(1310-05-14) All Roses Bear Thorns
Summary: Gauge comes upon Desarae where she's keeping out of the public eye in the garden. They are joined by Séverine, and later yet by Aziza. Desarae suffers a slip of composure in the face of the foreigner.
RL Date: Tue May 15, 2018
Related: None
desarae gauge severine aziza 

Gardens - La Rose Sauvage

The gardens of La Rose Sauvage offer a different ambience and atmosphere than that of the more oppressive and richly ornate salon. Tall casement windows spill out onto a paved area which gives way to neatly arranged flowerbeds, where a predominance of roses pay homage to the canons encompassed by this salon. The paths are of a dark granite grey which have softened over the years by the enroachment of mosses and lichens, with smaller paths winding off through the beds. It's here along these secluded paths that arborial areas and private nooks might be found, and where privacy is granted to those that seek it through flowering hedges and curtained awnings.

A fountain plays at the centre of the garden, the copper figures of two nude women, long since mellowed to a soft verdigris, spill water from shells into a pool at its base. The main pathway through the garden leads to a terracotta tiled courtyard that sits towards the farthest end, the walls here flanked by creeping ivys which cloak the walls in scarlet and orange during the autumn months. An oiled silk awning hangs over the courtyard to give shelter from both sun and rain, and oil lamps light the area when evening falls.


Any number of regular patrons to Rose Sauvage in the last two or three days might have noted the absence of a certain young novice from those that wait and serve there. That person would be Desarae. But the life of the salon goes on regardless, and the company to be found there is as bright and as welcoming as ever it is, even if it lacks that certain je ne c'est quoi that the young Mereliot brings. It because the day of her debut draws ever closer, and mindful of this certain aspects of her training have intensified. Seated now on one of the benches in the courtyard to the far end of the gardens, lamplight illuminating the tome from which she reads, the welts around her wrists are rather less obvious than they might be were she within the salon, and with cuffs pulled low they are hardly even visible in this light. Tomorrow she's been told that she'll be able to return to the more obviously public areas of the Salon, but tonight is her's.

*

Gauge makes his way from the regular portion of La Rose Sauvage and out into the Gardens with the look of one who has never been in this section of the Salon before. His gaze sweeps the area, looking at the flowerbeds and all of the roses causes a small smile to twist Gauge's lips into a smirk and his eyes seem to be appreciative of the decor and the arrangement though the fact that it is night, cool, and raining outside does limit the ambience somewhat. He doesn't himself wander off any of the side paths as of yet, making his way towards the fountain that dominates the center of the garden and takes in the display of the nude women that it makes. He doesn't mind the drizzle that comes down but as it dampens his hair that hangs down to the middle of his back the normally straight hair starts to gain more curls from the humidity. He pauses out in the open to study that fountain though with a small smile on his face as he looks to see if either one of them bears the marks that might accompany a Red Rose or not but then ends up catching sight of Desarae on her bench.

Gauge turns and walks over towards that very self same bench and he studies the novice, "I hope you have been well, Desarae. I hadn't seen you for some few days during my nightly visits. I was wondering if you had fallen ill." As he approaches she might notice he is carrying a small wrapped package in the crook of one arm, tucked against his side with his coat protecting it from the drizzling rain he was walking through.

*

In the past few days, Séverine has been scarce in the salon. A passing indisposition, or similar, as sometimes occurred in the time following an assignation. What Desarae may have picked up in the murmurings of gossip among her Rose brothers and sisters in the dormitory and elsewhere, is that the salon healer, a failed servant of Naamah in her mid-forties going by the name of Livia no Rose Sauvage, had been calling on Séverine in her chambers twice a day till yesterday. It is now, on this late eve, that the Second in charge of Red Roses ventures out into the gardens, clad in a long-sleeved gown, her back for once covered indicating she is not available for assignations. Honey-blonde hair with that tendency towards red is worn in a loose knot. Spotting Desarae, Séverine pauses, reminded of the fact suddenly that her recent indisposition had forced her to abandon duties, with tutoring this novice of hers being one of them. There is a soft intake of breath when Séverine becomes aware of Gauge d'Eresse approaching the young novice. Not willing to intrude as of yet, she still cannot help it. She moves as silently as possible, the dark green of her gown offering perhaps enough to blend slightly with the darkness of the garden. Approaching to observe. To overhear. And to watch over her young charge, as she is addressed by the baron.

