(1310-05-13) Gingerbreads and Loaves
Summary: Fleur pays a visit to the bakery in the Market Plaza, and bumps into an Alyssum. Gingerbread and loaves are bought.
RL Date: May 13th, 2018
Related: None
fleur marielle 

Bakery

L'Agnacites hold with the truism the expression of art through food is a holy calling, and such a shrine pays homage to the creative spark. Gourmands worship at a marble altar groaning under a sinful array of glistening pastries and thin cakes. Offerings stacked in neat rows behind glass gleam bright as a raj's jewels: ripe cranberries and pomegranate seeds under clear glaze, clouds of pearly cream, ruby strawberries and pale jade grapes. Pale gold custard tarts and honey-drenched buns sit next to delicate finger-cakes dusted in cocoa and curls of shaved chocolate. Fruits of the season laboriously contrived into visual illusions transform humble apples into ladies' purses with aid of crepes, or create the famed dome of Marsilikos from apricots and oranges.%r%rSenses besieged from every direction find no relief. Colourful cream-filled macarons whet the visual appetite as the scent of fresh-baked breads stir out from the ovens from the pre-dawn hours until mid-afternoon. Seating is sparse, merely a few wooden benches to the front. The long, narrow shop is dominated by display cases and the odd bottle of fruit wine and sherry mounted upon a shelf for an afternoon aperitif. Plain white walls graced by sconces overflowing in seasonal flowers hardly detract from the baked goods for sale, and the narrow shopfront windows allow light to pour in.


It's been a warm day in the city, and as shadows start to lengthen where buildings cast them upon the streets, a young woman leaves her two guards at the door of the bakery, and steps within. Dressed in sober grey silks, and with her hair swept into a loose romantic knot at the nape of her neck, she directs herself towards the counter where unsold pastries are being removed from the display in preparation for the bakery's closure. "Oh wait. Please. I was wondering whether you might have some gingerbreads still? Those ones that are fashioned into the shapes of people. Or rabbits. Rabbits would work just as well."

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It is rare that the docile and subdued veiled Rose Sauvage Courtesan ventures out to purchase sweets. Her house provides with plenty of delightful ones. The white gown and veils just seem to add to the innocent and gentle aura she projects. Everything about her is demure let inviting. She embodies her alyssum training quite beautifully. The eyes, the onyl part of her truly visible, of Marielle fall on fleur first and they crinkle in the way it is clear she is smiling at the woman. She does not interrupt her order, content to wait until she is done. Around Marielle looks, undoubtedly trying to decide just what it is she wishes to purchase.

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A look of relief settles upon Fleur's face when the woman serving behind the counter speaks. "I have rabbits out the back," she smiles, eyes twinkling as a little flour is dusted from her hands. "The children do love them so." After asking for two, and with the woman disappearing to fetch and fill the order, the blonde-headed woman's attention falls upon Marielle. "You bring back memories of my time on the Mont." A pause. "I shouldn't be long, so hopefully you won't be too delayed. I imagine, if you are anything like the Alyssums I used to know, that you'll be eager to return to your Salon." A wisp of hair is tucked back from her face as she speaks, her movements precise and economic.

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To fleur Marielle's eyes slide once more, the woman studied a long moment. There is no doubting that Marielle is taking a moment to get a read on the woman. "I am in no rush. I agreed to a rare moment of meeting someone rather than they coming to Rose Sauvage. There was no specific time to meet this person." It is unclear if it is work related or personal related. "I wished to bring something sweet for this person." says the Alyssum Courtesan. "I do not venture to shops often." THe demure girl likely has enough skill that she has people preffering to venture to where she is rather than her going to them.

*

"You are doing what I am doing then," Fleur says, hands folding neatly together where they join before her. She looks to be mid-20's in age, and stands at an average height of around five feet and four inches. There is nothing average in her looks however, for she is an exquisite example of a d'Angeline whom is filled with the blood of the angels. From the tips of her toes to the crown of her head, her bearing is noble, and the gentle slope of her shoulders and neck would speak of a Courcel were a person familiar with spotting familial traits. "The gingerbreads are for my children." With the mention of them, her face softens quite naturally, a smile ghosting her expression with warmth, if only for a second. "We are recently come to the City to enjoy the sea air and the warmth to be found here. You must be proud of your City. What I have seen of it so far, is breathtaking."

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"It is quite a city." agrees Marielle. Finally she makes a decision on what it is she would like to buy. "your must have a great fondness for them." says Marielle, "I have several siblings but I am not certain I will be having children." Marielle is probably happy with being a memmber of the Salons without having to worry about having children.

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"A great fondness?" Fleur says, the tip of her nose crinkling a little as she accepts the small package that's handed her. "I sometimes think that my love for them is all-consuming. They are my world." Some coins are fished from the skirts of her pocket, and these she hands to the woman along with a nod of thanks. "They will love these, I'm sure. I will have to bring them with me next time so that they might choose for themselves." The package held lightly, she turns her attention more fully on Marielle. "I cannot remember a time when I did not imagine marriage and children myself. But that is what makes d'Angelines so wonderful. How different we all are. Your siblings are all here with you in Marsilikos too?"

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"Two are also Curtesans and the other two are doing their duties as nobles." Marielle steps up to place her order and pay for it once Fleur is done. " I best get off to my visit."

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"Perhaps our paths will cross again since I am in here in the city a while," Fleur says, a quick smile for the Alyssum as she turns to leave. She herself lingers longer within the shop, distracted by further loaves of unsold breads and pastries. She hunts for further coins within her skirt pockets, and hands what she has to the baker. "If I may, I will take those. But have you a basket I might borrow?" It's a few minutes later that she emerges into the cooling evening with not one, but two baskets of the baker's surplus, and with one handed off to the shorter of her guards, they make their through the streets, their destination apparently lying in the direction of the docks.

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