(1310-05-17) Coming to Terms
Summary: Aziza returns to La Rose Sauvage to see if Desarae was about in regards to her letter to her but runs into Marielle as well.
RL Date: Thu May 17, 1310
Related: Just Desserts and Late Night Apology
desarae aziza marielle 

La Rose Sauvage

A huge hearth of black marble, with gargoyles of stone adorning the mantlepiece, governs the foyer of the Salon de la Rose Sauvage, which emanates a certain dark air, the interior design of the more heavy sort, that could easily be encountered in a gentleman's club, especially with the dark cherry wood wainscoting used on the walls. Dark leather upholstery is predominant in the furniture of chaise longues, couches and long-backed chairs that are arranged in a half-circle, leaving space in the center for courtesans (or patrons) to kneel for an inspection. Three tall windows with circular stained-glass insets are framed by dark red curtains of heavy brocade, a few golden threads worked into the fabric catching occasionally the light of flickering oil lamps at the walls. The lamps light a pair of portrait paintings, of the two founders of the salon, Edouard Shahrizai and his cousin Annabelle no Mandrake, resplendent in their dark Kusheline appeal; and a cabinet in a corner, holding a number of quality wines and a flagon of uisghe.%r%rThe foyer has a high ceiling, and a gallery beyond a balustrade of dark teak wood, carved in the shapes of gargoyles. Sometimes a few veiled creatures can be spotted up there, stealing glances at what is going on below; from the gallery, which can be reached by ascending some winding stairs at the back of the foyer. Beside the stairs leading up is a hallway on ground level, leading further into the building to where the offices of the leader of the salon and his two Seconds can be found, along with the two wings of private quarters for roses of Mandrake and Valerian canon.


Aziza was back it seems, those kohl lined eyes seemingly half lidded as she looks around. Looking down at the note within her fingers she just stares at it before tucking it away with in the folds of her garment. Dressed in all black sheer silks, layered in a manner that was just barely the hint of skin being show but was tied up to her neck. At the junction of that dress was an intricately woven neck adornment of the same fabric that seemed to cascade up and over her head to hide her hair from the world. Pulled tight into a bun, her hair was covered with those silks and lace that features an adornment upon her forehead. Exhaling deeply she simply makes her way to a seat and just….waits.

*

From the second floor the veiled Marielle slips down the stairs. THe gentle rustle of hr skirts the only sound that escapes the courtesan. Each step she takes is demure, exuding a sense of innocence. Her hand is lifted to trail along the railing. Once at the bottom Marielle gives a glance around, gaze sliding from one area to the next as she assesses who is present. When she notes Aziza sitting down and waiting tMarielle moves in that direction. Once near her Marielle says, "I hope you have not been waiting for me, my lady." The veiled smile is given over, "No one mentioned to me you would be arriving or I would have come directly." It is hard to say if the 'innocent' MArielle had a patron or not.

*

Aziza looks up as she hears the rustling and smiles softly. Mari had beat her to it, standing slowly as she clasps her hands in front of her. "No no….so do not worry…." There was a soft chuckle that escapes her lips but she nods. "I was actually sought after by a young woman that wished to speak to me about a matter. It seems she is not free yet so I'm glad to see you." Motioning to the seat she slowly sits back down. "Please. Sit."

*

"I see." says Marielle to Aziza. "I am sure she will be free soon enough." At the invitation to sit down Marielle waits fro Aziza to reseat herself before carefully placing herself beside the ambassador. "Is there anything I can arrange to have brought for you, my lady?" words Marielle of Aziza.

*

Aziza smiles to her but shakes her head. "No thank you…but thank you for the offer." Her voice was soft as she continued to look to her through half lidded eyes. "I was up far to late last night and I fear it has taken its toll. I could not rest….." A beat. "I fear that attack on my caravan bothered me more than I thought…." Clearing her throat she adjusts the black silks of her garment before closing her eyes. "But…I digress. Yesterday was a very long day of learning and enlightenment….it was lovely but the lack of sleep did not make the end of my day pleasant."