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<FS3> Severine rolls Stealth: Good Success. (7 1 2 5 5 7 2)
<FS3> Gauge rolls Perception: Success. (4 1 7 2 1 2)
<FS3> Desarae rolls Perception: Good Success. (8 8 1 7 4 5 5 3)

*

There's not many of those that patronise Rose Sauvage that venture into the gardens on a cool and damp evening, not when so much diversion is to be found within the walls of the salon. It is therefore with some surprise that Desarae's attention is pulled from her book on Gauge's approach. Her choice of attire is less formal than that which she wears when serving within the salon, and comprises layer upon layer of smoke grey voile that's beaded with flowers and leaves. A contrast of colour is allowed for by the muted rose sash that winds about her waist, and which is made all that more visible by her swiftness to her feet. "My Lord d'Eresse." Her curtsey is deep, her skirts drifting like smoke about her dipped figure before she brings herself back to the upright. Her book lies abandoned on the bench behind her, left face down in a manner that'd roll the eyes of those that treasure such, and her hands come to a loose knot in the small of her back. Her eyes flick to the left and settle briefly on the deeper shadows cast by the light of the lamps hitting a tree, but they're quickly returned to Gauge. If she notes the package he carries, then she makes no mention of it, just as she makes no mention of her Second that she'd briefly caught sight of. A novice is never alone, after all.

There's a nod of Desarae's head to the question Gauge asks of her. "I have not been ill, my lord. Merely attending my studies. I am flattered that my absence was noted."

*

"Of course I noticed your absence Desarae," Gauge rumbles in that rough gravelly voice of his, "I am looking forwards to your debut and your progress is of great interest to me." He gestures with his free hand towards her space on the bench she was sitting at before in an invitation to regain her seat. "I always enjoy our conversations, they make me look forwards to it with ever rising fervor." A rumble of a chuckle follows as he moves to sit down as well. "I had come tonight though to look for the Second who has been overseeing your training and provided such meaningful company and conversation." He shifts the package into both hands as he moves to sit on the bench as well though not where she was sitting. A sweep of the sword on his hip adjusts it to rest along his thigh so he can sit comfortably and relax into the corner of the bench.

Looking out into the garden Gauge studies all the flower beds and rose bushes. "I have never been out here before." He rumbles, "It is really rather pleasant. I noticed all the nooks and paths leading off into the bushes and I wondered if there were perhaps assignations carried out within these domains too instead of the red rooms." Gauge turns his attention towards Desarae and asks, "What is your opinion on somewhat public displays of contract?" He gestures around, "Such as might be obtained in this location. Where others could happen upon you during the course of your assignation." His rough tone is curious as he studies Desarae.

*

<FS3> Severine rolls Composure: Great Success. (8 6 1 7 5 8 1 8)

*

The silent observer hiding in the shadows of the garden sees that look Desarae casts in her direction, and Séverine smiles, noting the moment their gazes connect, without Desarae even making mention of it towards the baron. It is what he says though, that makes her slowly move into the light of the oil lamps, pace even yet somewhat careful, as if walking were still hampered by a certain slight discomfort. The skin of her face and what is is visible of the neck is pale as ever, no visible bruises there. "My lord Gauge d'Eresse," she greets with a curtsey; a deep curtsey executed with all the grace as expected in the Night Court. Only a faint twitch of her brows may signal to the very perceptive that this may take more effort than usual. A smile curves her lips as she straightens. "What a pleasure it is to see you again. So soon.", Séverine remarks, before her grey gaze shifts from him towards Desarae. "I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation. You should reply to the question the baron has addressed to you. It is a thing some patrons do wonder about, now and then." Electing to lean against the trunk of a tree, Séverine tilts her head a little, some red-blonde strands catching the light of the lamps as she gives her charge an assessing look. This may be a test of the novice, to gauge how well she is prepared for the life as an adept of Rose Sauvage.

