(1310-06-01) Red Silk
Summary: A Red Rose and a Thorn make a new acquaintance in a Delaunay.
RL Date: 01/06/2018
Related: None.
severine achille ophelia 

Market Promenade — Marsilikos

Two massive promenades, separated by a narrow row of alternating planters and plinths supporting marble statues from all over the known world, make up a marketplace that extends in a narrow space far to the north of the grand plaza to the south. Each walkway is two two-meter marble slabs wide, one gleaming white, the other greyish-blue, and they alternate to and fro in coloration all the way down each promenade, their intersections marked with a series of equal-armed crosses in shimmering black stone. While there is plenty of space for vendors to set up ad-hoc establishments to hawk their wares, to each side of the double promenade are stoa of fluted marble, holding up a terra-cotta tiled roof over a shady, cool walkway, punctuated here and there with doorways and windows open to a long series of indoor shops, each marked with a hanging sign outside the door.

Every twenty meters or so, five stairs lift the level of the promenade as the marketplace works its way uphill, to a smaller plaza at the northern end where all the most exclusive and expensive shops are established. This smaller plaza also has an obelisk of red granite in the middle; it's shorter, and more slender, but when the change in elevation is taken into account, its tip is at the exact same height as the massive obelisk in the town square to the south.

It is a spring day. The weather is cool and stormy.


Cool and stormy spring days are not the most likely times for someone of the Night Court to wander over the Market Promenade, and yet here she is, the somewhat frail looking frame of Séverine nó Rose Sauvage wrapped in a warm cloak of dark red, as she does just that, wander about between various stalls. Some blonde curls with a definite tendency towards red have managed to escape the shelter of the hood, and a sudden gust of wind tears at them both, hair, and hood, before the latter slips to release some of the former, to be blown about by the wind. Séverine has just stopped at a stall with various ribbons and scarves on offer, when the silken red fabric she had just tested between her delicate fingers is pulled away from her grasp, and a fluttering red scarf of silk rises into the air, drifting through the air by a whim of the spring weather, much to the trader's dismay.

Achille enters the market promenade wearing his robes over his muscular form, befitting that of a noble. A hood and cloak cover his shoulders and head as he moves through the streets. Though he ends up coming across Severine, and he smiles softly to this woman. "Hello there." and he'll lower his hood afterwards, revealing his long golden hair. Half of it is loose, and the other half seems braided at random, giving him a sort of exotic look. "I pray your day is well?" of course he greeted her because she was also at a stall that had managed to gain his attention.

It is a day for Roses, it seems, and perhaps for thorns, though at a passing glance one might presume Ophelia to be anything but. The pale blonde goes in some disregard of the threat of storm for all that she may've let the weather dress her, the black and blue of her gown scarce hinting at anything but that she is some young noblewoman out to shop with a chaperone. Because she is, another, older woman in tow, who seems either unable or unwilling to carry the basket that holds the day's gatherings. Ophelia has that. And like as not may have a ribbon soon as the flutter of red breezes past, catching her gaze like a darting bird might pull the attention of a hawk, provokes a sidestep wherein she snags the trailing edge before that same breeze can launch it away again. So possessed, she holds the scrap of silk like a tournament favor, shifting focus to chase back its trail to the stall.

Such casual greeting, and it is followed by such a polite remark! Séverine looks up, half-turning to face the new arrival, blonde and of d'Angeline good looks this Red Rose has to consider for a moment. Regardless that the scarf rises further up into the air, a fluttering taunt of the trader who continues to curse and shout after it. As if red silk ever was bound to obey, this easily. "My lord," the strawberry blonde courtesan greets, in a voice that shows off both confidence and another quality. She lowers herself into a curtsey, just enough to signal she is aware of his station. "My day is well, yes. Even if…" Her head turns, grey eyes following the flight of the errant scarf. "It seems something was lost." There. Someone very helpful and swift manages to catch the thing, and Séverine's eyes narrow just so, recognizing one of the Thorns. A very young one, at that. The approach, or at least the intention for such is noted, and so the Red Rose turns her attention back to the blonde nobleman standing before her. "I do not believe we have met before, my lord. So it seems only fair that I'd introduce myself. Séverine nó Rose Sauvage. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Achille smiles warmly to Severine, bowing his head in a gentlemanly fashion to the courtesan. nevertheless, when she introduces herself, he smiles even brighter. "I am Achille Delaunay, Vicomte de Gardanne. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady." he'll attempt to kiss her knuckles before his eyes shift to Ophelia as she arrives. "Hello there, my lady. I pray the day is well?"

Recognition goes both way. As Ophelia spies Severine there comes the barest lift of one eyebrow, paired with a pointed glance at the ribbon. Then too there is a moment of confirmation with her chaperone before whatever destination was intended is suspended in favor of approaching what is now a pair. "Did you lose something?" The question is as mild as milk, asked in a voice as soft as velvet, low and smooth. There's a glimmer of something akin to amusement in liquid blue eyes that doesn't otherwise cross her expression though, even as she holds out the bit of silk, just so. "Good day, my lord," she answers back to Achille. "The day seems well, though they are difficult to ail."

