(1310-10-28) Of lost memory and celebration
Summary: Lord Gregoire and lady Inesse meet in the Baphinol residence and discuss the lost memory and an upcoming celebration.
RL Date: 2018-10-28
Related: None
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**Baphinol Residence - Noble District **

Through the portal, one enters a spacious parlor, dark teak wood furniture contrasting to white walls, cushions of red and yellow adding to the comfort of seating. Chairs showing off the crest of House Baphinol carved into the comparatively low back have been arranged about a long table that easily offers space enough for eight people. A pair of more comfortable long-backed chairs can be found in front of the hearth of white marble, with a warm fire burning there especially in the colder months. The wall facing the hearth is covered by a large tapestry, depicting a heroic Baphinol ancestor engaged with fighting off a dark and evil foe.

At times the furniture may be re-arranged in such a manner as to provide more space, for the occasional fête and dancing. Heavy red curtains at the windows are usually pulled to the side and secured with thick cords of yellow color during the day, to admit the light from outside, whereas lighting becomes much more intimate in character during evenings and night, from the warm flicker of oil lamps at the walls and candles burning upon the twining chandelier that hangs from the ceiling by a gilded chain.

A stairway leads up to the gallery, from which several doors lead to the private chambers of the residents.

Gregoire arrives back from a recent hunt, dressed in his leathers and a few prized game hens in his bloody satchel that he hands over to a waiting servant once he crosses the threshold. His own bloody gloves are being pulled off, although there are a few streaks of blood upon his face and speckled in his hair. The strong scent of the forest is upon his clothing, and he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to exit to his chambers. Instead he takes a moment to have a drink of whiskey downstairs, in full view of anyone coming and going.

"Mama!? Mama?!" A young lady rushes down the stairs and stumbles into the main room of Baphinol residence. But then she immediately freezes. Her eyes lock on those stains of blood on the man's features. Then her cheeks fill up with a blush and she quickly finds a less unpleasant image to stare at. So, her eyes end up gawking at the carpet. "I do apologize, m'lord. I didn't mean to disturb." She stammers and takes a few backward steps. "I only thought that my mama came home. I have some ideas for my upcoming celebration to offer." She glances back at the stairs and then peeks at the visage of a hunter lord. "Are you hurt, m'lord? Do you need anything?"

Gregoire turns to the young woman, no recognition from their last meeting is on his face as he gives a bow, "My apologies for my state, I just returned from a rather thrilling hunt. Please forgive my unkept appearance." He adds his name before straightening to his full height, "Gregoire Basilisque de Baphinol at your service." He nods to the servant that brings him a fresh wet cloth so he may wipe the blood specks from his face, "It was I who arrived, not your mother." In case the young lady is wondering, "There was no other here in the salon." He gives her a kind smile, "And I did not see any recent arrivals in the stables so I'm afraid your mother has not returned yet."

"Oooh…" Inesse sighs in a slight disappointment. She takes a quick walk to one of the windows and tiptoes to look around, making sure that her mother is not coming back right this moment. The girl doesn't catch the sight of any failiar figure and lets out another sigh. Then she turns back towards the lord and offers him a polite curtsy with her hands folded together in front of her, "Inesse de Baphinol, m'lord. I mean no offense, but we have met before. Two other men and I were helping you to get back home. The night when you almost got into a fight. I…" She looks up at Gregoire. Her eyes widening to add strength to her words. "I really mean no offense. I simply hope that you resolved your issues with lady Louna Jeanette Baphinol, your wife…"

<FS3> Gregoire rolls Composure: Success. (2 7)

Gregoire manages not to lose his smile on his face as the young lady brings up a night so long ago that the man clearly wishes had not happened. He clears his throat and gives a hearfelt apology, "Lady Inesse, my apologies, I am afraid I was not myself that evening." He steps a little closer, not to crowd her but to lower his voice so the servants do not overhear his next question, "Perhaps you would be as so kind as to let me know of my saviours so I can send my thanks." There is a pause as he considers something and then has to ask, "These words…that I spoke, were they repeated to my wife?" He looks a bit guilty as his face flushes with color, "I would understand completely if you had relayed these words to her ears…" He gives a bit of gulp, "But clearly I was not myself that night."