*

Desarae would normally pull a cushion from one of the seats and make of it a place that she might kneel at Gauge's feet. But he's indicated this is not required. It's with a bite to her lip that she glances once more to that one particular spot in the gardens before she collects up her book and lowers herself to sit where told. It takes her a moment to smooth down those layers of chiffon, though her response to Gauge is forestalled by the arrival of her Second. Her smile for Séverine is both instant and warm, though a fraction of a moment is taken to assess the woman and her pained movements before she greets her. "Hello Séverine, it is good to see you up and about again." There's only a slight edge of concern to the tone of her voice, and with a nod of her head her attention returns to the noble beside her. "Our Patrons do sometimes request assignations with our Courtesans here in these gardens, my lord. The thorns of the roses are wickedly sharp and unforgiving, and there is much to recommend an assignation held here. Those that enjoy the canon we offer here are, however, not often willing to indulge the voyeurism of others, for what we offer is not something that some would willing admit to seeking. Therefore when such assignations occur, the doors to the gardens will be locked, and admittance barred until the contract is done." The astute would notice the slight lift of colour in Desarae's cheeks when she speaks of the thorns, and her hands lace over the book in her lap as her eyes break from Gauge's and return to Séverine's.

*

<FS3> Gauge rolls Perception: Success. (3 3 7 4 4 2)

*

Gauge looks over towards Séverine as she arrives or at least makes her presence known, his gaze flicks over the Second's appearance, the way she moves, and the manner there of it. The faintest of smiles curls the corners of his lips upward as he takes in every detail that he does notice. "Always a pleasure to see you Séverine, I am glad to see you up and about so soon." Then he turns his attention back towards Desarae and listens to the explanation given, "Is it required that the doors be locked or is that something that can be requested to be otherwise?" He asks curiously, shifting the box in his hands before he looks back towards Séverine and gestures not towards the empty space on the bench, but instead to a space at his feet. It is a casual gesture, but a pointed one, given that Séverine is clearly recovering from her last assignation still.

That done Gauge turns his attention back towards Desarae, "I am also curious as to your opinion on repeat assignations to the same Patron. One where you may not have had enough time to fully recover from the last one. I am told that this is something that can occur with the proper impetus." He turns slightly in how he sits so that he can watch both Séverine and Desarae at the same time.

*

<FS3> Severine rolls Composure: Good Success. (3 8 2 5 2 8 5 6)

*

There is a smile blossoming on Séverine's features, a bit of pride there flashing in her stormy eyes upon hearing Desarae's reply. It is Gauge though, his pointed comment on her swift recovery, that earns him a look and a slight flicker in her gaze. "You seem to be surprised," she remarks lightly, brows lifting as she notes his pointed glance to the space on the ground before where he is seated. She blinks and then follows the unspoken request, but whether it is out of obedience or the wish to brave the challenge by turning it into her own for him remains to be seen. There is only a faint intake of breath before she lowers herself onto her knees before him, dark green silk shifting in the skirts as she arranges them adequately. Her brows knit ever so briefly, but then, with a soft exhale, Séverine elects to lift her gaze to Gauge from where she now kneels as he wished her to.

"My lord. This is not La Glycine. If it is an orgy you wish for, you'd be better served there. Here… it may be the wish of a patron to have an audience at times. But these will be select people, he picks, each of those agreed upon and given permission by our Dowayne." Her voice is soft and gentle, but there is a layer of confidence and determination hidden below the surface of all that softness. "As for the other thing you mention, my lord…" Her head turns to address Desarae, focusing on her with the calm authority of a tutor and instructor, "I told Lord Gauge that marks left would usually have to heal off completely, before a rose can delight another patron. If assigned by the same, marks would be appreciated, perhaps to have not yet fully vanished."

*

Desarae draws a slow breath, the gentle slope of her shoulders rising and falling with the probing questions asked by Gauge. She waits until Séverine's explanation on privacy and orgies is given, before addressing part of that subject herself. "Those interested in furthering their own skills by watching others would request a Showing, and that is where Courtesans practiced in the arts of both our canon and that of the Thorny Rose might be observed. If my lord is interested in such, then I am sure something could be arranged." The corner of her mouth tugs ever so slightly as one hand lifts to trap a stray length of hair that wisps to catch in its crease. She tucks it neatly back behind one ear, though the next question asked gives her cause to pause, and her eyes flit Séverine's way once more. "As Séverine says, the body needs time to heal if more permanent injuries are not to be endured. It is our honour to serve Naamah in the manner in which we do. To be unable to do so would be unthinkable. Though a Patron might enjoy seeing the marks of his work upon our flesh, too much and too soon repeated would perhaps break not only our flesh but our spirit too."