"My Lord of Delaunay, you must be a new arrival to the city, or I would have spotted you before," Séverine intones with the ease of someone versed in the subtle ways of flattery. "I serve the Bright Lady, though, and am hardly called one, even if your address honors me." She smiles. It is a frail sort of smile, blooming upon her features before it is bound to dim again, even if only slightly. "Ah, Ophelia. What a coincidence," the courtesan wearing the dark red cloak addresses to the novice. Accepting the red silken scarf from her hands, she considers it, before her gaze lifts to meet the blue-eyed stare of the Shahrizai-based Thorn. "I did lose something, and I am grateful that you have recovered it." The amusement, or the hint of it is spotted in the novice, and with only the slightest furrowing of her brows, Séverine turns towards Achille. "May I introduce to you Ophelia, a sister of my salon, currently in training towards her debut?" Her fingers continue to play with the scarf in her hands, wrapping it loosely about her palm.

Achille smiles softly to Ophelia, bowing his head softly to her as Severine introduces them. "A pleasure to meet you, my lady. I wish you luck with your debut. It can be a rather daunting experience, but it will be for the better, I assure you." Eyes shift to Severine as she flatters him and he even blushes slightly! "Heh, flatterer. Nevertheless, you honor me with your words as I have honored you. My gratitude knows no bounds. His hands clasp together in front of him as he seems to be rather happy that what was lost has been found, and he has acquaintanced himself with two wonderful ladies.

Now empty-handed Ophelia draws hers together behind her, likely in the small of her back, which lends her pose an odd measure of indolence. There's a tiny bit of a smile for the Rose, which sharpens a trifle as Achille gives his well wishes. "Oh? Have you debuted many times?" Such an innocent sort of question. Really. "Perhaps it will be a disappointment but I am not particularly daunted by the idea of the occasion. Some of us approach the Bright Lady with fear and trembling, others with long-delayed delight. Still, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have met surprisingly few members of Eisande's noble houses; few enough that I wonder if they have not all exchanged places and gone to visit other provinces. Azzalle is starting to warm up."

"She is one of the Thorny Roses," Séverine explains towards Achille, unwrapping the silk from her hand before she folds the scarf neatly and then turns towards the trader. "I'll take this scarf, how much did you say it would cost?" The exchange is brief, as they seem to come quickly to an agreement, and a certain amount of coin is handed over to pay for the scarf. With that seen to, the courtesan shifts her attention to Achille, and her eyes widen just a tad when she beholds the effect her words have had on the Delaunay. "You are very polite and kind, my lord.", Séverine states with a smile. "And modest, to feel gratitude for courtesy you deserve." Kind and so very courteous words, in comparison to what the Thorn novice has to say. "Ophelia!" Séverine may be one of the more submissive Roses, but she is also a Second of her salon, and thus not shying away to offer the novice a stern glance. "I daresay you will meet your debut with delight," she allows, features and tone softening. "As for Eisandines… many had left for Béziers, or so I heard. But most of those have returned. Were you in Béziers?" This she asks Achille curiously.

Achille actually laughed when Ophelia questioned if he'd had many debuts. "oh nooo. I've seen only a few. some were faced with confidence, and others? not so much." he grins lightly before those ocean blue eyes fall upon Severine. "I am glad you're buying it. it's a beautiful scarf and it looks wonderful on you." When asked about if he had left and returned, he nods. "I was in Beziers for a short time, but I didn't find it too enjoyable so I returned fairly easily." a small laugh.

Is Ophelia chastened? Likely not. She does incline her head to Severine however, and holds the tip for a heartbeat or so longer than is maybe strictly necessary for acknowledgement. It is about all she has to say on the matter of her debut however, and as conversation turns to Béziers her brows curve upward. "Oh. So you missed all the bloodshed?"

"Have you ever been to a debut aat House Valerian in the Capital?", asks Séverine with a glint in her eyes, her gaze lingering upon Achille, as she begins to unfold the red silken scarf again. "There were red scarves at my debut, very much like this one. Perhaps this is why I chose the scarf after all. I am glad you approve of my choice, my lord." Her demeanor turns thoughtful then, knowing what tragedy has befallen Béziers, a mere nod given to Achille Delaunay for this information. And still. Lips cannot help but twitch into a faint smile, when she hears Ophelia's question, so enthused and out-of-place at the same time; a quality that truly must recommend Ophelia for a service as a Thorn.

Achille chuckles softly to Ophelia. "Just by a hair." he's probably lucky too. otherwise his swords may have been drenched in much blood. he -does- like them clean after all. Eyes shift to Severine. "I have…It was a surprisingly splendid and enjoyable time. The red scarves were a good touch." a soft wink before suddenly he takes a breath. "As lovely as meeting the two of you were, I must away. Though I truly hope we meet again Severine, Ophelia. may your roads never become hazardous." he smiles, before turning heel and leaving.

Is Ophelia disappointed? Likely no more than she was chastened. She but inclines her head again as Achille gives his answer and then makes his escape, whereafter she explains, "Several visitors to the salon where also in Béziers. Each has had a different accounting of what happened, giving me different pieces of the tale to puzzle through. I've yet to have anyone say they did not find it enjoyable, which makes the young lord something of a novelty." As for the matter of Valerians and red scarves she makes no particular comment, but her debut is likely to be a rather different sort of affair.

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