(1310-07-10) Stink Candle
Summary: Lots of bartering over a candle. Some fighting over a woman.
RL Date: 1310-07-10
Related: None
ammy gal aedhwyn 

The Port

Fortune laid the foundation for the grand port of Marsilikos; look how the arms of the land spread wide to embrace the setting of the sun, welcoming a bay of still waters rendered all the more peaceful by the presence of a small island to the south, on the flanks of which the waves cut themselves into powerless ripples as they move in from the sea. But what Fortune gave the D'Angelines their cunning and craft has improved to a hum of efficiency and culture. The natural bay has had its curved shores sharpened into straight edges bolstered with ridges of heavy stones on which the tides have left long mark when the waters are low, algae and barnacles hung onto the rugged stones. Then stone foundations have been piled out into the harbor to hold up wide wooden pillars and the great treated slats of the piers and boardwalks which extend into the bay, now at wider intervals for massive trading vessels, now at shorter intervals for private fishing and pleasure yachts.

The southern arm of the bay is reserved for the great sourthern fleet of the Terre D'Angan Navy, which is headquartered here in Marsilikos, and is ever a hub of activity, the giant slips outfitted to haul the massive warships up into the air for repairs, while further inland on the southern peninsula a forest of masts rises into the air where new ships are being built and old ones repaired in full drydock. Between the naval slips and the drydock rises the stately edifice of the Southern Naval Headquarters, glistening with huge latticed windows on the upper floors. Beyond the headquarters rises the massive fortified promontory of the Citadel, with bleached-white parapets and fluttering banners.

Markets and vendors throng the plaza at the innermost fold of the harbor where civilian and military seamen alike might find a bite to eat, supplies for their next mission, a good drink or a little bit of companionship. Far in the bay, that little isle sports a lofty lighthouse to guide the ships in by night.

It is a summer evening. The weather is hot and drizzling.


It's evening in the port plaza, and many of the carts and shoppes are beginning to close. Nestled beneath a giant oak tree is a small canvas tent with a table displaying an assortment of candles. They're quite fine, actually, ranging from thick multi-wick candles for producing light to tall thin candles meant to enchant at dinner tables. The table is old and worn, as is the canvas. Behind the little tent is a smoldering fire with a large metal pot on it, filled with cooling wax from the day. There's a young man, Ammy, putting away his strings and wires into a satchel.

When the shoppes begin to close the real fun begins, right? As respectable people begin to find their families and beds, the youth, the ruffians, the untamed severally appear, catered to by the likes of the basement level of the Kraken's Den, where all sorts of mischief gets got up to, and no small number of other places where a seaman or a rowdy can wet his bill on the cheap. Gal and his bunkmates aren't slated for morning shift on duty tomorrow, so they're all going to have a night of it, from the looks of them, come ranging down from the Citadel in their off-duties, lookng for a little bit of fun or a little bit of trouble. On his way past, Gal snags a candle from the table, lifts it up to give it a sniff, then sets it down again in favor of sniffing another one.

Ammy notices the guy at his booth, and he points, "Dat one smells like wax," he offers with a bit of sarcasm. "DIS one," and he quickly picks up a short, thick single wick candle, "was made with smelly oils so your house stinks pretty." He hands that candle to Gal and shrugs, "It might be a little too much like a lady for a tough soldier like you…" He sniffs, pushing his long hair off his wide shoulders.

Gal reaches out his hand for the stink-candle when it's offered up, leaving the other ones alone, and he gives it a full huff, trying to decide what it smells like. "Huh?" he asks, finally taking real note of Ammy as more than a person with candles when the fellow debates whether the scent is suitable for him. "If you think a tough soldier like me doesn't need something to make a place stink pretty, you've never been inside my barracks in the heat of the summer," he grins. "How strong does it smell? Like, is it really noticable or do you have to be right up close to it?"

Ammy shrugs, "It's a perfume oil, so it burns wit' de smell of de perfume as the candle wax melts. It can make a room smell like you just put on perfume for a while." He laughs, "I have never been in barracks, no. It's like when you blow a candle out. When de room smells like dat burnt smell because of the smoke? Only it's de smell of de perfume in de wax." One of the many stray cats of the port begins to saunter into the little tent area, hopping up onto the candle table. Ammy just picks it up, nuzling with it for a moment on the side of his chin, scratching it behind the ears, and then gently putting it onto the ground beside his feet. He reaches into his pocket and drops a few pieces of some scrap jerky on the ground for it and turns his attention back to the soldier. "Maybe if it's too much for you, you can give it as a present for your lady?"