*

"It was not an orgy I was inquiring about, but merely an audience." Gauge mentions to Séverine with a slight frown at the assumption. "There are times when a person might take pride in others enjoying their work and skill. Their ability to put on a performance." He considers Séverine for a few moments, studying her kneeling position before him and then he looks back towards Desarae, "But I asked your opinion Desarae, on what that would mean for you." He reaches up to lightly brush her hair with his fingertips along the top of her ear and then down behind the ear and along her neck if she doesn't pull away. It is but a light touch however and one easily avoided if she wished to. "So even you are worried about your spirit being broken, and here you give the impression it is unbreakable." He looks vaguely disappointed before he looks away from Desarae and then looks back to Séverine.

The package he'd been holding, Gauge flips around to offer towards Séverine with both hands. The package itself is a box wrapped in silvery white wrapping paper and tied with a green ribbon. "For you, Séverine, in appreciation for our time together those few days ago." Gauge is seated on a bench with Desarae beside him, Séverine is kneeling on the ground before Gauge and the Baron de Beaucare is offering her a package.

When the paper is removed there is a flip open jewelry box covered in red velvet and when that is opened there is a beautiful piece of jewelry within resting on a bed of darker red silk and padding: It is a bracelet of red gold linked chains that are fine and delicate but the style of chains are those that would bind and cuff together, the linking mechanism a pair of manacles. Set into the chain links are mounting points of worked gold, twisted to look like a bed of thorns that are encasing rubies that have been carved into red roses. The number of red ruby roses is significant, if one knew the meaning behind the bracelet entirely.

*

Aziza had decided to go out exploring that Rose Sauvage once more. Those kohl lined brown eyes seem to shine as she took in the gardens. Was one of her many guards with her? Surprisingly no..at least not here. Taking a deep breath she adjusts the sheer white silks that adorn her sun kissed skin before a hand moves to that Usekh collar that adorns her neck and shoulders. Spotting the trio she says nothing but smirks as she simply moves quietly to take in these gardens.

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<FS3> Severine rolls Perception: Good Success. (2 7 3 4 5 7 5 1 6 8)

*

A daring glint in stormy grey eyes is the subtle reaction to Gauge's counter. A slight lift of a brow, before Séverine dares to add, "I mistook your meaning then, thinking you were suggesting opening doors to whoever would walk into the gardens. Forgive me, my lord." A demure downflick of her gaze completes her current kneel towards an abeyante posture, with slender-fingered hands laced loosely in her lap, even if the way she keeps her back straight suggests a certain pride and confidence. Little does she contribute to Desarae's exchange with the baron, when the same suddenly presents her with a gift. Fingers unlace, hands lifting to accept the wrapped package, which she then elects to unwrap right then and there, knowing this would be what he expects of her. The wrapping comes loose, and with a faint blush adorning usually so pale cheeks inspects what opening the box bares to the view.

"You are very generous, my lord," Séverine manages, her tone suddenly a touch softer than just a moment before, when she takes the intricate piece of jewelry from its velvety confines. There may be a pointed consideration of the rubies worked into the piece, as she turns the bracelet of chains, admiring it from different angles. And a slight deepening of the blush as she lifts her gaze to meet that of the baron, inclining her head to him. "I see, you were paying attention."

The approach of a newcomer is noted, despite the somewhat imperfect lighting conditions, and Séverine's head turns just so, glancing over her shoulder. Just a fraction of a second, acknowledging the presence of the woman with a nod, before her attention must shift back to Gauge sitting before her.

*

"The hardest of diamonds will eventually yield when placed under pressure," Desarae says to Gauge, her eyes meeting quietly with his as her response is given. "And I am as yet untested. Nobody has tried to break me, though I surely hope that they will. Try, that is. If you are asking whether I wish for a long term Patron, then the answer is yes, my lord. Most Courtesans would wish for that. It is through these repeat assignations that I am told that the most intimate parts of ourselves are revealed. It is where our breaking points are learned of, where they are explored and where they are pushed to their furthest limits. I will have Patrons whom will come and go, and of those there will be but a handful whom will actually know these things of me." Her lower lip juts a little with her pronouncement on things, and her attention is caught for a moment by the arrival of Aziza to the gardens. Eyes narrow, and her mouth flattens to a tight line as she looks the foreigner over. The look that she gives the woman is not entirely one of welcome. It's with an effort of will that she looks away from her, bring her focus to bear on the jewellery that Séverine now holds. "So beautiful, Séverine. They will look stunning upon you."

