(1310-04-26) Revelations in the Grand Plaza
Summary: Henri comes to Grand Plaza to capture the early morning light with his paints. He also captures the attention of both Imogen and Desarae who are pleased to have bumped into one another, though the arrival of Timeo and his obvious affection for Imogen, soon bring questions from Desarae.
RL Date: Thu Apr 26, 1310
Related: None
timeo desarae imogen henri 

Grand Plaza

No humble, cobbled, crowded town square, this: the grand plaza of Marsilikos gleams, a true centerpiece of a wealthy, international port city. The marble tiles of the square itself are fitted smoothly together, alternating white and greyish-blue with obsidian equal-armed crosses inset at the intersections. Four raised planters, ten meters square, offer cool travertine seating around swaths of raised ground, grassy and tended in all seasons with foliage best beautiful and suiting to the weather, positioned in each of the corner quadrants of the square, and, in the center, a concrete-laid pool is lined with marble, into which four ichthyocentaurs are pouring cool, clean water from carved vases of striking white marble. On a pedestal half-hidden by the winding tails of the ichthyocentaurs is an ancient obelisk, one solid piece of red granite, imported with great expense from Menekhet, mounting twenty one meters into the sky and casting a winding shadow around the corners of the plaza as the day progresses.%r%rOn the western edge of the square a grand marble stairwell overlooks the port and the harbor below; to the north, two strips of marble extend far between the stoate pillars of the marketplace, embracing a well-cultivated spina of greenery.


Its sunrise over the grand plaza, the first light just now making its way into the skies and lighting up the streets. Its a perfect symbol of a new begining and a good time for a recent arrival to the city to explore. Clad in a double of rich sapphire blue with dark grey breeches and boots the clothes Henri wears makes him look casual yet still fairly high class. A servant carrying what appears to be an artists satchel follows him dutifully. He wanders the plaza pausing a moment near the center to just draw in a breath, taking everything in with a grin and a look of wonder. Its written plainly upon his features as he studies the rising sun.

"Gaston. Prepare my paints, I want to capture this." The servant nods and quickly moves to open the large satchel, pulling out a small folding easel and setting it up before fetching a canvas and paints and placing them on the wooden structure. Its out of the way of most of the early morning traffic so hopefully it won't cause problems. Stretching his arms Henri prepares his palette of paints and begins to try and capture the scene before him. It starts with just a few careful lines. Making the outline of the building and the plaza before he begins to fill it in with color. Henri seems quite eager once he gets to painting the sunrise, getting lost in his work or so it seems like.

*

Desarae is taking a little of the early morning air herself today, a novelty for the dark-haired young novice of Rose Sauvage. It's not often that volunteers for the responsibility of chaperone can be found before the sun has properly risen, but today she's accompanied by Orlette, one of the retired, and possibly the oldest, members of that Salon. There's also a guard in the colours of Rose Sauvage that's along to watch over her, and she makes certain to draw enough attention to herself from those that she passes in order to keep him on his toes. Dressed in a gown of ivory brocade, a colour selected as being the perfect foil for the fall of her hair and the warmth of her skin, she bites into a peach that's just been procured from a vendor's stall. Juice drips down her fingers as she turns to survey the Plaza, and it's then that she spots Henri, his easel and his paints. A smile curves her lips, and she starts meandering his way.

*

It seems something about the early morning air has managed to capture alot of people today, as even Imogen has managed to find her way out of the house and into the square this early morning. She's dressed in a gown of white, accented with pearl accessories and silk slippers, though her hands are noticeably gloveless as she walks about, tossing some sort of copper statuette in her hands idily, before her gaze lands on Deserae. "Well hello cousin, fancy meeting you here," she teases good naturedly.

