(1310-07-13) Pirates, Children, Pirates, Fish!
Summary: A young Tsingani had his breakfast interrupted by a very lovely company - pleasant former courtesan and her children.
RL Date: 13th of July, 1310
Related: None
fleur abraham 

Port - Marsilikos

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.

An early morning of the summer is a bit cooler than usually because of the rain which poured during the night. Many people are already hurrying following their daily routines. They tremple puddles making their shoes and long attires wet and mildly muddy. Sailors are getting into ships while some fishermen are already getting out from their boats with buckets full of their prey.

A young tangled man is sitting on one of the sides of the pier just beside a ship which is swayed by the waves. He has his legs tossed over and some of the waves splashes his boots washing up the dusts and mud from his soles of the shoes. A leather shoulder bag adorned with many different slices of colorful fabrics is laying beside him. Abraham is currently chewing on a warm bun and enjoys some wine from an old flask.

Raining it might be, but it's that pleasant, warm sort of rain that's peculiar to the southern climes of Terre d'Ange. It pitter-pats on the awnings of market stalls that refuse to close whilst trade is still to be had, and slicks the roads so that the cobbles shine, their rusty colors brought out as if they've been polished. It's along the cobbled street that a woman now comes, the hems of her skirts darkened where water has inched its way up the grey fabric. Her steps are light as she avoids a puddle, and her hands are both held; a boy of perhaps four or so holding her left, and curly-headed blonde toddler on her right. They're followed closely by two guards in the livery of House Valais, though to all intents and purposes the threesome are doing their best to ignore them. They're heading right for the pier on which Abraham sits, and as they draw closer it'd become apparent that there's another person in tow with the party. A servant, carrying a cloth-wrapped pole and a large wicker basket. How odd.

Abraham is quite aware of his surrounding since the man kept looking around curiously. His natural skin is darker and the tan makes it appear even more different, openly informing everyone of his foreign heritage. He notices a beautiful lady moving toward the pier with two children in her arms as well as the other person who hold a pole in his arms. The man's curiosity makes him stare at the approaching group. Though, while his features are frozen in inquiring mimic his hand moves up bringing that warm bun to his lips and Tsingani takes a greedy bite.

"Bastien! Stay close…" There's laughter in the woman's voice as the young boy pulls his hand from her's. Where his sister has the blonde hair of her mother, his is dark, and his face holds that wicked smile of mischief as he slips his bonds and skitters ahead of the party. He makes a bee-line for the interesting looking Tsinganai, coming to a halt a few paces short of him. His head cocks to one side, and a bright curiosity shows in his eyes. "What's your name? I'm Bastien. I have a sword!" His hand pulls a crimson and black painted wooden one from his belt, and this he proudly holds before him to show it off. "Bastien! Don't bother the man." This from Fleur as she catches her son up. The guards are on her heels, and they cast a disparaging look over Abraham. The servant carries on a few places, setting down the basket and unwrapping the pole that he carries. It's a fishing rod.

Abraham smiles broadly when a child approaches him. He sets the bun on his shoulder bag and raises his hands up defensively, "Oh! I knew that your are as strong a knight as a bear would be the moment I noticed you! But let me ask…" he leans closer to the kid and whispers, "Are you an honorable one as well?" Then he looks up at the lady who catches her child up, "It's fine. He is an adorable boy and your daughter obviously has the beauty of her mother!" But then Tsingani looks once more at the boy, "Do you want my real name or a more easier version of it?"

"I apologies Monsieur. My son is excited because we have come to fish today." Fleur's voice is quiet, though laced with humor. It holds a warmth, a softness that hails from her Namarrese roots, and she reaches for her son's stray hand. "Apparently fish are easier to catch when it rains, so we have been waiting for this day for quite some time." A smile as her daughter plugs her mouth with her thumb and hides her face in her skirts. "This is my daughter, Giselle, and my son, Bastien." She makes their introductions, but doesn't as yet give her own, her eyes casting off to the left where the servant has now strung the pole and is sorting out bait. "You have two names? Mama! The man has two names!" A waggle of his wooden sword in Abraham's direction. "Your real name, monsieur. Unless you're a pirate with a pirate name! Are you a pirate? You look like a pirate!".

"Aye aye, m'lord!" Abraham straightens up answering to the young boy. "My real name is Aberahama Dodo but people of your kind call me Abraham. We are not the pirates you are used to hear about. My people could be called Sand Pirates! Did your mother told you about us?" He frowns playfully eyeing the boy. "We steal children who do not listen to their parents and cause them heartache!" He nods seriously at the boy but once he raises his eyes at Fleur, he has a mirth in his gaze. "It's a pleasure meeting you, m'lady. You were informed correctly that fishes are easier to catch when it rains."

