(1311-03-02) The Sharp Blade And The Fair Fox
Summary: Aidan requests a commission. The blade is tested. Later, Aimee receives a gift.
RL Date: 1311-03-02
Related: None
aidan aimee roxane 

Ange Luthiers

This shop is not the largest in the grand plaza, but it's quite comfortable, by all standards. There has been obvious care put into the design and layout of the space, with a place for everything and everything in its place. Closest to the nearly full-length windows overlooking the street is the display. Both intricately wrought designs intended for courtly performances and more utilitarian instruments meant for general use and practice have been arranged by type. The shop seems to offer a wide array of instruments, from members of the violin family to cellos, guitars, and lutes. A few rarer specimens are also carefully displayed, including a sitar of particularly delightful craftsmanship and a pair of lap harps. Just past the display area, the shop is neatly divided in two. To the left is the area in which the luthier creates their instruments. A door leads off to the storage area. To the right is a comfortably appointed space for lessons and practice. A small harpsichord sits against the wall. In the far rear of the shops are where sales and other business is conducted. A door leads off to what must be the back room of the shop.


(ICly takes place a few days prior to 1310-03-02)

The shop was quiet, for a wonder. The spring day's visitors had departed, and the evening brought primarily sightseers, who spent more time gazing at the crafts in the windows than entering in to allow the merchants to ply their wares. That seemed to suit the proprietor of this shop well enough. She'd not returned to the workbench after her last customer, but has settled herself in the practice area, seated on a chair, her skirts draw up, leaving delicate leather-soled slippers and the length of her legs to the knees exposed. It was not, however, a lewd way of sitting or even a mark of carelessness. It was simply practical, as she sat with a cello between her knees, seeming to have lost herself in the music she was playing. The windows were thick enough that while she could be seen at the chair through the window, the sound of the music was not audible until one stepped inside.

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Aidan has wandered into the shop and despite the 'peace' in the city this nobleman carries his sword at his side and walks as one who's well trained in it's use. Looking around a moment he hmmms listening to the the shop owner to continue playing for a while listening to the quality of the instrument and the music hands clasped behind his back as he waits for her to finish.

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Roxane glanced to the door, the soft bell announcing its opening, though she did not stop her playing. The piece was clearly one she knew well, and played better, though that might have come as no surprise should he step close enough to see the hints of the marque on her back. Not fully exposed, but visible here and there through the lacework of her dress. The music was sweet and sibilant, a wash of strings that filled the room as the movement drew to a crescendo, and her hand finally stilled on the bow. She set that aside first, before she placed the cello back onto its stand, and rose to her feet, twitching her skirts back into order. "You have my thanks for your patience, Sir. It is a piece that does not respond well to not being played. What can I do for you?"

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Aidan smiles a bit as he looks at her wares and then back at the shop keeper, "I'm looking to commission a flute. Have you the skills needed to craft wind instruments or are you purely one who deals in stringed?"

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Roxane moved away from the practice area, so that she did not give the impression that the conversation required them to shout at each other. "My primary training is in the crafting of stringed instruments, but as you can see from the selection, I do enjoy a challenge. The tools I have, and I have such skill in the shaping of wood that I might make the attempt. Do you have a particular type in mind?"

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Aidan grins a moment as he walks a bit further into the shop to look over the various instruments and nods, "A traditional flute. But if possible I'd like it engraved with running foxes."

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Roxane stepped aside, to allow the gentleman to make his way through the shop. She marked his words, her eyes narrowing in thought, "Only running foxes? That can be done. Will you like any other enhancements? Gems for the eyes perhaps? Or would you prefer solely the simplicity of the wood?"

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Aidan hmms a moment, "I'm not sure? It's a gift for a courtesan so the gems might not be a terrible idea although I think the simple beauty of it would be just as well. What would you recommend besides just the foxes?"

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Roxane hmms to herself, as she moved to stand not far from her work station, looking over, not just the tools there, but the supplies she kept for embellishment, "If you are not certain, then we will begin with the foxes, and you can consider the addition of other decorations once you have seen the result." Once she had had the time to consider the question, "This courtesan…if I were to ask you to think of some feature on land or sea and tell me the first thing that comes to your mind…what would it be?"

