(1310-06-29) Frolicking in the Fountain
Summary: Cochonnet turns more than a head or two when she decides that they day is hot enough to warrant cooling off in the Grand Plaza fountain
RL Date: June 29, 2018
Related: None
aedhwyn paris cochonnet olivia 

Grand Plaza - Marsilikos

No humble, cobbled, crowded town square, this: the grand plaza of Marsilikos gleams, a true centerpiece of a wealthy, international port city. The marble tiles of the square itself are fitted smoothly together, alternating white and greyish-blue with obsidian equal-armed crosses inset at the intersections. Four raised planters, ten meters square, offer cool travertine seating around swaths of raised ground, grassy and tended in all seasons with foliage best beautiful and suiting to the weather, positioned in each of the corner quadrants of the square, and, in the center, a concrete-laid pool is lined with marble, into which four ichthyocentaurs are pouring cool, clean water from carved vases of striking white marble. On a pedestal half-hidden by the winding tails of the ichthyocentaurs is an ancient obelisk, one solid piece of red granite, imported with great expense from Menekhet, mounting twenty one meters into the sky and casting a winding shadow around the corners of the plaza as the day progresses.

On the western edge of the square a grand marble stairwell overlooks the port and the harbor below; to the north, two strips of marble extend far between the stoate pillars of the marketplace, embracing a well-cultivated spina of greenery.


Aedhwyn retakes her spot on the side of the fountain, ignoring the looks she gets because she dares stick her feet in the water to cool off from this heat. Ok not so hot for Marsikilos but hot for the Alban girl. She takes the offered half bun and nibbles on it before smiling. "Delicious?" Paris is sitting next to her, a small basket with a bottle of wine, apples and steaming buns set down on the far side of him. Coco has only just entered from the market, swinging a nicely weighted basket of white wicker wound about with blue ribbons which match her bouncy-skirted blue gown.

Paris nods as the girl bites into the bun…and he leans in to take a cheeky bite into the apple she's stolen from him earlier. "Ate, what could be better than a snack, and a bit of wine.." he pulls the bottle out of the basket, setting it on the marble edge, then uncorking it..and deftly pouring into two small silver travel cups. Has he filched that from la Glycine? Well…borrowed. his toes wiggle in the water as he enjoys himself, then he waves towards Mademoiselle Cochonnet.

Cochonnet lifts her fingers and wiggles them toward Paris with a jolly little wink, but otherwise isn't going to bother him while he's getting to know a would-be/could-be client and/or bidder on his sometime debut. Nonetheless, his minder ambles off, leaving Paris under Coco's watchful eye— or half-watchful, maybe, trusting the boy to behave himself in such a public place while she flumps down beside the fountain a short ways off and unlids her basket, drawing out a phial from within and uncorking it, giving it a tentative sniff and making a face.

Aedhwyn giggles and blushes as a bite is stolen from her stolen apple. She bumps her shoulder against him before blushing a bit. "Good afternoon to you, M'mselle." The offered wine is taken as well, a small sip taken. "Did you pick this out just for me?"

Another familiar face steps into the Grand Plaza. Or, perhaps not exactly familiar from the point of view that very few people have ever actually seen Olivia's face. She exits the Marquist's Shop, one hand lifting to check that the sheer silks are neatly in place before proceeding further. Having been a part of the Night Court of the city for the last nine years, both Coco and Paris are well known to her, as is the woad painted and tattooed Alban, though like her fellow Second, she simply offers the latter pair a tilt of her head before settling for approaching Cochonnet. Her voice is as quiet, though holds a hint of amusement in its tone. "Well that looks interesting." The vial indicated. "Would you mind if I were to join you for a while?"

The wine is light and floral, going well with the apples, a little fizzy, the bubbles might surprise his companion, but Paris nods. "Of course, I… wanted to show you the delights of a summer day in Terre d'Ange." The almond skinned boy beams brightly as he sees Olivia approach and he nods to Coco too. "Do join us ladies…I am sure her Highness wishes to share such a beautiful day with as many people as she can." he grins a bit at the shoulder bump and splashes some water over her feet.

Aedhwyn is surprised at the lightness of the wine, the bubbles tickling the roof of her mouth. She giggles again, looking well almost carefree though she does have a bit of a blush on her cheeks. She turns to look over her shoulder and waves as well. Her companion is, as ever, with her though the Alban warrior is a little ways away, certainly within reach to defend her should the need arise but far enough away that it gives the illusion of being unescorted. "I would not mind company, there is plenty to share and summer days are meant to be spent with friends telling tales."

"Famous last words," Coco jokes with a cat-like curl of a dangerous grin which she aims upward to Olivia when she approaches and remarks upon the phial, only to have the faux-menace dissipate into a bright blossom of joy as she patpatpats the cool marble by her side. "Sit with me, Livvie sweetheart. Tell me you're joining in our little game next week-end," she stipulates with an artless cant of her head and a widening of her big baby blues into the most sinister apparition of hapless adorability. The invitation from the novice and his companion garners a brief arc of a brow. "What do you think, Livvie? Shall we go into the fountain with them?"