Awr. Kitten. Gal stretches out the hand not holding the candle, offering his knuckles to the kitty to smell, if he wants, before he's put back on the ground. "How much is one?" he wonders, next. "I've never tried one but I've heard about them. I'll give it a go if the price is good. If it's actually nice I'll come back for one for my sister," he declares, maybe trying to get the vendor to give him a discount on the promise of further sales if he likes the wares. "And one for my girlfriend," he adds, sweetening the pot. "And one for my boyfriend." Oh, now he's just bragging.

Ammy bites his lip a moment at the mention of the sister, "Well, why don't…" And then Gal mentions his girlfriend. "Ah, well…" And then the boyfriend. He just stares. Blink. "You um…" He sniffs, and one corner of his mouth curls upward, slyly. "Praise Naamah," he mutters, shaking his head a little and rolling his eyes with a chuckle. "How about, you buy de first, I give you de second at half, huh?" He does the math real quick and offers a fair price for that.

"But if I buy two at the price of… one and a half… I'll still have spent more than just buying the one… and if it's rubbish, I'm not giving my sister the other one," Gal points out, (he supposes) sensibly enough. "So, why not sell me the first one for half price. And if it's good, I'll come back and buy the second one at full price. And if I REALLY like it, you could probably double the price and I'd still pay it, because I know how good it is." See? Giving him a half price discount on a candle is totally good business sense! Gal beams innocent-eyed and eager at Ammy, as if to say the aforementioned notions.

Ammy lifts his brow a bit, muttering something in Tsingano that ends in the word 'gaijin' as he rolls his eyes. "I ain't some chump apple cart keeper from de market place, tough guy." He takes one of the two candles from Gal's hands and puts it back on the table. "One full candle, one full price. And if you decide you want to come back and get t'ree more, I might charge you for t'ree." He purses his lips as he folds his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I see that much," Gal grins impishly to the candle seller. He hands over the candle thus reached for, giving it up and leaning in to sniff at the one remaining candle again, eyes raised to the heavens as though waiting for divine inspiration on whether to take the candle or not. "What was the price for just the one again?" he asks, maybe just to be infuriating. Or maybe he actually forgot, through all that wonky price math. But probably just to be infuriating. Lookit that smile.

Aedhwyn can be found looking well positively barbarian in clothes that d'Angelines would consider at the kindest unfashionable, at their cruelest….scandalous. It is not the lack of clothing but that she is out and walking about in them. Noone but a barbarian would wear a pair of short breeches low on their hips that barely makes it a few inches down her thighs and a bit of plaid fabric fashioned into a halter top. Over almost every inch of visible skin, there is a swirling patterns in woad aside from my face, dots of bright Courcel blue across her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. She appears to be headed back towards the main of the city, her companion with her, a rather imposing looking Alban warrior.

Nestled beneath a giant oak tree is a small canvas tent with a table displaying an assortment of candles. They're quite fine, actually, ranging from thick multi-wick candles for producing light to tall thin candles meant to enchant at dinner tables. The table is old and worn, as is the canvas. Behind the little tent is a smoldering fire with a large metal pot on it, filled with cooling wax from the day. At the old table is Ammy, talking to Gal. Ammy sighs, and he gives the candle price once more, but this time, it just a tiny bit less than it was the first time. See? He can haggle. "Take it or leave it." His eyes then catch site of Aedhwyn, and there's another whisper under his breath in Tsingani, though this time, the tone is less of agitation, and more of appreciation. He makes no qualm about tracing his eyes head to toe over her, a little bit of a dumb smirk on his face.

Gal seems pleased enough that the price has gone down, at least a little. Or else he feels kinda bad wasting all of the guy's time. "OK, I'll take one," he agrees, and sets the one in question down on the edge of the table, drawing up the long hem of his brick red tunic to get to a trouser pocket below and draw out some small change which he counts out to make up to the amount in question, then scoots it all along the table toward Ammy. "I'll tell you later if it works or not," he grins at Ammy, almost flirtatiously. Maybe all that was just the haggling equivalent of tugging on Ammy's pigtails. Gal picks up the wide candle in both hands and holds it under his nose, breathing in the scent and then following Ammy's eyes toward Aedhwyn, turning his head, then shoulders, then resting a hip against the table as he looks. "Woah."

Aedhwyn moves towards the stall with the two of you, most of the other ones closed already. She bends a little at the waist, her hands behind her back as she looks at the candles. "Good evening to the both of you. Are you still open?"

Ammy responds to Gal quickly, "I saw her first." He unfolds his arms and he smiles widely when Aedhwyn arrives. "For you? I would stay open all night." He glances at Gal, and then casually mentions to Aedhwyn, "Dis guy was just buying a candle for his boyfriend." He lifts one of the small, round candles scented with perfume oil. "Would you like to smell? Hi. I am Ammy."