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Aidan nods a bit and as he stops to think a bit and smiles, "The calming sound of waves crashing against the shores. Not massive waves from a storm but the gentle soothing waves. Besides foxes of course."

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Roxane smiles, as she listened to the answer, turning back to study the man still wandering the shop, her gaze settling on his, once he came to a standstill. "Ah. You have given me an idea, sir." She turned away, moving to retrieve a square of paper and a piece of charcoal, slipping into her seat as she began to draw. "There are some few refreshments in the cabinet by the fire, if you wish to avail yourself." Though, from how swiftly she set to the task, it would not take overlong. Already a fox was taking shape on the paper, the lines clean and crisp, follows by another, as though they were traveling in single file along the page.

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Aidan nods a bit as he steps over to watch the drawing take shape then as she talks of refreshments he hmms before walking over to the cabinet, "Do you care for anything? And she's a courtesan of the balm persuasion. Thus the soothing. But also full of fire and passion."

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"Thank you, no. I wish for nothing at the moment." Roxane seemed content with her drawing, the charcoal bringing her first vision to life. A line of four foxes, each elongated, their strides staggered, so that each seemed to be at a different bound of leaping. One with its legs crossed over each other, one with its front legs high, its rear legs digging into earth, another with all four legs extended, the last with its legs all close beneath its body. Once she had set the animals on the page, she began a delicate filigree, so that they seemed to be skimming across a stylized wave. "An enticing combination indeed, Si—my apologies, you did not give me your name."

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Aidan chuckles, "Oh how impolite of me. I'm Aidan Delaunay. And you're quite talented yourself my lady?"

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Roxane finished a final flourish, before she rose to her feet, seeming intent on carrying the paper over towards Aidan, "I am no lady, my Lord, though I thank you for the compliment. I am Roxane nó Eglantine." She paused at a respectful distance, holding out the paper so that he could study it, allowing his hands to remain free for what refreshment he would take. "It is only a first thought and not the refined final product."

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Aidan poured himself a glass of wine before she'd come over and he looks over her sketch and nods after a moment, "I like it. And you can call me Aidan. How long do you think it would take?"

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Roxane fell silent, at the question, the tilt of her head clear indication that she was giving the question the consideration it deserved, "The wood should not be difficult to find, the tools I have. Cutting it to the right scale…carving, polishing." She was clearly calculating it in her head, "I would say no more than a week? It could be done more quickly with the assistance of another crafter, which is not difficult to find within the city. When do you require it?"

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Aidan hmms a moment, "I'd like it as soon as possible but don't put yourself out looking for help?" He shrugs a bit, "If it wouldn't put you out any effort to find help I'd prefer that though."

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"Not at all, Aidan. And you may of course call me Roxane." Easy enough when she had no title. "There is a certain…community that exists between craftsmen, one working with another to see a task done and done well. Quite often, when one of us benefit, we all do. I believe there is an atelier not so far from here which I can approach. I will see to beginning the work immediately, and will deliver it to you as quickly as possible."

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Aidan nods a bit as he listens to her, "Thank you Roxane. I can be found at the Delaunay manor house. I hadn't seen the shop before barely noticed it going by was it newly set up or did I just miss it all these weeks I've been here?"

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"You did not miss it, Aidan." Roxane's eyes crinkled with amusement, "I have spent the better part of three years making the arrangements, crafting the instruments, acquiring supplies, and nearly ten years before that saving." That time alone made one thing certain. She was no recently fully marqued courtesan. She waved hand as though to say, 'the usual sort of thing', "and have only taken up residence in the last week or so. I lived in Elua before and came here only when I felt all was prepared."

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Aidan ahhhhs and nods a bit, "Sounds delightful. I actually recently returned home myself from serving on the front."

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There was a fondness that came into Roxane's expression with which Aidan was more than likely familiar. It was the look of a woman considering home, "It was. I lived at House Eglantine most of my life, even before I was old enough to begin my training, taking lessons in music. My parents sent me quite young. It might seem an off thing to say, but I could not imagine having been happy anywhere else. But even I could not remain there forever. Not when there was so much of the world still to see and experience." The fondness faded, swept away by sympathy, "Elua's blessing that you returned safely, Aidan. Is the manse here only a temporary arrangement?"

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Aidan shakes his head a bit, "No, no I'd been recalled to serve as a House Blade. So unless I marry into another house I'll be here as long as I'm alive."

