(1310-08-30) Meeting a real Kraken
Summary: A 'real' Kraken bumps into the lady-in-waiting of the duchess Armandine and they both discuss upcoming events.
RL Date: 30th of August, 1310
Related: None
narcisse irene 


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 southern 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 cool summer morning at the port of Marsilikos, yet it is still loud and crowded among the different market stands. And one of the figures that tries to make his way through the commoner scum - or at least that's how he would call them - is Narcisse Trevalion, who decided to get up quite early for once it seems to take a breath of fresh, salty air of the sea, which reminds him of home. But he hasn't quite reached those yet and mutters under his breath, while openly picking his nose, trying to suppress the bad odors one might expect from such a location, as he fights his way through the crowd, looking for an opening.

Irene ends her conversation with one of the common women and turns to walk further across the small path which is quite close to the docks. She is wearing a full-length detailed and elegant gown crafted from black silk that looks all the more beautiful with the pink shimmer that the roses were embroidered by. The bodice of the long dress is fitted with black satin ribbon lacing along the front. The dress is sleeveless allowing for the young woman to enjoy a cool breeze. The full skirt reaches the floor with a hem trimmed with black ribbon and lace. The skirt is ruched in eight sections to add fullness. The d'Eresse lady is carrying a small basket which is covered by a pink silk scarf. She is also followed by the guard who keeps a polite distance. A young lady wears a large smile and offers nods together with joyful "Good morning!" to both nobles and common folk.

Narcisse is wearing clothes of mostly silk himself, including a most fashionable tunic in family colors and some warm boots. As he's used to a rougher climate, the cold doesn't bother him too much or at least he doesn't show it. His fingers are also adamant with exquisite rings of silver. And there seems to be a scratch on one of them, catching his attention so that he doesn't notice what's happening in front of him and he half-runs into a crowd gathered in front of one of the stands "Excuse me…" he mutters angrily under his breath, not even looking up to meet the eyes of the person he might just have run over.

"Oh!" Irene's surprise leaves her lips with a soft chuckle. "That's alright, m'lord. The morning is quite busy! I would say unusually busy. You should better watch where you go. I would also…" she looks around cautiously and leans in to whisper, "…be aware of the Kraken and those who work to assist him. I heard that Tsigani steal what has any type of shining and they throw it to the sea as a sacrifice to the Kraken!" Her eyes grow wide when she tells the story to make her words sound more convincing. Though, a broad smile may suggest that she is simply teasing. "You don't want to lose your precious!" The lady points at the ring.

Narcisse quirks an eyebrow at her remark and there's a glimpse of amusement sparkling in his sea-blue eyes as they set upon her, as if to check her up and he gives a short nod as if approving "These pieces of scum better not try or they'll meet a real Kraken, m'lady, I assure you that." Taking another brief glance at his ring he then feigns a warm smile in her direction "I am a Trevalion after all and thus a direct scion of Azza. Lord Narcisse Trevalion to be exact. And who have I the pleasure of… bumping into right here in these ports?" he inquires with another look sent her way, this time indeed showing interest.

The young lady chuckles at the man's humor. She looks him over, up and down, as if judging what kind of a Kraken he would be. The corners of her lips curl up even more giving up her thought that Narcisse would look as a cute and not dangerous Kraken at all. Then she nods and offers a polite small curtsy, "I am lady Irene d'Eresse, lady-in-waiting to the duchess Armandine!" Her eyes grow wide one more time but now there is pride and maybe small surprise that she managed to receive such a position. "What are you doing here, m'lord? Did you just arrive?"

Her laughter just gives his already bolstered ego another push, not that he really needs one. And yes, maybe he might not be a dangerous Kraken, but in his imagination he totally would. To her introduction he offers a brief smirk "Ah, I hope the Duchess is satisfied with your skills. Not that I would be one to judge, but at least manners you seem to have." And can there be seen a little charming smile? Maybe. Anyway, he nods his head "Yes, I came here all the way from Azzalle and just arrived here recently. I'm looking to probably strike one or two lucrative economic deals while I'm here. And maybe even more…"

Irene frowns mildly. Maybe she perceives the young man's sentences as a small sarcasm. But the young lady makes no comments regarding it. It's easy to distract her by unfinished sentence. She straightens up and almost tiptoes. Eyes wide stare at the lord in front of her, "Oooh? Maybe more? And what that would be? Of course, if I may be so bold to ask," she chuckles. "The city of Marsilikos is full of various schemes and rumors, and intrigues, and plans old and young people have prepared for themselves, their friends and enemies!.. If this is one of those secrets, you definitely don't have to tell me!" She grins and then brings her hands behind her back together with the basket. She sways slowly to the sides looking up at the man excitedly.