*

Although Aziza hadn't sent word to Desarae that she'd arrived at Rose Sauvage, it's not long after she has that the young Novice enters the Salon. Word travels fast amongst courtesans. Dressed in the warm ivory gown that she prefers, the burnished gold discs at her waist glinting where they catch in the light, and with her hair secured in a loose romantic knot at the nape of her neck, she looks the very epitome of grace. It's not difficult to pick out Aziza where she sits with Marielle, and so after speaking quietly to one of the older adepts that hovers to greet patrons, she makes her across the room, and curtsies as she comes to a halt. She doesn't speak, since to do so might interrupt a conversation, and on rising from that curtsey folds her hands neatly behind her back, glancing to Aziza's face before allowing her eyes to cut away and to the floor.

*

"Such things would have an adverse affect on anymore, my lady." Over MArielle looks to Aziza, considering a moment. "The salon Coquelicot might be a place you want to consider going too if you are not certain you wil become at ease. They specialize in such things." To the arm of Aziza Marielle places her hand and gives a brief, soothing touch. "I hope the day helped you in what you needed to learn." says Marielle to Aziza. Desarae's arrival draws Marielle's eyes to her. The Valerian Novice of Rose Sauvage is studied for a long moment by the Alyssum but she does not acknowledge her. Marielle is aware of who Desarae is looking to see and it is not Marielle. Back to the Ambassador Marielle looks, quietly watching her face now, undouobtedly to observe reactions.

*

Aziza looks up from her lap to see Desarae upon her approach, a faint smile still tugging at her lips. Slowly she stands as she smoothes out her clothing then folding her hands in front of herself. Bowing her head, those brown eyes would seem to open a bit more then. "I received your letter….and I am looking forward to speaking with you on the matter for I have something to say as well." A pause as she looks to Marielle with a smile but back to the Valerian with a smile. "I hope you do not mind Marielle here. Though I have spoken a lot of languages since I was a young girl….I want to make sure I do not cause offense unintentionally in case there is a nuance I do not know….I feel it would be beneficial so there are no misunderstandings." But then she seems to think, a look of contemplation crossing her feature as she looks around the room. "Would you rather speak elsewhere? Or will this be a space that is fine for us to speak?"

*

Deserae's eyes flick to Marielle, and a frown creases her brow. "The White Roses are not generally supposed to be here in this Salon, since their canon is one of innocence. If you have requested her to be with us whilst we talk however, then perhaps it would be best if we move to the gardens. I have no problem with Marielle hearing what it is that I need to say to you, Ambassador." Her eyes meet quite plainly with Aziza's as she speaks, and if there were any emotions lingering from the last time that they spoke, then the young woman has clearly managed to now have them firmly under her control. A glance towards the tall windows that give access to the gardens. "Shall we? I could have some refreshments sent out to us, should you wish."

*

Those brown eyes keep on Desarae's gaze as she smiles then nods. "Thank you. I don't want to have my somewhat translator uncomfortable or you uncomfortable if you wished to speak in pure privacy." Looking to Marielle, she nods with a smile before Aziza then motions for Desarae to lead the way. At the mention of refreshments she seems to be in thought then nods. "Water would be just fine actually." The ambassador then waits to follow suit with the Valerian and does so when the young woman moves.

*

IT is not much that can break the mask of innocence on Marielle but Aziza's request for her presence causes it to break briefly. The tone of Marielle stays sweet, gentle even, as she says to Desarae, "I don't believe there is a restriction on the foyer of the salon." It is also rare for Marielle to decide things without assessing what the person she is paying attention too wants. In this case Aziza, "We will stay here." For Marielle 'innocence' does not mean not being able to take control of sometihng. To Aziza the Alyssum smiles through her veil, "You seem quite comfortable here, my lady. Staying here would be best." A glint of wickedness enters the eyes of Marielle as she says, "Or we could go up to the solar. There is quite pleasant." Oh yes, the Courtesan is going to make life difficult for Desarae.

*

Desarae looks back to Marielle, and her eyes narrow at the attempted baiting. "As you will, Marielle." Her smile for the courtesan is nothing but cordial, and when Aziza makes no correction to their intended destination, she beckons one of the other novices over and requests for her to bring them a jug of water and some glasses in the garden. Head held high, she directs the party of three along the main path, then down one of the smaller arterial ones, leading them through the myriad of rose plantings to one of the more secluded arbours. Half-hidden from the path by the ivy and roses that scramble across its roof and sides, she turns to the foreign woman and offers a smile. "This is one of my most favourite spots in the garden. I hope you approve."

