(1310-06-16) Constellation of the Phoenix
Summary: It is Desarae's sixteenth natality, and Elliot arrives with a gift.
RL Date: Sat Jun 16, 1310
Related: None.
elliot desarae 

Solar - Ducal Palace

Spacious enough to provide a meeting place of more familiar atmosphere to the residents of the Ducal Palace, the solar is of rectangular shape and generously lit during the day through a number of arched windows in the south wall. The opposite side is governed by a huge stone hearth, a fire crackling there during colder weather conditions. Above the hearth hangs a shield with the coat of arms of House Mereliot, flanked by a pair of exquisitely woven tapestries depicting naval scenes of ships on the sea, one in calm and tranquil weather conditions, the other one in a storm with heavy rain.

All furniture is made of oak, be it the long table in the middle of the room, or the number of high backed chairs arranged about it, flat cushions of blue brocade adding to the comfort of seating. The ceiling is a sophisticated rib vault, constructed of wood, the ribs painted in yellow. Depictions of a variety of sea animals have been added onto the light blue ceiling as well by an unknown artist. Several kinds of mediterranean fish adorn the spaces in between ribs, such as combers, groupers and flounders but also starfish and octopi.

A door leads out onto a rooftop garden, and an archway opens into the upper hallway.

It's still a bit early in the morning yet when Elliot arrives to call on Desarae. He is dressed in an outfit of sky blue and navy blue today and he has a warmth to his expression as he enters the palace. The Rocaille Lord carries a small box made of polished black wood carefully in his hands, it looks to be a jewelry box designed to hold a necklace of some kind. After being shown into the solar he waits patiently holding the box with its would be present in his hands.

It had been with quite some curiousity that Desarae had received the news that Elliot had called to see her. There were no preparations nor adjustments to her attire that were needed to be made before she'd proceeded to the Solar where he'd been asked to wait, so he's not kept waiting too long before both she and her Cassiline appears. Dressed in mourning black, and with her hair worn in a simple loose braid, her smile is one of welcome for the Rocaille lord. "My Lord Elliot. It is unexpectedly nice to see you again. You are well, I hope?" Her words are accompanied with a curtsey, and her Cassiline takes up his position of guardianship by the door. Close, but not too close.

Elliot bows low as Desarae enters the room, a warm smile given to her as she greets him. "Its a pleasure to see you again Lady Desarae. I hope you will forgive me for interupting your rest. I am quite well but I do have a matter I wish to address today." His eyes sparkle with mischief breifly as he steps forward presenting the box. "I have something for you my Lady. Happy birthday." Elliot presents the elgant box carefully opening it to reveal a blue velvet lined interior and the jewelry he has commisioned for this day.

The necklace in question is a delicate work of art, crafted from the purest silver and diamonds of various sizes. The tiny silver chains reach down around the throat where they form a perfect resemblence of the Pheonix constellation seen in the southern sky. Those delicate chains connect each of the glittering diamonds that have been used to resemble the constellation's stars in a perfect replica.

"I chose the Pheonix constellation because of the legends I've read about that particular creature…how it rises from its own ashes even after a great loss. Much like how I suspect you will. You are strong and filled with beauty and grace, a diamond pheonix in my eyes. Anyway….I hope I didn't babble too much there." He looks a bit bashful.

Desarae's eyes drop to the necklace. It glitters and sparkles against the blue of the velvet, prisms of fire refracting within the stones' facets. "It is beautiful, my lord. Thank you." Her right hand lifts, and she traces the outline of one of the diamonds where it's set in the silverwork. It's not the gift that undoes her however, it's what Elliot says that does. His explanation of the Phoenix Constellation, and its comparison to herself. It causes a stilling of her breath and a trembling of her hand. "I…" Her words stall, and her eyes quickly close, lashes blinking rapidly against the tears that come. She'd been doing so well of late, but today is going to be a painful trial for her at the very least. Where happiness should reign, there's an all-pervading sadness to be found. A sob breaks in her chest.

Elliot's eyes widen as Desarae begins to cry, sorrow leaks into those bright blue eyes as he gently closes the box pressing it into her hands before his arms wrap about her in a gentle reassuring hug. Its not tight, she could easily break away if she so chose but he intends to try and comfort her if he can. "My apologies my Lady. I did not mean to upset you." He falls silent after that and he will simply hold her gently, offering his support and comfort as long as she wants it.

"Do not be sorry. It is I that should apologise." Desarae's words are muffled by the hug that Elliot pulls her into. He's considerably taller than the height at which Desarae stands, and she allows that embrace, for there's comfort to be found there. The armour that she's erected about herself in the last few weeks crumbles a little, and there's another half-sob and a sniff as his doublet soaks up her tears. "This should have been a happy day," she gulps. "I am so sorry." And there's no more words for a moment, for they're hard to find right now. A move of unease from her Cassiline comes with the emotion-charged scene.

A gentle hand rubs a slow circle on Desarae's back as Elliot tries to soothe her. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for Desarae. You have suffered much of late and for no sensible reason. I know its hard now but things will get better in time. You will rise again like a pheonix from the legends. You have lost much but don't let it defeat you…you are so much better than that." He smiles softly down at her his gaze sad but encouraging all the same as he holds her.

Desarae is vulnerable in this moment. There's a fragility about her, not just emotionally but physically too, as she strives to regain her composure. But regain it she does. "I will not break." Her words are hard fought for, and repeated as if they're her mantra, and eventually she pulls herself back from the warmth of Elliot's arms. Her eyes glitter brightly, and darker patches stain his doublet where her face had been pressed. She draws a steadying breath, and her chin comes up so her gaze can meet with his. "What terrible thanks I offer for the gift you have brought me. It is perfect. Will you put it on me?"

"No. You will not break. I know that much for certain. I just want you to know, I am here if you need me." Elliot's eyes look down into her own kindly and he nods releasing her once she seems to have steadied and composed herself. He brightens as she mentions wanting him to put the necklace on her. "I would be honored to do so yes. Seeing you wear it and enjoy it would be the ultimate form of thanks." He smiles and carefully takes the necklace from the box, circling around he gently brushes her hair aside and slips the necklace about her neck, fastening it in place with a smile.

A shiver runs through Desarae when the weight of the necklace settles about her neck. Whether by design or desire, it fits her perfectly. It has exactly the right amount of links in its chain that it skims the inner curve of her collarbones, allowing the constellation of diamonds to drape perfectly across them, and a thousand rainbows flash across her skin with the rise and fall of her breath. She lifts one hand to touch to the stones. It is the only thing of brightness about her person. "I want to closet myself from the world a little longer," she says, her tone reflective. "But I fear my cousins have other plans for me as there is a Masque at Rose Sauvage tonight. Will you be there?"

Elliot stands behind her calmly listening as she speaks. The sound of his voice can be heard over her shoulder as he replies. "I was planning to attend yes. If you do go perhaps we will have a chance to speak once more." He lingers behind her a moment before slowly circling around to face her once more. His gaze is gentle yet firm as he meets her eyes with those bright blue orbs of his. "I hope that I will see you again sometime soon Lady Desarae and that you have a wonderful birthday." He reaches for her hand, placing a soft kiss to her knuckles before bowing respectfully at the waist and moving to leave.

Desarae is quiet with the kiss to her hand. "I have a feeling that I will indeed be there." Her brows knit briefly. "Being a masque, however, you may not know me again." Her words might stay Elliot's step, but if they do, then it's only for a second, enough that he might glance back to note how well his gift looks upon her. A ghost of her earlier smile returns. "Companions blessings on your day, my lord."

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