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"For some, that would be a position of honour. And for others, a diminished place within their family." Some wished only to serve, others would only be satisfied with the battlefield, "Which one of those are you?" Roxanne finally stepped forward to the cabinet, retrieving a small bottle of what appeared to be a peach liqueur.

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Aidan chuckles and shrugs, "I'm a soldier. Be it the front or serving my house it's all the same to me. But I'm unlanded so it's more of a position of honor for me."

-

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Roxane set aside the bottle, dipping into the cabinet once again to retrieve two small glasses, each only large enough for a single swallow. She pours a small portion into each, before she claimed them both. One she kept for herself, the other she offered to Aidan, despite the fact that he already had a drink in hand. "Then I am glad that your return has seen you both safe from the verisimilitudes of war and raised to honour within your family. And that you do not see yourself as lesser for being unlanded." She took the small shot of liqueur, before she continued, "My own father was much the same, though I do not believe he was at peace with it."

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Aidan nods a bit as she hands the drink to him he sniffs it a moment and then tips it back as he drinks it in one swallow, "That's pretty good and I'm glad my return was a safe one. Although the blood coursing through my veins desires war."

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The liqueur was rich and sweet on the tongue, resplendent with the flavor of peaches at the height of summer, with the warmth of the alcohol to deepen the flavour. Roxane set her own glass aside, a hand indicating the glass Aidan still held. Ready to claim or refill it as he desired, "A gift in honour of my new venture." She offered a polite incline of her head, as if on understanding, "The danger of being at war often raises the blood to a fever pitch. It is a difficult thing to master."

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Aidan smiles a bit and shakes his head, "More than just that. Although I'm a Delaunay by my father's side… I'm also a Basilisque from my mother's side. The blood of Camael courses through my veins. War is literally in my blood." He nods as she offers to refill it, "That was some amazing liquor where is it from?"

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"If there is fire in your blood, then perhaps the truer question would be…if you cannot fight your battles on the battlefield, where else is there a battle waiting to be fought?" Roxane retrieved the bottle, pouring another full measure into Aidan's glass, "There is a small orchard on the coast of Ephesium, which I have been lucky enough to visit on two occasions. They provide excellent fruit wines and liqueurs based on the seasons. So there is not a time you can go there when you will find a new surprise awaiting you." Her smile deepened, "Thankfully, I was lucky enough to locate a trader who does, on occasion make her way there."

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Aidan chuckles a bit and nods some, "There's something to be said about battles to be won outside of war but I'm not sure what I'm suited for if not combat. I should look into something to do besides wield a blade and be a harbinger of death."

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"If you do not mind me saying, Aidan, you are still young, and you have a lifetime ahead of you to discover not only what you were made to do, but what you were meant to do. I have no doubt that you will discover what purpose has been wrought for you. And that you should not fear the journey but welcome it." Roxane stood easily, hands still holding the bottle, perfectly content to await his pleasure in the drink.

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Aidan shrugs a little bit, "I'm sure I'll find plenty for me to pick up over the years. Although I'm quite sure that I will always want a sword by my side… But I'd like to maybe learn something else perhaps I'll take up wood carving. Or sailing."

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Roxane allowed her head to tip to the side, as though she were considering the man in front of her in some guise other than what he was now wearing. "A sailor…that I could certainly see. I have only ever been a passenger on any vessel I have taken, but I have seen the battle between man, the ocean, and the stormy winds. The struggle to best nature, the triumph when the ship survives the storm. A wood carver? That is a battlefield of an entirely different sort, to see your vision within a piece of fresh wood, and to struggle to bring your vision out of it. One, perhaps I could assist you with." She freed one of her hands from the bottle, sweeping it towards the bench where she worked.

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Aidan shakes his head, "I would love to learn woodworking but I think the fine tuned skills of a blade might be a long time to learn."

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Roxane shook her head, as she finally set aside the bottle, making her way over towards the workbench, "The trick is in finding the right tool." Once she arrived at the bench, she retrieve a small rectangle of wood, of the size from which one might carve the scroll of a violin. She also selected one of her tools, carrying it back towards the man, "Will you indulge me a moment, Aidan?"

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Aidan nods a bit, "Absolutely let's see a master craftsman at work. I think it'd be something worth watching anyways."