*

There were a few words to Marielle in her native tongue of Menekhet….it was melodic and almost soothing. A smile tugs at her lips as she put a hand on the White Rose's shoulder then looks to Desarae. "After you…." And in the gardens they went! Once inside, she follows her along this path as her brown eyes look around to take in their surroundings. As they reached the destinations nods as her smile brightens. "This is wonderful….thank you for showing me this space."

*

The Alyssum listens to the murmurs of Aziza and says something back, just as serene as ever. Marielle doesn't seem inclined to sa anything now, simply acting as a companion for Aziza and a translator when needed.

*

Desarae waits for the others to sit, then takes one of the cushions from the bench and drops it to the ground to one side of the arbour. The side where Aziza sits. The novice she'd requested the water of arrives, slices of lemon and ice floated to cool it down and add a touch of flavour. "You may leave that with me. Thank you Amelle." She takes the tray from the girl and sinks to a kneel on the cushion, placing the water on the grass beside her before resting her hands on her thighs in the classic abeyante position. Her attention is all on Aziza when she speaks. "My reaction to you when last you were here was unforgivable, Ambassador," she says quietly, cutting straight to the quick. "For that, I apologise. It was not my intention to slight you in that manner."

*

As the water was delivered, her gaze moved to it….looking it over for a moment before she quickly looked to Desarae as she knelt in front of her. Aziza sat there perfectly straight….more so than she does around certain people…..that hints at some sort of training. That kohl lined gaze stayed upon the woman as she listened to her intently before speaking. "Thank you for your apology." There was a pause. "However…..I do wish to know what it is about my person that offends you so." There was no snideness to her tone but actual sincerity. "I was taught to hand a lot of things as a diplomat and I will say….I was caught off guard. So forgive me for reacting so hastily and leaving in such a rush."

*

Marielle continues to just sit quietly. She is just here to be available if Aziza needs her.

*

Desarae dispenses water into the glasses as Aziza speaks, then offers the first to the Menekhetian woman, and second to Marielle. Shoulders that had previously been held quite rigid with tension, visibly ease with Aziza's words. Eyes lift back to her's and rest quietly there as she frames her answer before speaking it aloud. "The training of novices can sometimes leave them lacking in areas that might seem something quite normal for others. We are quite cloistered here, and do not mingle as freely with others in the city as many of our peers might. We walk about with guards and chaperones, and interactions are limited. I have probably not met more than a dozen foreigners, and conversed with less. My knowledge comes from books and articles which I have read, many of which do not paint other nations in a favourable light. We are a nation that do not as readily embrace those from other lands as they do us. You came upon us unexpectedly, and my reaction was not one of which I am proud. For that, I am sorry."

*

Aziza sighs softly as she takes the water. Looking to the water, her gaze seemed to be intent….it looked habitual as she then slowly sipped the water. Placing one hand under the bottom of the glass as the other holds it in place in her lap she smiles. "I can understand that….however….." A beat. "Books can be quite the fairytale. I just read one in one of your bookshops in the city that said my people held wild orgies with animals as guests. I can assure you…..there are no animals." There was a hint of amusement in her face as she gave a wink. "Orgies? That is a bit….humorous." A lazy wave of her hand and she just looks to Marielle with a smile before looking back to Desarae. "I…." Her gaze seems to soften. "Believe me when I say I can understand sensation of being chaperoned. I may understand more than you know. As for my unexpectedness…." Those brown eyes seems to keep on the Valerian as she sighs. "….it was so for me too. I was on my way to the City of Elua for the Pharaoh. We were attacked and I was unconscious as some….man saw the incident and assisted. My men do not speak your language and my last orders to them were to follow him after he offered assistance before I passed out. Needles to say….I did not expect to wake up so close to Elua." A beat then as she looks to the side. "Strange man….his name is Luka….."

*

As expected little betrays Marielle's thoughts. Layers of clothing does that. She is also not looking at either directly so her eyes can not be seen. She seems pretty content with sitting quiet. A light hand touches Aziza's arm here and there when Marielle feels she is getting stressed.

*

"I think that that particular book is not one that I have come across, my lady," Desarae says, her teeth catching at her lower lip to stem a smile. It's what Aziza says about Elua, and her journey however, that brings that potential smile to heel, and after glancing towards Marielle, her focus returns to Aziza, where her words are met with a shake of the young novice's head. "I think that if you consider a journey of nearly two hundred miles to be close to a place, then I suppose that yes, we are close to Elua. It would take a good four or five days of travelling however, and probably not a trip that you would wish to consider whilst recovering from your injuries. It is a marvel that you made it to Marsilikos as it is considering the distance from Caerdicci Unitas to here. Did this Luka person not think to take you somewhere closer to where you were attacked that you might recouperate before travelling again?"