*

"Of course." Gauge tells Séverine with a faint smile at her response to the gift and an inclination of his head towards her and then he reaches to lightly stroke Séverine's cheek and hair tenderly to run his fingertips down the back of her neck lightly if she allows. Sensing movement over to the side Gauge turns his attention to Aziza and he smiles, "Ambassador." He rises to his feet and offers a hand to Aziza, "I am not sure if I should be surprised to see you in this Salon or not, but I am not." His deep gravelly voice turns a bit lighter at the comment and he chuckles. "Ambassador Aziza Nihr, this is the Second of La Rose Sauvage, Séverine." He indicates the kneeling woman who has her marque covered. Then another gesture towards Desarae, "And the Novice Desarae, who will be having her debut in just over a months time." He gestures, "Would you join us?"

Looking over towards Desarae, Gauge raises an eyebrow and notes, "A diamond which yields to the proper pressure is shaped and gains new facets, though it does break and chip it is sculpted into greater beauty and form. A diamond in the rough is hardly a beautiful thing." He studies her for a few long moments, "I am interested to see what you can be shaped into, given enough time."

*

Aziza stops as she raises a brow. Severine was given a polite nod in return but it is Desarae that those chocolate eyes stay upon. A frown now tugs at her normally stoic features as she looks the woman over slowly. A hand moves to her side as she stops her movement, a slight wince before she moves to take Gauge's hand. "Baron….I was actually looking for someone particular." Finally she looks back to the man though that frown still present. "Though seeing as I don't see her…." At that she looks to Severine with a warm smile, bowing her head to the woman "A pleasure…." At the mention of Desarae simply nods before looking back to Gauge. "Perhaps I shouldn't. I do not stay where I am obviously not desired. Perhaps I shall come back to look to speak to this young woman I seek again later…." Slowly goes to let go of his hand with a waned smile. "Sorry for the intrusion…" A bow of her head as she turns to make her way out of the gardens. She wasn't oblivious to that look to say the least.

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<FS3> Severine rolls Composure: Good Success. (4 3 2 8 8 5 3 5)
<FS3> Severine rolls Perception: Good Success. (1 8 2 1 1 8 2 6 8 4)

*

Again, Séverine seems to be pleased with Desarae's response towards Gauge, and the way the novice is holding her ground. "They will look stunning upon me, yes," she agrees, gaze flicking to the gilded manacle-shaped links with rubies, a subtle turn there of one hand, and a wrist that is covered by the dark green silk of the sleeve. "Thank you, my lord," this she says towards Gauge, "for this gift. I will treasure it and think of you, whenever I wear it." With that said, she stows the bracelet back into the small box, shuts the lid and puts it aside. The fact that Aziza is introduced to her, requires the Second to rise, and she does so, with the fluent grace of a courtesan. Gauge might note the faint line between her brows, the composure it takes her to disregard any discomfort this may cause her, as she is still recovering. "Ambassador.", Séverine greets, and yes, she offers yet another curtsey to the foreigner, her demeanor that of courtesy and respect. "I am pleased to meet you. I hope you were properly received in the salon? If not, allow me to accompany you inside. I trust you have questions, if this is your first visit to Rose Sauvage…"

A sideways glance she gives Desarae, a look of rebuke, and a slight shake of the head, given as Aziza seems already about to leave the gardens. "You were not intruding, Ambassador. Mayhaps… if you tell me whom you were looking for, I might be able to help."

*

<FS3> Desarae rolls Composure: Failure. (2 2 2 3 3 5 3 4 3)

*

Years of training cannot quite conceal Desarae's true feelings towards Aziza. Her face sets in a stony mask, and her eyes are like chips of emeralds as the introductions are made. Oh yes, the curtsey for the Ambassador is there, and whilst it might outwardly appear perfectly executed, there's a stiffness to both her shoulders and her carriage that would almost speak of a person performing the action under duress. "Ambassador…" The single word greeting is monotone, and there's a proud tilt to her chin as she brings her eyes to level once more on the foreigner before them. Distrust. Revulsion. Superiority. A myriad of emotions and more are there in the nuances that ghost her expression before Séverine steps forward to distract the Ambassador away. But only for those that know what they're seeing.