Narcisse doesn't seem to notice or hardly care at all about the frown as he is one of those men who think the world should center around them and what they do. And so he plays idly with those rings while she speaks, though also stays focused on her at the same time and that smirk appears on his own lips once again "Oh is it now? That really strikes my interest to find and solve mysteries sometimes… but then I have to keep my own more to myself than anything." With another shrug of his shoulders "Since I am the youngest sibling in my family branch though I guess I will have to strike the most favorable deal regarding marriage myself before someone decides to marry me to some 70-year-old half-dead nanny." He says it in such disgust, hardly being able to control himself there for a moment, though soon his manners return as if nothing happened.

"What if that 70-year-old half-dead nanny is super rich? Like some sort of a princess? Don't tell me that you wouldn't be interested to her gold? Also, she would die pretty soon and would leave everything to you!" Irene laughs at the man's fears. "One way or the other, there is an amazing event coming up which may interest you then, m'lord." Irene presses her lips together in pondering, trying to remember the day. "Oh, it's on the 1st day of autumn. The venet is called Lets Have a Date! It has been arranged by a courtesan. Mistress Rosaline, I believe. She is having a romantic night in the Atrium of Coeur de Lavande for singles to get to know each other and for family members to set up their family members with people of another household for political gain and love. Dinner, dancing, and mediating match interviews awaits one there. I am totally going!"

Narcisse can't help but laugh a little at her retort and shakes his head "Well, to be honest I could find myself a consort to endure the time with that old dragon then, which could make it at least somewhat sufferable I guess." A grin plays over his lips and then he raises an eyebrow as she speaks about that upcoming event "Oh, I heard rumors about that event myself and maybe I will show up, if my time allows it. Not that my cousin already has plans made up for me that little matchmaker and troublemaker…" he laughs merrily as he speaks of her and for once there seems to be true happiness on his face.

"Oh? Your cousin has been here for awhile? Do I know him or her?" Irene blinks a few times now bringing her basket up in front of her. A breeze raises the scarf up a bit but still the goods inside can not be visible. "I know many people. Some do not even know that I know them!" Irene laughs. "You see, I love to observe and then sketch people. This allows me to remember all of them. People are so interesting, aren't they, m'lord? All of them are so unique!" She makes a small pause before shooting another questions, "Do you have your own hobbies?"

"Ailene. Ailene Trevalion." Narcisse responds, briefly shuddering at a thought, but that goes away as quickly as it came and he nods his head "That's a good hobby to have I guess and a useful one to boot." he mentions, making a mental note of using her at least as an useful contact in the future, if the need may arise. "I am quite fascinated with fashion as you might see and well I can't help the itch tingling when there are some mysteries to be unfolded. So I hope that rumors that strike my interest will soon enough reach my ears."

"Ailene? The gorgeous red haired lady? She is marvelous! I recently spoke to her and I even sketched her portrait. She is absolutely beautiful. I wish I could have hair like hers! I would also like to have a part of her brave and wild nature in me. I am more… listening to what my brothers say and simply obeying. Also, I am more of a shy person and…" She looks at her guard and down to her basket. Her shoulders slumber down as well as a smile fades. "Talking about compliting one's duties, I must leave you, m'lord. It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope I can catch you at the event? Even if you won't be there, maybe you will be participating in the tournament? I will definitely come to watch! You do look like an archer to me. I know that your cousin is. I bet she will participate! I should cheer for her!" Irene nods excitedly again.

"Yes, she is indeed and she's a good friend of mine…" Even though he might have gotten her in trouble once or twice in the past, which just gives his eyes another amused sparkle at the memory of it. His lips curl up in another polite smile as he nods his head "I will be trying to attend… and the tournament of course I will compete and hopefully win one or the other thing." And yes his voice sounds sure at that. With a gentle bow he bids her farewell and be it planned or not he might have touched her arm in the process of doing so ever so lightly "Good day to you, m'lady. Until then."

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