Aedhwyn mms, leaning over a bit to smell the candle. She nods, "Boyfriend…." She speaks d'Angeline flawlessly though her accent is a touch off, watered down as if she learned if second or third hand. Only a native would really catch the difference, the offness. Though it's obvious she's a foreigner, there's a bit of d'Angeline in there somewhere. Her features are too fine, she's a bit smaller framed. She tilts her head to look at Gal, "I remember you. You were there with the man being devoured by his pain and the child. I am glad you are well." She smiles at Ammy, "I am Aedhwyn mab Mor Rioghain of the Maghuin Dhonn. Well met Ammy."

Gal pokes just the tip of his tongue from one corner of his mouth, looking entirely up for it when Ammy declares it a contest, then tries to hobble him. "Just something romantic that we could share," he agrees to Ammy's half-truth with one of his own, "But I could always bring back something else for us to share," he one-ups the innuendo, scuffing a booted toe into the dust with a faux-shy smile, before that somewhat hungry look is knocked half-off his face by the revelation. "Oh my gosh! It is you! All the…" he gestures to the general state of her person, covered in paint, "I didn't recognize you," he laughs.

Ammy returns that smile, and even steals her greeting in return, "Well met, Aedhwyn. I-" and then the other two recognize one another from… somewhere? He nods a little, and then sits the candle back on the table. He picks up a piece of old cloth from beside the table and begins rolling the candles he hasn't sold up in the cloth, preparing to close for the night, and leaving the two old friends to reacquaint for the moment.

Aedhwyn smiles both the harpooning and the innuendo seeming to go over her head or she just doesn't let it get to her. Though it's likely the former when the comment about something romantic causing her to blush a bit. She nods, "It is. I hope your little one is well." She looks over at Ammy and pouts a bit, "You said my name right and even figured out which was mine and which was my mother. Do you know about Alba?" She blushes a little, "Forgive me, I get a little excited. It seemed as if you were going to say something else. Will you tell me?"

"Yeah—- well, my sister's kids, but, yeah, thanks, I think they'll be OK," Gal speaks more normally, now, talk of his sister and her children and… that entire incident. Well, it knocks him off his game. And now the ball is, as they say, in Ammy's court, and Gal smiles, lifting up the candle in both hands to sniff at it while he watches to see whether the other guy will do better.

Ammy folds the candles up in the cloth and begins to put them into a small wooden box. He looks back at Aedhwyn, and he shrugs, nonchalantly. "I ain't from around dese parts, so…" He smiles at her, and then he picks up one of the candles that are still warm from his work this afternoon that was cooling by the wax pot. "My fadder once loved a maiden from Alba." He then adds, with a chuckle, "He loved a LOT of maidens. From everywhere." He rolls his eyes a little, and shrugs. "Here," and he hands it with one hand to Aedhwyn. If she will take it, he places his other hand on hers, holding it just a moment with the candle, "May dis burn as hot and fiery as your own beauty." He smiles, a simple little warm grin, and releases her hand.

Aedhwyn blushes a little at the commentary about Ammy's father. She does take the offered candle, a small intake of breath as Ammy places his hand around her own, her eyes going a bit wide and the colour rising a bit higher. Her words grow a bit quieter, "Thank you, my lord Ammy. It is….your generosity will be repaid as the sun shines above and the rain waters the land." Her freehand rises to brush a few strands of hair away from her face, momentarily revealing the tattoo at her temple. She looks to Gal, "It was brave of you but I will be honest in saying I did not look forward in having to defend you and the child." Her defend Gal? She's fairly tiny, though there is obvious definition to her slender form.

Gal unbends the leg of his closest to the table, edging up onto it in a sort of a perch, duly impressed by Ammy's moves. "Dang, man, if she doesn't sleep with you, I will. I'd want a free candle, though, too," he adds with a laugh. Just joking? Sure, let's call it that. "Oh— I don't think he was gonna do anything beyond yell," he tells Aedhwyn, "Like, with your guard there and my sister's guards there," he shakes his head, as though to indicate that the man didn't stand a chance. "Thanks for looking out for me, though," he adds, without any ironicalness to the sentiment, fully believing she could defend him, given the chance.

Ammy tosses Gal a little scoff at his comment, and then returns his gaze to Aedhwyn. "Thank you, but, dere's no reason to cal me lord." He shrugs, laughing a little, "I'm just a man." He sniffs, and then uses his foot to gently scoot the stray cat by the table away. "Move along, Frilly," he says to the cat. "I'm here all de time," he offers to them both. "But I do need to finish closing up before de night watch makes de rounds." He leans closer, saying more quietly, "Dey don't like me sleeping by de tree, so…" He shrugs, smiles, and then offers a little bow to them, before turning to finish closing up his little tent.

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