*

<FS3> Gauge rolls Composure: Good Success. (5 4 4 8 8 1 5)
<FS3> Aziza rolls Composure: Good Success. (5 3 7 1 8 2 5)
<FS3> Aziza rolls Perception: Success. (6 8 2 1 5)

*

That look, that one cannot be ignored. "I have decided this one is not worth visiting." Gauge rumbles to Séverine in his growly voice after a few moments of digesting Desarae's expression, "Clearly it seems some are not fit to serve Naamah even with years of training. I shall be avoiding this one's Debut." He moves to step away from the bench and Desarae, turning his attention to Aziza and Séverine, "I assure you Ambassador, your presence is always desired by me." And he too moves away from the novice and over towards Aziza, long stride helping to catch him up to the pair.

*

Aziza stops in her steps as she hears Severine. Turning slowly, her hand upon her side as she does so she smiles. "I was indeed…thank you. This is my second time to your beautiful salon and I met a wonderful young woman named Marielle here. So very welcoming and polite…I dare say she could teach a thing or two to some." At that she bows slightly to the woman. "And I appreciate that but seems I put an unpleasant taste in the novices mouth. And after recent events that led to my unexpected stop here in this beautiful city….I think it best to return back to my quarters at the palace and perhaps finish my report back home." Looking to Desarae she simply raises a brow, her lips parting to say something but instead she turns her attention to Gauge. "I'm sure it is just that I am not fit in her eyes…." At that she smiles slightly only to turn and make her way back to the main part of the salon.

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<FS3> Gauge rolls Politics: Success. (5 5 7 3 2)
<FS3> Severine rolls Politics: Success. (5 1 8 2 1 5 3 6 3)
<FS3> Aziza rolls Politics: Success. (2 5 3 4 2 8 2 3)

*

"Get me my box." There is little warmth in the tone Séverine addresses to Desarae, a steely authority she rarely displays in the presence of potential patrons. "I want you to take it to my room. You are to retire for tonight, my dear." She heard Gauge very well, and his ire at Desarae's lapse in composure, even if not a single discourtesy had left the novice's lips. And this may be the fact she ponders, from a business point of view. To have lost one potential bidder for the upcoming debut of Desarae. Biting back any comment she was about to retort, Séverine elects to smile instead, remarking lightly, "How can you possibly know, my lord." Her way of stating that the choice of Naamah's Servants was rarely based on political reasons. "Pride has been one of the reasons that have recommended Desarae to our salon. You are already acquainted with her aunt, my lady Ambassador. Her Grace, the Duchesse of Eisande." She follows along, as Aziza seems intent on leaving the gardens, a faint strain there in expression as Séverine moves with outward grace. "As for Marielle…" She chuckles softly, smiling amiably. "She is one of the White Roses, and not under my charge. She is lovely, yes, and if you are looking for her, mayhaps I can have her fetched and brought downstairs…?"

*

Tension eases from both Desarae's face and frame as Aziza starts her retreat, and if there were any regret at what Gauge says in his pronouncements of her, then this time she does manage to keep her composure from slipping. Placid of face, she turns to her Second. "Yes, Séverine." Her curtsey is swiftly performed, and with head held high she chooses to look to neither Gauge nor Aziza, but blanks them entirely instead as she gathers up both her book and Séverine's box before slipping past the trio in the direction of the salon.

*

"You are most likely right." Gauge rumbles to Séverine, "I can only know my thoughts on the matter. Perhaps I misspoke on that particular account. The rest however…" With that he turns his attention back to Aziza, "She is a remarkable one yes, I spoke with her briefly and she illuminated me on the workings of the White Roses." He doesn't look back towards Desarae at all, instead making his way through the garden and towards the Salon proper as well. "I have never been one for that particular pursuit but everyone does have their unique tastes, and charms." He looks thoughtful a moment but then murmurs something to Aziza as they make their way through.

*

Aziza smiles to Severine as she looks to her. "Her Grace is lovely and has been so kind. I know she is looking forward to hearing my experiences here in the city since she kindly placed me under her care and protection…." A beat. "As for Marielle….no need. I simply wished to speak with her. She said something that caught my ear and it was refreshing." Someone passed them? She didn't notice as she motioned for Severine to lead the way. "After you…" Hearing Gauge's word's she raises a hand, shaking her head as she smiles as if waving it off as something minute. And into the main salon she goes.

*

Novice dismissed. Séverine seems to be somewhat relieved, when Desarae removes herself from their presence, and with a faint twinkle in her eyes she makes sure the novice takes her book and Séverine's box, before she shifts her attention back to Gauge and Aziza, following them into the salon with a soft sigh.

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