(1310-12-16) Now that the Fine Folk are Fled
Summary: Quentin and Aurore meet over dinner at the Golden Harbor.
RL Date: 12/16/18
Related: None
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**The Golden Harbor **

Situated close to the Opera and upon the famous wine cellars below, the Golden Harbour Restaurant offers the same refinement it expects in turn from its clientele. The name has influenced the choice of interior, where walls have been painted in sea green with golden ornaments, and one wall features the outline of this city's harbor in gilded painting that will catch the warm light of candles and oil lamps. Candelabras made of brass show the likenesses of mermaids and seasnakes. Tables and seating are of dark mahogany, cushions and upholstery done in dark green velvet, heavy drapes of similar color set into the ceiling that can be drawn to allow a certain privacy when such is wished for. Staff is attentive and discreet, and up to the standards of high nobility in their quality of service. They are clad in the unique livery of the place, sea green gowns, chemises and trousers, always tidy and well kept.

Meals served here are mostly local seafood dishes prepared from sophisticated recipes with inspired seasoning. Finest wines are available, both red and white, a supply never ceasing as they have the wine cellars below, to acquire even the most exquisite and costly vintages if requested. High windows offer a view over the city, especially where it slopes down to the harbor, with masts and sails of ships moored there visible in the distance.


Much of the noble population of the city of Marsilikos has run off to the city of Elua to enjoy the Longest Night, which means the Golden Harbor has a somewhat diminished population in an early winter evening. One of the nobles here is a young man in black and Courcel blue, seated in corner with a glass of wine and a book in hi hands that he alternates between reading and considering the scant crowds.

Aurore strides in. She is more handsome than beautiful and is wearing a very fashionable scarlet and gold brocade overdress, square cut at the bodice to display her neck and collarbones to best effect. Her underdress is so dark a red as to be almost black. She is partially veiled in lace of a colour to match her underdress and her hair is looped in elaborate braids. She peers around, expression hard to read with the lace.

Quentin looks up when someone strides in, as opposed to the much more quiet people who have been coming and going, an gives a smile as he sees the woman in her dark red and braided hair. "A lovely color on you, my lady," he offers cheerfully from where he sits, holding up his glass of wine in salute.

Aurore looks him over slowly and even more slowly smiles. Despite the veiling there is nothing demure about her as she stalks over. "Chalasse red, you mean? I suppose so." The corver of her lip quirks up further in private amusement.

Quentin watches her move over, and gives a little bit of a grin. "Well, I'll admit to having a fondness for colors named after families. Of course, nothing compares to Courcel blue, but…" He lets it trail off, and motions. "Would you care to join me? I'm Quentin de la Courcel."

Through the dark lace, it is just possible to see her eyebrows rising. Her uncovered lips are certainly amused, "Aurore nó Bonnel de Chalasse." She holds out her hand for kissing as if she were the swan and he the cuckoo and not the other way around.
Long distance to Helene: Aurore waves.

Quentin stands and takes the hand, leaning down to kiss it gallantly when it is offered. "A pleasure to meet you, my lady," he offers, waiting for her to sit if she chooses to do so. "Have you been in the city long?"

Aurore carefully smoothes her skirts as she sits, "Barely a week. I am still finding my footing. I think it will suit though. Lots of interesting spices and good music. and what brings you here so close to Longest Night?"

"I've been here for a couple of weeks. The Duchesse was kind enough to give me a position as a Clerk in the Ambassador's Tower, hopefully as an entry in to a long career in Diplomacy," Quentin offers, sitting down. "Since my stint as an academic didn't seem to work, and the Duc my father needs his youngest to do something with his life."

Aurore says, "Idle hands DO lead to all sorts of mischief, yes. So what is good here? To eat, I mean."

Quentin laughs. "Oh most definitely, there were idle hands and mischief at the University in Siovale. Not all of them mine," he offers wryly, shaking his head. "The Sole and Salmon de Azzalle are delightful, as are any of the fish dishes. And they have wine from across the country."

Aurore laughs, warm and frankly, hear long neck tilting back. "I shall trust your taste then. Scholars usully know what food is good." She orders that, then studies him, quizzically, "Although I supose this time of year most hands are idle, even ones with a new responsible position."

Quentin nods. "And it is rarely a bad idea to order fish by the seaside, even though I can hardly call myself an academic any more. Just a noble son with too much education and exasperated parents; so not that different than anyone who isn't the heir or the spare, really." He grins. "And business continues on in the city even as the most fashionable head to the capital."

Aurore's accent speaks of the nobility of L'Agnace, though there is something a little to careful about it, and now and then a trace of Kusheth creeps in, "And neither of us quite fashionable enough." The wine arrives and she sips, "so what sort of amusements are their in the city just now? What do you suggest? I've never been so far South."

"Oh I could probably go and meet with my parents, but I thought it might look better if I went next year and had actually done something to contribute to the Tower before I took time off. My father is a…serious minded man," Quentin says with a snort as he takes a sip of his wine. "Well, the Little Court is delightful, the countryside wonderful, and the Duchesse's court elegant. Of course basically all of them are on hold right now."

Aurore sounds amused, "Surely the countryside doesn't pack itself up and move to the capital too?"

"Well no, the countryside couldn't care less about the Longest Night in the capital," Quentin allows with a smile. "But it does get very cold, and a lot of people go on countryside rides or walks less. My favorite spot in the countryside is the waterfall, and that gets…brisk when it is winter."

Aurore replies, "I suspect not quite as brisk as the mountains round about Ferrand. Some travelers are heartier than other's I suspect. Does the little Court really close down too?"

Quentin grins, and holds his hand out to waggle back and forth. "Does it close down? No, not really. But most of the clients of the Court are nobles and rich merchants, and it is much more profitable for us to bee in the capital generally. So it is quiet if you are looking for atmosphere, but on the plus side you aren't likely to encounter waiting lists."

Aurore laughs, "I see. I was thinking of the parties. I do like music and cards and dancing."

Quentin nods. "It will still be there, and there will be a Longest Night in the city of course, but it will be much less than it would be on other holidays. I still enjoy going," he offers wryly.

Aurore smiles, "I am looking forward to it, and am glad the city is not entirely dead.""

Quentin nods. "Not entirely dead, and soon to be resurrected with the return of the nobility to the cities. Of course the rest of the city would probably be offended that we're considering the city dead, but."

Aurore laughs, "Half asleep maybe." She takes a last delicate bite. "Perhaps I'll go riding and see the countryside for myself." She rises and offers her hand.

Quentin takes the hand and rises, helping her up and kissing the back of it. "I hope you do, and I hope you enjoy it, my lady."

Aurore says, "I thank you for your hospitality and advice."

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