Lady Inesse winces when the man steps closer to her. She takes a step backwards but finds herself bumping into the window sill. She leans her hands against it and offers a shy smile at the whisper. So, she lowers her voice down as well, "It was my guard and lord Quintavius Anne Toluard who assisted you that night. You stumbled out of the Kraken's Den and a group of men followed you. Lord Toluard was so wise and brave to pretend that we are you friends and that we were waiting for you, m'lord!" The girl bites her bottom lip and looks down at the man's feet. She ponders the next part for a bit. "You see…" She sighs. "I might be young but I know very well that one should not interfere into the relationship of others. If you have difficulties with your wife, you shall resolve them on your own. Others usually cause more problems than assist. So, I did not tell anyone. I promise!" She looks up at Gregoire and nods a few times.

Gregoire uncoils that tension resting in his shoulders and that menacing aura that was starting to rise disappears as she admits that she hasn't been gossiping about his indiscretion to anyone. He mentally files away the name of Lord Quintavius Anne Toluard away, and his smile breaks the severity of his expression, "Excellent, thank you for your prudence in that matter." He steps away, giving the young lady a bit of breathing space, "I shall have to let Lord Toluard of my appreciation of his fateful rescue." He gives a bow to her, "As well as your own. I must have been deep in my cups that night because I don't remember much of the events outside of the Kraken's Den." It's clear he probably has no memory at all since he clearly did not recognize her, "And yes, we are working out our different…" He thinks of a good word, "Arrangements. Sometimes the first few months of marriage can be a bit trying. Especially if you are so…" He thinks for a moment, "Well, of different worlds."

Inesse's shoulders relax when the man offers her some more space and her lips beam into a smile. She raises her hand to fix a curl of dark brown hair brushing with her fingers slowly across it. "I don't know much about it, m'lord. I still have many years before I can marry!" She chuckles. "Will you come to the celebration of my sixteenth birthday? My mama is throwing it next Saturday." The girl explains and then straightens up. "A few people promised to come but I am afraid they might actually skip it. They are much older than me. I don't think they find it interesting to talk to me." She then moves toward one of the armchairs and settles down there, brushing her skirts a bit that they would fall evenly. "Was your hunting trip successful?"

Gregoire gives her a thoughtful look, "If you want my advice, give it time, enjoy this period where you sit between the cusp of being a wife and your single state. Learn what you can of the world and make sure, if the choice is yours, to choose someone that compliments your own interests." He takes a sip of his drink and assures her, "I will of course try to attend your party. You are now part of my family." His piercing blue eyes look her over, "And I always take care of my own." He only looks her over for a moment, then that intense gave leaves her to look out the window, "You'll have to give me a few gifts on what you would like. Since we've just met, I'm afraid I'm at a loss for a type of gift you would like." He deepens his smile and glances back at her, "And I like the gift to suit the receiver. So perhaps you could tell me more about your interests." He doesn't seem inclined to discuss his hunting trips, turning the tables of attention back to her.

"Oh, m'lord, you shall not worry about the gifts!" She waves the idea off. "I simply want that people would come. If people will show up that means they care about me. I do not need any fancy things or sweet things, or anything else except the company of others…" She ponders there for a moment, swaying her feet in the air. "I have never been too of a chatty person. I do not have many friends except my family. My mama is my best friend as well as my brother. I do not like much of my sister. She is a bit of a bully. But I love her anyway." She smiles and looks at Gregoire turing the conversation back to him. "Do you have any siblings, m'lord?"

