(1310-11-17) Dreams and Physical Ailments
Summary: Oliver Basilisque comes to pay a visit to the Salon de Coquelicot — and to speak with one of its adepts, Lois.
RL Date: 17/11/2018
Related: None?
lois oliver 

Le Coquelicot — Night Court

Tiles of fine beige colored marble cover the floor in an ever repetitive pattern that is only broken by the circle of inlay work in its center, where through the use of white marble and dark red obsidian a likeness of the poppy flower comes to life, informing the visitor which salon it is he has entered. Long white drapes embroidered with a line of similar earthy dark red to the obsidian used in the floor are arranged to frame the windows, through which the parlour will be generously lighted through the day. Scattered about the room are comfortable chairs, light rattan fletching topped off with comfortable, cream-colored cushions, beside small tables where long slender flagons of wine stand at the ready beside goblets made of clay, glazed in warm earthy tones.

The air is that of relaxation, on more levels than just the physical; this extends to the mind, the soul, and the heart as well. An effect that is enhanced by the soothing melodies played by a lutist in a corner, by the pleasant subtle scents emanating from clay bowls filled with aromatic oils sitting on the tables; the warm lighting of oil lamps through glass shades painted with soothing patterns of waves in orange and dark red. Enhanced further by the soft laughter rippling through these halls where the visitor for once is allowed to take a break from his everyday trials and tribulations, from fears and worries, from tenseness in muscles and sometimes just loneliness.

Archways in old Tiberian style lead onwards to three areas, where patrons can find soothing in the way they wish to. Whereas a stairway at the back curves all the way up to the upper floor, where private quarters of courtesans and adepts can be found.


Autumn is already moving towards winter. One can sense it, from the cool weather, from the occasional breeze that makes chills down your spine in case you are not wrapped in a warm cloak. The salon of Coquelicot proves quite the change, once one enters. A fire in the hearth and various braziers placed at the corners of the foyer provide a warmth, so no cloaks will be needed inside. Oliver would have found a helpful Coquelicot already removing his cloak with a soft mutter of excuse. A female voice, young and friendly. A novice perhaps? "Good day, my lord," she intones. "I am Lois. Perhaps you would like to sit down for a moment and enjoy a cup of mulled wine?"

This young lord is accompanied by a man in all black which is rather handsome and a guard of the Basilisque colors. When Oli's coat is removed, it reveals an off white tunic and navy trousers. He grins slowly and bows his head. "Thank you." He speaks softly. He reaches his hand out trying to reach for the seat. When he does find it, he slowly takes a seat. "Mulled wine? Just one please." He bows his head to her and smiles. Though his eyes never connect with her own. "Lois? Laurentin said I should speak with you…"

<FS3> Lois rolls Perception: Good Success. (4 5 2 5 7 5 7 8 4 6)

"Laurentin?", the young woman echoes. Her voice sounds gentle and melodious and she turns to the side to hand the cloak to a novice indeed. "He made mention of me?" She considers Oli for a moment, and the man that came in his company. "Ah… you must be Lord Oliver de Basilisque then." There is a soft rustle of fabric from her dress as she reaches out as if to assist Oliver — but then she pulls her hand back as she can see he manages just fine. She moves away to retrieve a cup of mulled wine from a nearby table and then returns to hand it to him, placing it gently into his hand. "Laurentin passed a note on to me, that I might be able to help you, my lord."

Oliver grins warmly. "I was requesting Laurentin help me but he spoke highly of you and getting your opinion." He nods to his name. He feels the glass touch his hands and he smiles. "Thank you." He leans back slowly and gets comfortable. "So… he did pass a letter. What did he say?" He tilts his head a little while he carefully brings the wine glass to his lips.

Lois sits down in a seat beside his own. There may have been a fleeting touch of fingers to his as he accepted the cup from her hands. "He mentioned… some pains and afflictions you might have, my lord," the young Coquelicot explains then. "And that you might benefit from some of my skills, and from my touch. He even asked me to suggest for you to contract us both so that we might help you each in the ways that we specialize in." He leans a bit over to where Oliver sits, glancing at him before she adds, "So you have bad dreams, my lord?"

Oliver listens to her carefully and nods slowly. "I…" He thinks about multiple contracts. He nods a little at bad dream but speaks softly. "What do you specialize in, milady?" He asks softly. "I know he is dreams…but are you also dreams?" He takes another sip.

"Yes.", she replies, and he may sense the smile from the tone of her voice. "I have that gift. My mother was of House Gentian. But… I have other skills as well. I can work tensions from your muscles through massage. I also experiment a little with heated stones, that I can place on your back to make those muscles relax, and draw your focus away from what troubles you." A fleeting touch of her hand against his arm, before resting there in a gesture of support. "What is it with your eyes?", Lois asks then, tilting her head a little.

