keeps her tone light since they're not in private, but the look she flashes Han out of the corner of her eye is pretty clear. If this is the hardest thing she'll ever ask of him, he should count himself lucky. And it's not as if he doesn't know she'll make it up to him later.

Frea firmly believes that there's no reason Han can't impress Brienne, and vice versa. They're both amazing and impressive to her, so obviously, they should impress each other, too. Jealousy? She's not at home to that idea.

~~Brienne sleeps and does mortal things and can't keep up with the herds of deer Frea goes running with. She's not easy to guard since she has a habit of running off. But she always comes back.~~

Now they're back with the group. She wants to dance, but neither of them has seemed interested in that idea. So sad. She supposes cuddling will have to suffice. A little rearranging of pillows and blankets should make room for three.

That there hasn't been much she's asked of him and it often being mutually beneficial when she does is significant. When you spend your time running around with other scoundrels, it often becomes an exercise on figuring out who can do what for you and exploiting them for it. He doesn't begrudge anyone for behaving that way, he does it himself too, it's just tedious. An aspect from home he hasn't missed all that much.

"I'd think that piloting a starship is in many ways is like being good with a sword." Not that he knows Brienne all that well, but he thinks that metaphor might resonate a little more strongly than others. "Anyone can learn to do it, if you put in enough time and energy in, but some people have aptitude that others don't. Not to mention it requiring sure hands and nerves of steel."

It does pain him slightly to let go of her hand enough to let her rearrange pillows and blankets, but when he realizes that's the aim, he does try to help. Going so far as to carefully shake off one of the pillows that seems to have gotten all sandy.

"Did you ladies meet each other here or have you known each other before?"

Looks exchanged here and there. Frea is so very fair. And for the demeanor of a wandering tomcat, Captain Han Solo is also an attractive man. Then there is big Brienne of Tarth with the two of them. She sighs a little.

"Doing it right will save your life." Not a question but an observation. The stars could as perilous as the sea. Shipwrecker Bay that Tarth resides in has killed lords and sailors alike.

Brienne does her part and sees that already there is sufficient help. In light of that she unhooks the leathers that keep her sword and scabbard at her belt. Oathkeeper will still be within sight and reach. Removing it makes it more comfortable to sit.

"Frea was among the first people I met here in Nexus." Sweets were involved then as well.

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My turn again I guess? IDK. Tell me if this needs to go away. :/

Nope, I was waiting for you two. Brienne, Frea, Han is a good order.

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Do not tempt me to break out the Brienne and Tormund memes. :P

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