(1310-07-13) An Afternoon at Lis d'Or
Summary: Annette and Emory enjoy conversation and performances are practiced for the upcoming banquet.
RL Date: July 13, 1310
Related: None
annette emory 

Lis d'Or

The salon of Lis d'Or emanates the very air of refinement. Be it through the elaborately done inlay work in the wooden floor, a depiction of the marque of the salon, the golden lily; be it through the heavy curtains of purple brocade with golden lilies embroidered upon them guarding the floor to ceiling windows that look out on a carefully kept garden, where nature pointedly has been subjected to human hands and taste. Be it through the fashionable chaise longues and chairs, carved from dark mahogany, with the purple upholstery and embroidered cushions enhancing the comfort of seating. The walls have been kept to a light mauve hue, adorned with masterfully done paintings of several notable former courtesans of this salon. It is all there, the grace, the poise, the perfection, and sometimes even the frailty that has blended into this salon's canon. A canon so adequately displayed by the courtesans and adepts that can be encountered here.


The warmth of summer is cooled slightly by the soft breeze and gentle rain that falls outside. However in the salon of Lis d'Or the outside world seems like a distraction, the regal air of the place itself along with those who dwell there stealing away ones attention almost entirely. One of those in the main room of the salon is Annette, the golden haired novice clad in a modest silken gown of deep blue and ivory. The fabric is layered neatly the design made to fit the latest styles yet kept simple and intended to highlight her figure in the subtlest of fashions without being overt in the slightest. The golden haired girl is currently drifting about the room, serving drinks to the few patrons present with slow refined motions that look both natural and elegant.

Emory comes down from the upper hallway where his rooms are situated and wanders into the salon, traveling past the windows to take some time to watch the rain as it falls. He is dressed in a dark red trousers that almost seem black, and then a slightly lighter red silk shirt that is buttoned in the front, with long sleeves that come to his wrists, but whose back has a long panel that is cut away, reveealing his completed marque that runs from the back of his neck and shoulder at one side to the opposite hip. Turning away from the windows, he takes a moment to take in those moving around the room. He spots the novice and says, "Red, please, if you would, Annette." Always polite, always soft-spoken, Emory has an air of aloofness to him around the House, particularly when on-duty.

"Of course." Comes the soft reply from the novice. With a slight incline of her head Annette goes to prepare a glass of red wine, returning promptly to Emory and plucking up the glass off the tray and into her dainty hand, offering it to him with the faintest of smiles. Her own air is one of perfect calm, a touch aloof and undeniablly composed. "I have gotten permission to perform at the banquet being hosted tomorrow. I merely need to find a suitable chaparone." She comments idly her expression unwavering in its calm appearance. "What of you Emory, will you be attending?" The soft tone she uses is now laced with a subtle touch of curiousity as she regards him.

Emory reaches out to take the glass from her fingers, lifting it to his nose to breathe in the aroma after a brief swirl of the contents and then takes a sip. He nods approvingly, and then says, "Good. It will be an excellent opportunity to showcase your abilities." He considers the question for a moment or two and then says, "I hadn't thought about it, really, but perhaps. If you don't have someone to accompany you, then I will go with you. I'm not sure whether Xavier will have any interest in a social event of that size or not." Xavier, she would know, is Emory's lover, as fully marqued courtesans may take lovers outside of their service to Naamah. They are often seen within one another's company when Emory isn't contracted for an event or an assignation.

Annette nods slowly another faint smile offered now. "That is what I was thinking yes." She considers his words as he speaks her expression unwavering, calm and composed. A look of amusement shows faintly in her eyes as he mentions his lover. "I would be delighted to have you accompany me Emory, provided you are not requested to be elsewhere. I have been working to compose a tune on my violin for this particular event. I am hopeful it will be well received." He would likely know that her skill with the violin is impressive for her age and also that her scion gift allows her to affect the emotions of her listeners far more deeply. She smiles faintly once more and reaches up with her free hand to gently shift a bit of golden hair and tuck it behind her ear. "Do let me know if you will be free to chaparone me then. I'm looking forward to this, it will be my first performance outside the salon."

"If you'd like someone to listen to you practice," Emory offers with a small gesture of his glass toward the ballroom. He then lifts it to his lips and takes another small swallow from it. "I will accompany you one way or another," Emory decides. "If Xavier decides to come, I'll just steal him for a dance while you are occupied with playing." He smiles then, a genuine smile, and when he does, he appears years younger, almost boyish. "You will do marvellously. You have the confidence for it."

"That would be lovely yes. I would appreciate your thoughts on the peice I am to play as well." Annette replies softly with a gentle smile. The praise is accepted with a subtle dip of her head. "I will certainly do my best to impress." She admits calmly. Handing the tray of drinks off to one of her fellow novices she turns slightly glancing towards the ballroom. "Shall we go see how my musical abilities are progressing then?" A faint quirk of her lips is given as she waits for his response before heading into the ballroom with slow graceful steps and a soft rustle of her layered skirts.

Emory nods his head and lifts his glass, gesturing toward the ballroom once more, to indicate that she should lead the way. Once the drinks have been passed off and they are free to go, he follows her toward the ballroom and toward one of the tables, the one marked for Dahlia. He settles there comfortably with his glass while she goes about getting her violin and preparing. "Everything that I've heard you play before has been lovely — but let's see this one, and what feeling it evokes when you play it."

Annette leads the way into the ballroom and makes her way over to where the instruments rest. She selects her favored violin, lifting it slowly and with care into her arms. Adjusting it in her grip she cradles it close and slowly runs the bow over the strings, calling forth a soft melody. It starts slow and gentle, the notes bringing forth a feeling of steadily building hope and the tune holding a peaceful air to it as it fills the room at a steadily building pace. Annette stands calmly her eyes slowly closing her own expression peaceful as she loses her self to the music for a moment.

(OOC: Currently incomplete, the rest will be added when the scene is finished.)

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