Oliver takes a moment to breath as she explains. "Melting troubles away…" He nods slowly. "I see." Then she's lightly touching him and asking about his eyes. "You can look right in them if you wish. It's dark enough in here I see nothing." He grins warmly. His eyes are the color of the sky just before a storm and his pupils are very small. "I fell off my horse and in my quick dash to get back on it, I got kicked in the head." He shakes his head. "It was my mistake when I was 9."

There is a shift in her posture, and Oliver might feel a bit of her breath drifting against his face, as if she were indeed looking into his eyes. "They are beautiful," she states simply, and then touches her hand to his cheek. "Your eyes." A pause then, before she states, "I understand. It must be difficult." Another moment passes, before she speaks again. "Monsieur Laurentin has joined us some time ago. While I debuted here, some months ago…"

Oliver blinks a few times when he feels her breath on his face. He nods his head slowly and blushes at the compliment. "No one's said that before. It's always just a curse." He points out simply. He tilts his head and nods. "I arrived a few weeks ago. My mother released me and now I'm here." He takes a long deep breath. If she's close she can smell him. He smells of peppermint and peaches.

<FS3> Lois rolls Politics: Success. (2 4 3 7 1 6 5)

She is close enough. The scent of this Coquelicot for Oliver easy to take in, clean, a bit flowery but also with another note that is a bit hard to grasp at first. "Camlach is far away," Lois remarks gently. "So… you are staying with family, I suppose? Basilisque… There is a snake in the crest of your House. I believe it speaks of strength and wisdom." Another moment, in which she probably regards his face, precedes her next words, "So… your curse are the eyes. Or is there anything else?"

Oliver nods his head. "My… brothers are here. I am staying with Viscomte Sebastien Basilisque. He's my big brother." He speaks softly. "He's a stupid head." He grumbles and moves to cross his arms but she asks about what else. "My whole body… there is pain that stems from this arm." He lifts his left arm. "I… tried to prove to Anse I could climb a roof when I was blind. I fell off and broke my arm." He frowns and sighs quietly. "My feet really hurt. I stub my toes a lot. Sometimes it's so hard I feel … wetness which can only be blood when I grab them to lament at my stupidity."

"Lord Sébastien…" A smile flickers over Lois voice. "I understand. He is your brother? He was recently married, here in Marsilikos." Then there is a soft intake of breath. "Please… let me have a look, my lord. Have you seen a healer yet about it?" Her voice softens. "You must have, as you say it is broken. It must have been fixed. Your feet… now that is another matter. I can have a look at them if you like. Much sensitivity is our feet. There are certain spots there, in the soles, but also in the toes…"

Oliver nods his head slowly and grins at her. "Well.. my mother thought she was a healer. So … I got wood wrapped around my arm tightly but I still had to learn survive being blind so no sling." He points out quietly. "All the pain from my feet comes from my toes." He's probably broken them a few times. He bends forward and his head bonks off her shoulder. He sits upright and frowns. "I am sorry! I didn't mean too.. I was trying to show my feet…"

"Ah…" His explanations sink in, and Lois shakes her head. "So that injury happened long time ago. I can try to check your arm. But I am not as skilled as Mademoiselle Elspeth. I have a little knowledge in the healing arts." Her gaze and attention shifts away from Oliver for a moment as she glances about the salon. "I believe, this could be handled in an assignation. I can try to help you with your physical ailments. And if you like, you could allow me to share your dream… I may be young, but I would be glad to exercise my gift, should you wish it." A certain shy tinge to her tone there. "Monsieur Laurentin is far more experienced. But perhaps… he could watch over you and I."

Oliver bows his head to her. "You are skilled in… Massages which I have never had. I think.. because my dreams … they are very bad, milady. I would not want you witnessing them fear you are tainted. I think with Laurentin's skill… he can help me navigate my dreams. I hope I do not offend you." He bows his head to her and chews his bottom lip.

<FS3> Lois rolls Composure: Good Success. (5 8 3 1 7 5 6)
<FS3> Lois rolls Empathy: Success. (1 4 6 4 2 4 8 4 3 5)

There is a pause. But then Lois replies with a smile. Oliver will be able to hear it from the tone of the voice. "I am skilled in massages, yes, and I would like to assist you in fighting these physical ailments. I respect your decision, it does not offend me. I am very young still, so some people are… hesitant to emburden me with their dreams. I would suggest though, that my treatment should be received directly prior to Monsieur Laurentin assisting you. You will find it easier to slip into your dreams when your body feels relaxed and better than it felt before…"

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