*

Desarae is taking a little of the early morning air herself today, a novelty for the dark-haired young novice of Rose Sauvage. It's not often that volunteers for the responsibility of chaperone can be found before the noon hour, but today she's accompanied by Orlette, one of the retired, and possibly the oldest, members of that Salon. There's also a guard in the colours of Rose Sauvage that's there to watch over her, and she makes certain to draw enough attention to herself from those that she passes in order to keep him on his toes. Dressed in a gown of ivory brocade, a colour selected as being the perfect foil for the fall of her hair and the warmth of her skin, she bites into a peach that's just been procured from a vendor's stall. Juice drips down her fingers as she turns to survey those around her, and it's then that she spots Henri, his easel and his paints. A smile curves her lips, and she starts meandering his way.

*

It seems something about the early morning air has managed to capture alot of people today, as even Imogen has managed to find her way out of the house and into the square this early morning. She's dressed in a gown of white, accented with pearl accessories and silk slippers, though her hands are noticeably gloveless as she walks about, tossing some sort of copper statuette in her hands idily, before her gaze lands on Deserae. "Well hello cousin, fancy meeting you here," she teases good naturedly. (repo)

*

Keeping a partial eye on those around him Henri takes note of the young Rose and her companions as well as the lady who joins her. He never pauses in his work, the brush working tirelessly over the canvas to capture the scene before him. Still he does spare the group a charming little grin and a polite nod as he sees them approching. Once they are close enough to speak he greets them. "Good morning to you fair ladies. Come to admire the beauty of the sunrise and see how it compares to your own?" His tone is a bit teasing as he says that but it still maintains a sincere note. "I am Lord Henri Fhirze, a recent arrival here so please do forgive me for not knowing your names yet." He offers that dazzling grin once more.

*

"Imogen! I will confess that this is a little earlier than I might usually be found." Laughter warms Desarae's words, and she takes another bite from the peach in her hand. "The Companions must have wished us to meet since it is such a rarity for me to be out at this hour. Perhaps they wish for us to gossip. Shall we sit?" She makes the offer after gaining a nod of assent from Orlette that such a thing is permissable, and the hand that's not covered in sticky juices slips into her cousin's to give it an encouraging tug towards a bench beneath a tree. Hopefully Imogen will be able to cope with the statuette with only the one hand left her. Sly eyes drift Henri's way at his greeting, and an assessing look is given him. "Desarae Mereliot nó Rose Sauvage, and this is my cousin, Lady Imogen nó Dahlia de Mereliot. How are you finding our city?"

*

Imogen smiles warmly as her cousin greets her and readily accepts the hand that reaches out to take her own. The statuette is thankfully very small, and easily fits into her free palm as she lets the younger woman lead her and eventually sits down next to her, before both ladies find themselves in conversation with the young lord. "It's a pleasure to meet you my lord," she greets with a charming smile and nod, before quieting down so he might answer Deserae's questions.

*

Henri smiles back at Desarae his storm grey eyes glittering with amusement and delight. "Thus far? I am delighted and inspired by what I have seen. It truly seems to be a lovely city, the people however are what truly make places special I find. So I must learn more about those who live hear before truly passing judgement." He smirks faintly and continues painting even as he speaks with the pair. "Since you fine ladies are the first ones of note I have met i would hazard a guess that this city will prove most enjoyable indeed. Its off to a good start anyway." He winks at them playfully. Meanwhile the servant stands nearby looking faintly amused and trying to hide this fact.

The lord is standing near the center of the plaza with an easal set up before him. His focus is currently divided between painting the sunrise over the city and speaking to Imogen and Desarae who are nearby.

*

There's already those that are starting to rise with the sun and noticing abscences. Having roused from his slumber, the Camelian had gone to do his morning exercises and training. With a fresh bandage on his head and his jacket one of the newer ones, matched with his leather pants, he made his way out to meet Imogen for breakfast.

Only to find that she's been held up for the moment. Coming up behind the pair, Timeo's hand settles on Imogen's shoulder. While daring to touch a former Dahlia - much less the future Comtesse in public may invite trouble, the touch is brief before he releases it. "Bonjour, my Lady." comes the warm greeting as he glances towards Henri with a nod of his head.

