(1311-02-19) A Short Introduction
Summary: A young courtesan and a lady make a short introduction in the Golden Harbor Inn.
RL Date: Tue Feb 19, 1311
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.


It is a cold winter's day to be braving the weather, and the tavern's scant number of patrons are milling about, huddled and quiet, as if they had been chilled to take on a kind of lethargy. There is the clink of silverware the the lower murmur of conversation. Sitting near the windows is a young man in a dark blue cloak, his hood over his head as he sits, turned towards the view of the frosty harbor. He has a glass of red wine on the table, which he swirls occcasionally, with the base in between his thumb and forefinger.

A young lady makes her entry into the Golden Harbor. She is carrying a bouquet of white amaryllis tied with a rosy ribbon. Her dress is styled in a stripe tulle, featuring a strapless sweetheart neckline over a surplice bodice and a layered ruffled skirt. A wide waistband with a romantically crafted floral bow applique accents the waist and leads the gathered skirt for a fancy approach. She has a light white floor length coat over it and a rosy scarf one time wrapped around her slim neck. Her dark black curls are left to cascade down to her shoulders and beyond. Lady Inesse looks around with a shy smile dancing in her features. The smile is meant to nobody and yet to everybody at the same time. When she notices a free cushion by the window, a young woman strides there, sets her flowers on top of the table and unwrappes herself from the coat. She is soon approached by the waitress and an order is quickly made. Once Inesse is left to sit by herself, she stares into the distance through the window but her curious dark eyes keep coming back to a hooded figure one table away from her. As a proper lady, she does not hold her gaze on the man for two long to make it into a stare, but it finds its way back now and then.

A heavily pensive, wistful look was directed outside the window for one long moment. That was Alain—with his grey eyes and blond hair parted assymetrically, and sitting with his shoulders squared, with the air of some blue-blooded pedigree about him. Which is why they had accepted his presence without question. Even if his choice of wine was a bit modest. The young man turns slightly and brings the wine glass to his lips. He pauses for a second to inhale the aroma, and then sips gently. His eyes stop at the young lady before him who had just taken a seat. Unlike her, he doesn't look away. He holds his gaze as long as he is able, and when finding it no contest, smiles and then raises his glass for a fraction of an inch.

When a young stranger holds his eyes on Inesse, the lady seems to fall into a slight panick. One could swear hearing how her heartbeat picks up a faster pace! She immediately turns away and finds those passengers on the street very interesting. Her eyes gawk through the window for a few seconds. But feeling quite awkward, Inesse starts playing on the edge of the table with her fingers and looks down at them instead. Her puffy cheeks bloom in various shades of red. She then reaches out for the leaf of flowers and gently plays with it, taking another quick peek at the man. When he raises his glass to greet her, Inesse smiles broadly and her eyes light up with some excitement. She parts her lips as if wishing to shout something out but then she presses them together again and turns to the other group of nobles who find comfort on the other side of the tavern. Her hand slides to rub the back of her neck then and play with some strands of her hair.

Alain is young-looking, and his eyes twinkle briefly with mischief. He tilts his head slightly, observing the young girl and her reactions, and dropping his gaze occasionally as to lessen the intensity of his stare. He sits in silence for a while, drinking, before he beckons for a servant. The footman, having arrived, bows his head and exchanges a few whispered words with Alain.

The waitress who took Inesse's order arrives in the meantime. She sets a plate with a slice of a pie in front of a young woman. Also, a cup of steaming tea is presented to the lady. Lady Inesse offers her gratitude to the waitress and then she plucks out one of the white amaryllis from her bouquet. Baphinol lady offers it to the waitress with a couple of words. Immediately, when waitress withdraws from her table, Inesse focuses on her meal and tea. Maybe because of the steam, or some other reasons, her cheeks reach a crimson shade. The waitress approachs a young hooded man. "M'lord," she says extending the flower, "A lady… am… wishes to thank you for a… for a friendly smile and… am… sends you this…" She puts the flower on the table, maybe feeling a bit awkward serving as a courier.

It seems like they were of the same mind, because not long after, the servant that Alain had been whispering to stops by at Inesse's table. He says, "Alain Trevalion no Rose Sauvage wishes to make an introduction. He wonders if your ladyship would like to do the same, and he invites you to share a glass of wine, if my lady is willing." At his own table, Alain has an amused smirk on his face, and he twists the stem of the flower in his hand, admiring it idly.

Lady Inesse's eyes grow wide when the staff of the Golden Harbor Inn speaks to her and provides such an official introduction. She quickly glances at the man, watches how he idly plays with a flower presented. Then she looks at the man beside her table and nods. "Please, let lord Alain Trevalion no Rose Sauvage know that lady Inesse Baphinol is accepting his request and she would be happy to see him join her table. Though, lady does not drink wine and she will be happy to enjoy her tea." The man nods hearing her replay. She did spoke loud enough for Alain to hear her words, but the servant goes back to the lord and repeats Inesse's answer. While he does so, Inesse takes another bite of a pie.

The young man is delicately built, and lowers his hood to dark golden hair. He rises gracefully the tucks the flower into his coat, and then smiles as he approaches Inesse. He drops into a bow before taking a seat. "Well?" he says, "You gave me a flower. That is adorable." He pauses, and says, "I am grateful, but have nothing to give in return."

Inesse chuckles. "You gave me a polite smile while I was kind of staring at you and disturbing your day. Judging from the hood, you wanted to spend time alone and my gawking distracted you. Instead of becoming grumpy, you smiled! I thought it would be a proper apology." She explains and leans back in her seat. Though, her arm remains extended that her fingers could play around the cup in front of her. "I haven't seen you around. Though, I must admit that I am not the one who is out often. So, it's not a big surprise that I haven't seen you around. Now, I believe, I am just rambling!" She laughs.

"No, I'm new to the city," Alain says, "I remember it from my childhood, though that was many, many years ago. And now being a courtesan, I spend most of my time at the salons." His manner is neutral, impassive, as if just describng another job. "Perhaps you don't see me because you don't go to the Night Court?" He watches her; when she laughed, he smiled—that laughter was infectious.

Inesse chuckles, "Forgive me, my lord, but you do look almost of the same age as I am. It can't be that many years ago!" Baphinol lady seems t o be honestly surprised. "Of course, I mean no offense in regards of that. And yes, you are very right. I do not visit the Night Court. I have been there a couple of times but… Well… I do not think that I will be a very common guest there!" She looks down at the flowers. Sighs. "Though, that event in Elua was quite impressive but it also gave a secon breath to my heart!" She chuckles again and shakes her head as if to help her mind come back to this table. "Apologies. I speak way too much. I guess… Welcome to the city? I hope you will enjoy your stay here and… we might meet not only at the Night Court."

"It was about ten years ago," Alain says with a lift of his shoulders, "I don't remember much. But, I loved going to the docks to look at the ships. I was seven then. It was always so exciting." He shrugs, "Oh well. Maybe in another life, I would like to be a sailor. Or a pirate." After a moment, he looks about, and then delicately lifts his hood back over his head, "Thank you, my lady. Perhaps. But… I should be going now. They're expecting me back at the salon." He bows before taking his leave.

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