*

"Well I was closer than what I was….." Aziza raises a brow slightly. "That is where I was being sent to next." Looking to Marielle's hand she slowly looks back to Desarae as that smile faded. "And yes….I don't know what was in his head either. I saw him here and he's….strange but I had his gratitude for helping find off what I assume were raiders. I would have preferred to have gone back home but seeing as I was incapacitated…..I was useless on that front…." Setting that water aside she continues on. "To this day I thank my guards for their basic healing knowledge that kept me from dying. However I do think I will be implementing a language program for them so they are unable to communicate." That's when she stares at her intently. "….is that what bothers you? That I was brought here rather than a nearby city?"

*

A question is posed to Aziza by Marieele in Menekhetanby Marielle. As she continues to otherwise just sit quietly and listen. She also soothes Aziza, still, when it seems like she needs it.

*

<FS3> Desarae rolls Politics: Great Success. (7 1 7 8 7 5 8)

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<FS3> Desarae rolls Subterfuge: Good Success. (3 5 3 2 8 7 5)

*

Desarae is quick to shake her head. "No, that is not what bothers me, Lady Ambassador. How could I blame anyone for choosing to come to Marsilikos over anywhere else. It is the Jewel of Eisande." Her hands twist in her lap, and her face is all innocence as she goes on to add. "Perhaps this man, this Luka that you met, believed your injuries were best treated by our healers here in Marsilikos. We have, after all, the finest in Terre d'Ange." If she's lying, she does so well, and her cheeks dimple slightly with the smile that follows. "It is as I said, I was caught off-guard by your sudden arrival. Séverine has promised to work with me and to educate me further so that such will not happen again."

*

<FS3> Aziza rolls Perception: Good Success. (8 5 8 7 6)

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<FS3> Aziza rolls Politics: Good Success. (8 2 1 3 8 5 3 5)

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<FS3> Marielle rolls Perception: Failure. (5 4 3 5 2)

*

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Aziza=perception Vs Desarae=subterfuge
< Aziza: Good Success () Desarae: Good Success ()
< Net Result: DRAW

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<FS3> Opposed Roll — Aziza=perception Vs Desarae=subterfuge
< Aziza: Success () Desarae: Good Success ()
< Net Result: Desarae wins - Marginal Victory

*

Aziza keeps her calm gaze on her with a smile as nods. "I see….that is indeed what I have heard. Her Grace was so kind to have one of the best I would say see after me as well as another that was so modest but oh so skilled." Those kohl lined eyes look to Marielle as she hears those words and responds to her in kind, patting her hand gently to nod before looking back to Desarae. "Well forgive me for catching you off guard…." At that she stands up with a warm smile and exhales. "But if you excuse me….I am in need of rest and wish to catch up with some people that have been oh so kind in expanding my knowledge of these lands. It has been nice to understand the Night Courts here and the aspects much more in depth."

*

Marielle is intent on listening and observing Aziza's response so she doesn't really notice anything about Desarae's fidgeting and the likes. Marielle stands up as well, "Shall I walk you back to the ducal estate, my lady? The person I am to keep company with is in that directions. It is one of the few I make exceptions for." Meaning one of the people she is willing to go too rather than expect to come to her.

*

Desarae pushes to her feet from her abeyante position with consumate ease. "I hope that the remainder of your stay in our city is a pleasurable one, Ambassador. And thank you for accepting my apology. I will tell Séverine that this has been done." Fingers brush specks of dirt and debris from her skirts, and her attention cuts to Marielle at the offer the woman makes. "Thank you, Marielle. I will stay here a while longer so that you two may walk alone." And with that said, she bends to retrieve the cushion from the grass, patting it lightly before hugging it into her stomach.

*

"Of course….thank you for your words and for being understanding." Aziza gives the woman a bow of her head with a smile before looking to Marielle. "That would be nice thank you. I can perhaps ask you so more questions about Naamah and continue my learning before my venture somewhere." Those brown eyes softening she then gives Desarae one more bow before making her exit once all pleasantries were done."

*

An incline of Marielle's head is given to Desarae before she turns to follow along side Aziza towards the exit. "Of course. I'll answer whatever you wish me too."

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