*

The blonde stiffens when she feels hands upon her, but it is breif, especially as the voice speaks and she recognizes who it is, even before he steps into her sight proper. "Timeo," she greets with a small smirk before her attention shifts back to the would be artist. "That's a wise approach to take, i fell in love quite fast, but i also have family here and am admittedly biased," she replies with a small smile.

*

Henri smiles watching as Timeo comes up behind Imogen. He continues painting, putting more details and colors onto his canvas and bringing the picture to life with a slow yet steady sort of progress. He nods. "It seems an easy place to love. And having family nearby always makes things better." He replies easily to Imogen before his gaze goes to the lord behind her and he smiles. "Hello. Who might you be?" He asks in a curious and friendly manner.

*

"Hopefully, I am the same that the lovely lady mentioned falling in love with quite quickly, for that affection is returned." Timeo offers, offering a small smirk in return to Imogen. His voice carries the gravely tone of the mountains when he speaks, those bright blue eyes and the scion of Camlach heavy upon him. "Timeo d'Aiglemort." he offers in greetings, stepping to be next to Imogen so that she may take his hand if she wishes.

*

Imogen rolls her eyes with a patient sigh at Timeo's words, but does not correct him, so there is likely some truth to what he says. "I meant falling in love with the /city/ thank you very much," she says chastisingly, even if there is no real severity to her gaze before she rolls her eyes once more and looks to the newcomer. "Indeed it does," she agrees, but quiets to let the two men talk.

*

Imogen? In love? What? Desarae looks at her cousin, and there's sudden smile that blossoms on her face. "Imogen! You did not say!" Not that there'd been an opportunity for her to have done so. since they'd only bumped into each other again but a mere few moments ago. She looks past her cousin and to the Camaeline who's holding the hand which Desarae is not. "I am Imogen's cousin. And you… you are the lord that my Second and I watched sparring yesterday." Henri appears to be forgotten for the moment in the revelation of her cousin being enamoured, but it probably won't be long before she returns to the matter of his painting.

*

Henri grins at Timeo. "Congradulations then for winning the heart of such a fair lady." He goes back to painting for a while now, content to let the others chat while he works on capturing the scene of the sunlight slowly rising above the plaza. The painting is close to being finished by this point, the final touches being added just now. He glances over at the trio every so often, keeping an eye on them and listening even as he paints.

*

There's a small cough and a reddening of the large man's cheeks. Apparently that wasn't something that Imogen wanted out and he smirks slightly. "My apologies, Imogen." he offers politely to the future Comtesse. "Of course the city is lovely as well, though I should take a deeper tour of it sometime." Desarae's remark draws the large man's attention and he gives the future Rose a smile. "That was myself and my cousin, yes. I am Timeo d'Aiglemort, current Viscomte of Marilux."

*

Oh she's in trouble now, you can practically /see/ her irises shrink in fear when her cousin learns of her relationship to Timeo, but she faces her proverbial death with dignity as a good natured smile comes to her face. "It only happened recently, i assure you I haven't intentionally hid him from you or anything so clever," she replies with a grin as she gives in and wraps her slender digits around her apparent lovers much larger ones.

*

A cat-like smile forms on Desarae's lips. It's the sort of 'I-know-something-that-I-probably-shouldn't' sort of a smile. Brilliant green eyes dig hard into Timeo's, as if searching for the truth of her cousin's words within them. "Desarae Mereliot nó Rose Sauvage." A curtsey is sketched and she pulls her hand from Imogen's, lacing it loosely with its twin behind her back. "That was a terrible beating that your cousin gave you in The Citadel yesterday, my lord. Is she often as loud and as terrifying as that?" Ouch. With a few short words she drops the information that Timeo was bested by a female, and the tease in her voice is quite plainly there. "Imogen." She turns back to her cousin. "Has he drowned you in gifts as yet? You must make sure that he does, if not." A pause. "Perhaps he could make a gift to your of your portrait." A switch of her smile as she next addresses Henri. "Do you talents bend to portraiture, my lord? My cousin would be a beautiful subject for you to paint if so."