Gregoire smiles which softens the austere expression from his face as she describes her mother and brother. He loses a bit of that when she mentions her sister is a bit of a bully. At her ask on his own family, Gregoire gives a nod, "A twin, Richard, who had the fortune of being born three minutes before me, making him heir to the Barony of Cleron." He gives a shake of his head, "I have two other siblings, one of them, my sister is in town. Aurélie Basilisque nó l'Envers is currently visiting Marsilikos as a companion to Jean Shahrizai l'Envers." He takes a sip of his drink and looks back outside, "I haven't seen her since she was seven so I imagine that she's changed quite a bit since then." He looks a bit regretful as he watches the rain outside that's starting to come down, "I'm afraid we're not very close. There was no point since my fate was decided by my parents before the age of three that I would come here to Eisande and marry my wife."

"Your marriage was arranged so early?" Inesse gasps at such a strange information. It may be strange to her only but still. "I thought only someone of a very high standing has to be betrothed very early. Not that I am trying to say that you are of a low standing or worthy of less, just… I hear of such an arrangement for the first time. Would you mind telling me why, m'lord?" Inesse leans on the side of an armchair looking more intently at the man now. Curiosity is shining in her dark eyes. "Lady Louna is very beautiful, though. You are lucky in regards of that!"

Gregoire gives a shrug of his shoulders, shaking his head before finishing his drink, "You would have to ask them." He doesn't seem inclined to speculate on why he was promised so young to another except for this small tidbit, "It's my understanding the our mothers are good friends, having met in their time in the Night Court. Perhaps they only wished to keep such relations." He motions for a servant to take his glass, "And you, shall your mother be choosing your suitors when it comes time? I don't know the traditions here in Eisande but where I am from, your parents often are making such decisions…even if it's later in life."

"Of course, my mama is going to pick one for me!" The girl's blush deepens when she add, "She already helped me to pick a courtesan who is going to introduce me into the Namaah ways. I will learn it so soon… Just after my celebration!" She admits and smiles broadly. "He is very handsome man from Gentian. He knows everything about the dreams. He can read dreams!" Her eyes grow in admiration this time. "He promissed to teach me of such things as well. He is very handsome…" She blushes even more and lowers her gaze down to her lap where her fingers gently nip on each other. "Well… Have you spoken to my mama before? I am sure you would like her!" Inesse randomly changes the subject.

Gregoire stifles a deep chuckle as she speaks of her 'first' time that will come after her celebration. He gives a nod of his head, "You are indeed fortunate to have someone so skilled to introduce you to Namaah's ways." He does unbutton his cloak and hand it off to a servant who was waiting in the wings, underneath, his cotton hunting garb is less impacted by the recent hunt. Outside of the musky scent that still clings to him, he looks less the hunter, "And no, I haven't had tea with your mother yet. My wife has been keeping me to herself in between my own forays into the city."

"Then you shall meet my mama on my celebration. I am sure you will enjoy her company. You should also take your wife. I would like to meet lady Louna. I have seen her before but I did not have a chance to speak to her. I would like that very much!" She explains and smiles. Then she focuses her attention on the man. "M'lord, am I taking your time? I stumbled on you unexpectedly. If you have more important matters to attend to, that is fine. I can withdraw to my room."

Gregoire gives a thoughtful nod, agreeing that indeed his wife should come with him, "I'll let Lady Louna know of your wishes. I am sure she would enjoy more time with her family and celebrate your birthday." He gives a shake of his head, "No, no, you're not being a bother." He motions to his state of dress, "I'm just a bit musky from being in the woods, and planning on seeking a bath soon. But as long as my own scent is not bothering you, we can continue our conversation." He motions to one of the setee where they could sit and continue to talk, "If you wish that is. Since you are waiting for your mother, perhaps you'd rather do it in the sanctum of your chambers."

"You are too kind, m'lord. I really do not want to keep you away from the bath. So, I will wait for my mother in my own chambers. I shall better give a second thought to the ideas of my celebration that when I present them to my mother, she would understand me and would give approval." Inesse explains and raises to her feet. "It was a pleasure to talk to you again. Give my best wishes to your wife and I hope to see you soon again, m'lord." She curtsies and goes back to the staircases, and up to her own room.

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