Bastien giggles. "Dodo…" The giggling quickly fades to a frown however, his mouth setting in a mutinous line when Abraham goes on to mention the stealing of children. Giselle tugs on Fleur's skirts, her pansy-colored eyes enormous. "Mama! Will he steal me?" She buries herself deeper in the grey silks. Fleur laughs. "He is pulling your legs. He is what we call a Tsingani here in Terre d'Ange. A colourful people that originally come from Bhodistan. Bastien. You remember your lessons about Bhodistan? Now they wander the world, bringing their stories, their songs, and their crafts with them." A smile to Abraham. "And have you a craft of your own, Abraham?"

Abraham offers a wink to the girl who hides behind her mother's skirts. Dodo reaches for one of his pendants. Many of them hang on his neck from leather strings. He removes one which has a small silver plate engraved with lilly's blossoms. Abraham peeks at Fleur as if asking for permission before he extends his hand toward the girl. That pendant lay on his palm, "If you will wear it, nobody will ever steal you because blooms of a lilly will shield you from any harm. Take it," he offers with a smile to Gisele. His eyes find Fleur one more time briefly, "I am a leather worker. Accessories, bags and scabbards, belts and even pendants." He explains. "Do you have a name and a talent which is not only fishing?"

But Giselle is shy — too shy apparently to accept the pendant. She peeks at Abraham from behind her mother's skirts. "That's very kind of you Abraham." It's Fleur that accepts the pendant from his fingers, and heedless of the wet on the ground, she hunkers down next to her daughter and gently slips it over her head. "See now, Giselle. See how pretty the lily flower is. You will always be safe my darling." A kiss to the blonde curls, and a smile to Abraham. "Fleur Courcel nó Heliotrope de Valais. My children and I are summering here in Marsilikos. You must let me know what I owe you for the pendant." With the rod now strung and the servant now threading a worm on the hook, Bastien's attention is duly caught, and off he wanders to help. Worms are more interesting than pendants.

Abraham smiles watching how a girl is showered in her mother's love. A smile grows even broader in his features. But then a man raises up to his feet. He takes the last bite of his bun and puts a shoulder bag on. "You owe me nothing. Just love your children and keep them protected. Never leave them." He answers to Fleur. "Am I right to guess that you are one of the courtesans? I am still not fully familiar with your culture… It's very distant to us."

"I was, but not anymore." Fleur scoops Giselle into her arms and also stands, snugging the girl to her hip. Fingers play idly with her daughter's curls whilst Bastien gets down to helping (or hindering) with the worms. "I was of House Heliotrope in the City of Elua, but I left service when my marque was completed in order to marry. My husband was of the Valais family, so we came south and settled in Eisande." Her voice is quiet as she recounts her history. "The south of Terre d'Ange is very beautiful, and the Castle de Digne is pink. Imagine that. It is quite the loveliest castle I think I have ever seen. It is like a picture from a story book. Have your travels ever taken you that way?"

"Your husband was of the Valais family? Forgive me if I am inquiring too much but why was?" Abraham steps a bit closer to the woman that they wouldn't have to speak in a louder voice. "Pink castle? I do not remember it but I might have been very little. We travelled quite a lot around the whole world. I've seen many things. Pity that a memory fails me often. Sometimes I wish I could be a writer but!.." Tsingani shrugs. "Why did you move back to Marsilikos from that pink castle?"

Fleur knew that the question was coming, of course it was coming, but nevertheless it still manages to cast a sadness upon her face. "Louis died." That sadness shows in her voice as well as her face, and though they're only two small words that she responds with, they're still difficult for her to say. She blinks, eyes suspiciously bright, and draws a breath before glancing away from Abraham and out across the sea. "We spent time in Hellas. The Hellenic Isles. It's odd how something so perfect can actually be so fragile. In the end we had so very little time together. It has taught me something though. Live every day as if it might be your last."

"My condolences. Though, love never dies. Your Louis lives in your children and you. He is always beside you, protecting. That's how it always works." Abraham tries to offer a supporting smile to the woman. "It's a very good lesson you were taught. Do not forget to give it to your children as well. But now I will leave you be and spend some time with those two adorable lil flowers." Tsingani bows his head to the woman and then turns to leave.

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