*

<FS3> Henri rolls Painting: Good Success. (8 3 3 4 2 8 1 7 5 1)

*

Henri finishes the final touches on his painting and steps back to eye it critically. Glancing aside to Desarae he smiles warmly and nods. "Indeed I do. Portraits happen to be my specialty and I would be delighted to offer my services if they are desired." His gaze flicks back to the painting and he cocks his head to the side. "Come tell me what you think oh lovely rose? Am I worthy of painting your cousin?" He steps back, letting them observe his work if they so choose.

*

"I believe that deep down within, that Tempeste firmly believes that she is a male - and would best any that claimed otherwise." Timeo smirks with a small shake of his head. "She is always led on foot with the blade. As I have always carried the pike and the lance. Were the weapons different, perhaps the outcome would have been as well." He holds no ill will towards his cousin's besting of him. "All of those from Camlach, man or woman, must be able to defend themselves in someway." Then his smirk turns into a grin. "To answer your question. Yes, she is always that wild and open - so you must be prepared for whatever she may dish out." His free hand moves to touch the bandage on his head. "As I clearly have proven."

"If I were to gift her with something made in her image, it would be a stone carving of her." he points out to the young woman. "Though I am not opposed to viewing her in all forms of medium and design." Timeo's free hand gently grips Imogen's own as he cants a smile in her direction. "Though you are a bit late on breaking the news, I had already informed her of the nature of my injury when she first saw to it." With that, his attention drifts towards the painting and a gently nudge to Imogen so that they can observe the painting together. "It is quite lovely." But his is an untrained eye.

*

Imogen turns to look at the painting as do the others, she has an eye for this sort of thing, at least a little, such is the Dahlia training with which she was brought up, but she does snicker when her cousin tries to tell on her lover for being beaten by a girl. "Any gift you give me is treasured," she murmurs, her first sign of affection during the entire exchange as she opens her palm to reveal his previous gift resting within. "But yes, he has definately gifted me at least one handmade gift, so don't you worry dear cousin," she remarks teasingly before offering a warm smile to the painter. "Your art is lovely," she says quietly.

*

Something in what Timeo says causes Desarae's smile to grow even wider. "Well you know what they say about those of my canon. Your cousin sounds an interesting person indeed. Perhaps we might see her through the doors of Salon de la Rose Sauvage yet. She might even wish to bid on my debut if she's still in the city come June." Her eyes drop to the copper statuette that's named as Timeo's gift. "Oh. How nice." Disappointment for Imogen shows in her face as she looks the gift over, her smile faltering and her interest waning. It's not gems — how sad. Conversation shifts to Henri, and so too does her attention, and a step forward allows for the perfect view of his canvas. She appears to scrutinise it hard for a moment as she rotates her peach and takes a bite from the virgin side of the fruit. "It is very good, my lord. I like the shifting play of light that you've managed to capture. If Lord Timeo is willing to commission you to paint my cousin, then I really think that you ought. Will you paint her au naturel?"

*

"Perhaps, if she decides to embolden herself with such delights." Timeo agrees. He can see the look in Desrae's eyes - but the gift wasn't for her, was it? When the question comes about on whether or not Imogen would pose nude, there comes a shrug from the Camelian. "I believe that the choice of pose would be up to Imogen, wouldn't you agree?" he asks curiously enough as he gives the Lady's hand a squeeze. "Though she is truly a creature of beauty."

*

Imogen rolls her eyes as she watches her cousins face fall so dramatically at the lack of diamonds and sparkling gems, but unlike Timeo, she takes no offense, she loves the gift. "I don't recall even agreeing to the whole having my portrait done, but i'm not opposed to either, clothed or nude, i'm a d'angeline and a former courtesan," she states as if that will explain her reasons as she looks at the painting.