"Game? What is the game that you're referring to, Coco? Is there something I have missed?" Confusion shows briefly in Olivia's eyes, and she wraps her arms about her middle, trapping the loose fitting gown to her figure. She wears as ever the flowing white silks that mark her out as one of the White Roses, and she makes to seat herself beside perhaps the one person whom is the exact opposite of herself. The contrast is vast between her and Cochonnet. However a direct invitation is deserving of a direct response, at least so far as Olivia's concerned. "Your Excellency seems to be continuing to uncover the delights of our city. And on such a lovely day too. Paris. Hello to you to." A glance back Coco's way. "I don't see why not. It'd be easier than conversing across a distance."

Paris sips at his own wine, his dark, eyes warm with the pleasure of companionship. He bites from his bun and munches a little, smiling towards Coco and her friend, then asks Aedhwyn slowly, while the other girls decide.. "And what have you been doing, princess? Have you visited the city more in the last few days?" He beams , then peeks to Aedhwyn, as he does remember she's visited La Rose Sauvage…

Aedhwyn mms and tilts her head to the side and up as she thinks, "Let's see I did a bit of sparring, using training weapons. It was a lot of fun. We even had a wager and I won a month's worths of lessons in his native tongue and sword style." She grins, "I think the best part is that I won a very special sweet of my choosing that is almost too pretty to eat." She's not even going to mention her trip to the Rose Sauvage.

Cochonnet corks up the phial once more and sets her basket aside where it will be safe from most splashing. Then it's a simple matter of kicking off her high heels and hitching up her skirts to unhook her silken stockings from her garters, legs spread with knees pointed gingerly in toward one another, but by no means shut if anyone desired to look up between them while she's peeling down the silk and bundling each one up to toss into a discarded shoe like a game of strip kottobos. As for her gown, she just bundles it up in front of her and ties it into a great poufy bun with a ribbon from her basket so it won't get wet when she swings her spread legs up and over the partition between the wet inside the fountain and the dry without, kicking them up into an athletic wheeling of limbs and then standing to wade into the water. No, she wasn't wearing any underthings below the belt. "Talk to Mari about next weekend, she and I have had to re-schedule a few times but we think we can make it work," she leaves that at that, for the time being. "Come in, Livvie. The water's fine. And I'll bet those gossamer digs get extra clingy when wet," she grins salaciously.

Olivia 's eyes go wide. "Oh… " What that 'oh' was in response to might be in dispute, for it could be to Coco's mention of Marielle having been planning something with her, or it could be to the invitation to not just dip her feet in the fountain, but to wade wholeheartedly in. "… I couldn't." It's the latter. She does however slip her feet from her shoes and swivel where she sits, hitching her skirts a fraction at the very last minute as her toes hit the water. No skin on display for her. Her silks blossom in the water, the wet creeping up from the hems and towards her knees. She turns to Paris. "Do you have a bun to spare? They smell delicious."

Aedhwyn shouldn't have looked when Coco was getting ready to join them by the fountain. She shouldn't have allowed curiousity to get to her when she saw the stockings. There was this delight when it looked like Coco was going to perform some acrobatics and then….merciful Bare…..nothing beneath the skirts. Her cheeks colour a bit and she rather studiously nibbles on her bun. She is certainly not going to look at Olivia after Coco's suggestion about wet clingy things. "The buns are delicious and the wine tickles and goes perfectly with the sweet tartness of the apples." She blushes, "Paris picks out the most wonderful snacks."

"Oh, a sparring bout? that sounds interesting..though I admit I know nothing about such things.." Paris says, then shakes a bit at Cochonnet's antics…and the blush it brings to Aedhwyn's cheeks. The boy has just pulled his pants up a bit and is just soaking his feet in the water. "of course, mademoiselle.." he reaches into his basket to take a still fresh bun and hand it over to Olivia, then lifts a green apple too. "Did you want one of these?"

Don't mind Coco, she's just the local, lovable pervert. If she makes peope blush it's the highlight of her day. "Who's sparring what now?" she wonders, catching onto something Petit Paree had just mentioned, but without having noticed any sort of context to it while she was perving her way into the fountain. Even now an idea sparks almost visibly in her eyes, and she wades closer to one of the marble sculpted ichthyocentaurs with his giant urn spilling water into the fountain. Edging closer, she hitches up her already bundled skirts and holds them aloft, spreading her legs to further than shoulder width and shimmying her shoulders downward, thrusting her bared ass out behind her until the water from the urn is pouring over her round, soft cheeks. She makes a face, lower lip caught sideways beneath one canid tooth, eyes all rolled upward in ecstasy, worthy of being captured in some strange erotic tapestry while the water trails down her thick, muscular thighs. At least a few people, by now, otherwise being content to go about their various businesses, have paused to eye the Orchid Second of Glycine playing Sex Clown in the Fountain.

Though one of the innocent roses, Olivia has grown mostly innured to Coco's antics over the years. Even so, it'd take a will of iron not to have some reaction to the Glycine's display when there's that much flesh on display. Though her eyes were already wide, they go wider yet. She looks on in horror at the sight of the Second beneath that flow of water and there's no helping it. This is no mere blush that delicately suffuses her face. She turns positively crimson. A person would be able to feel the heat raditating off her if they were sat close enough. "Companions save me." Her voice is a mumble. A whisper. A whisper-mumble, as she averts her gaze and settles her eyes quickly on Paris and Aedhwyn instead.

Fade. (Players headed to bed!)

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