*

Desarae can't help it, she really can't. It's not that she's so young as to have ever lost her heart to anyone, it's more that she's simply never considered becoming romantically involved with anyone. Training runs deep at the salon, and it will be years before her marque is made and her heart is her own. She pulls a face and reaches for Imogen's hand once more. "It's fine. You don't need to roll your eyes at me Imogen. You really don't. We just like different things." A pause. "The statuette makes you happy, and that is all that matters. You know, this is good in a way, because the fact that you like it means it must be true love." Another pause punctuates her words, and this is followed by an exhalement of breath and a glance across to Henri. "You really do not need concern yourself with a portrait, cousin, if you would rather not. It was just a thought."

*

"Perhaps a portrait of the pair of us?" Timeo decides to offer a compromise to Imogen perhaps. "Something that can be commissioned once things are hashed out between your Duchess and my Duc?" There's a grin towards Desrae, "I doubt I could afford your affections, but I am sure that the one that could would be more than willing to lavish such delights upon you." The older soldier turned Viscomte offers a grin at that.

*

Imogen softens considerably at her cousins words as she takes her hands with all famillial affection. "Eye rolling is just how i show affection dear cousin, i promise, you should see how much Timeo gives me cause to do the same," she assures gently before nodding. "I don't judge you for your tastes, not really, i can see the appeal, it's just that, until recently, pretty things were far beyond /my/ allowance," she points out before looking to timeo. "I could see that, considering the vastly different attitudes that would be present depending on what they decide for us," she teases.

*

Desarae blinks. She's almost left speechless, not because of what Imogen says, but what Timeo does. Her eyes flick quickly from Imogen's face to his. And back. A squeeze of her hand. "What is this? When people speak of things being hashed out between Ducs and Duchesses in the same breath as speaking of love, it tends to mean only one thing. And by your own admission you two only just met." A frown marks her forehead as brows knit, her mouth pursing as an afterthought comes to her. "You never purchase your own trinkets, Imogen." Companions, what a thought.

*

Now it's Timeo's turn to roll his eyes. "Eula, are you always so dramatic?" comes his response to Desarae to her claims of her knowing what is occuring between the two. "And no, she will not buy her own tokens, I will be sure to supply those to her as we grow and learn more of the other - as you said, we are only recently acquainted, but the attraction has been strong since the moment we first shared in the idea."

*

Imogen chuckles softly and smiles gently at her cousin. "It sounds worse than it is, his duc has sent him in search of a mereliot bride, i need a husband and an heir for the title i will one day inherit," she explains with a chuckle. "We just want to make things as pleasant as possible,"

*

If Timeo thinks that's dramatic, he's yet to see her in full flow. Thankfully that day is not today, and so she simply makes the smallest moue of a pout in his direction before turning her attention back on her cousin. "If you are happy, then I am happy for you too. A match with a Camaeline will be good for the family and the provinces, so perhaps it is Naamah that has thrown you together. I can see Orlette making faces at me right now though, so I shall have to leave you. But be sure, be very sure, that you remember to let me know when you decide to visit a seamstress, for I should love to accompany you when thoughts turn to the gown for your wedding." A huff of her breath, and another look to Timeo. "I do wish you well my lord, and hope only good things for the two of you. Perhaps we will meet again soon." A grin. "I must go."

*

"Perhaps. We may attend your debut, just to see how well you do in your gathering of proper tribute to your beauty and skill. If your actions are as sharp as your tongue, I am sure you will be highly prized." Timeo responds in praise of the young novice as he prepares to watch Desarae off before turning to his beloved. "Would you like to continue on to our breakfast?"

*

There's relief in her eyes as Deserae seems to understand, and those who know her can see the subtle signs of her relaxing at her encouragment. "Indeed it would, there's just many aspects to the arrangment that need to be discoused by my aunt and his cousin before it can be done," she agrees before grinning at her. "There is no one I would sooner tell, and we still must have that tea and share novice stories," she agrees warmly.

*

And so the small group break up, with Desarae leaving in one direction with her chaperone and guard, and Timeo and Imogen in the other. There's the smallest spring to Desarae's step as she walks, and she plunges her hand into the bag of peaches that Orlette carries, speaking nineteen to the dozen as she fills in the older woman on the conversation that's just been had. There'll be quite the entry in her journal tonight.

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