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Roxane allowed her eyes to fall and her head to follow accepting the compliment that was paid her. She came to a stop just beside Aidan, rather than in front, so that he could see what she was doing from her perspective, rather than watching her work upside down. She held the tool out for him to study. "A knife is a crude weapon, and while it is easy enough to find, and can be used with skill, it is often too crude of a weapon to use in this battle." The tool she held out was a gouge, a blade that was sharp on all three of its edges, But it was not a knife. Instead, the length of the blade was curved, forming a trough shape and where there would have been a tip on a knife, the edge was instead a sharpened crescent. She demonstrated its use, "Think of it, rather than hacking away at the wood, that you are…peeling away its layers." She demonstrated, holding the wood with one hand and the tool in the other. Her thumb guided the blade, three fingers holding it stead, and the pinky rested on the wood for support. As she applied the gouge, she held it at a shallow angle, so that when she swept it forward, carving a shallow curve into the wood, the blade peeled away a curling spiral of almost transparent wood.

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Aidan smiles a bit and shakes his head as he watches, "Oh I love the work but it's too fine. I think sailor it is for me. Or maybe just a blade upholding the honor of my house."

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Roxane looked up from her work, the shine of a challenge in her eyes, "Aidan. Draw your blade and set it to my throat." She seemed content to wait for him to do as she asked, or not, as she stepped out at a distance from him that he would have room to move. She did not, for a moment, look afraid. Clearly she felt this was going somewhere.

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Aidan raises an eye brow and nods a moment, "If you wish." The blade comes out of its scabbard with a sching of metal on leather and then the blade is sitting at the hollow of her throat, "Like this?"

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Roxane tucked the gouge into the same hand that held the block of wood, raising a hand to touch a fingertip to the edge of the blade. Perhaps risking a slice to her fingertip, but clearly trusting that he would move the blade first. So that, in truth it would be more him moving the blade than her pushing the blade. "No, along the side of my neck."

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Aidan adjusts the blade to be next to her throat, "Like this then?"

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Roxane might have, in some other circumstance nodded. But in this, it might have ended rather more poorly than she would have liked. And she would have had only herself to blame. And so she held herself perfectly still. "Now, draw the blade back towards yourself, without lifting it away, but also without breaking my skin."

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Aidan looks at the woman and raises an eyebrow, "You're asking to get cut now…" He does slowly try and draw the overly sharp blade back from her throat without lifting it away or hopefully cutting her too bad, "Just know if this goes badly I know a healer…"

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Roxane did not even hum a response as she waited, feeling the chill of the blade as it was withdrawn along her neck, remaining still even after the blade no longer kissed her skin. Once she was sure that she was no longer in any danger of doing herself any harm, she turned her head, displaying her throat, which was pristine and unmarked. And then, she held up the finger she had set against the blade edge, also bearing no injury. "That is delicate work, Aidan." She offered him the block of wood and the gouge, once he had returned his blade to its sheath. "This, is a child's game compared to that."

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Aidan chuckles and shakes his head, "That's large blade work. Mostly in the elbow and shoulder. That blade work is wrist and fingers. I'd have to learn better control with a different muscle group. Mentally I'm sure it's much alike just large versus small muscles."

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Roxane did not seem put off by his explanation, though she did listen with her full attention. "You do not seem to me, in the short time that I have known you, to be a man who did not feel himself up to the challenge doing something with which he is not familiar." She did not lower her hand, but seemed patient enough to wait for him, "You would have to learn such tasks to sail as well, if I do not miss my mark."

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Aidan nods a bit as he reaches over to take the block and the tool, "Oh I won't just give up on it. But I don't expect it to be much more than a hobby. So where did you learn to craft instruments and play music?"

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Roxane stepped forward, as the block and tool were taken, and she returned to his side, careful hands showing him by the gentle pressure of her fingers, how to hold the wood and the angle at which to scrape the gouge along the face of the block. "At Eglantine. My mother Analise was my father's consort, and I was born at his home. We lived far from the main manse. I never saw it, though my mother would tell me stories of it when he was called to the Lady of Marsilikos' court. Mother taught me to sing from an early age. It was something to do together while father was away at business. She and father both saw talent in me, and when I was old enough, she asked father to allow me to be fostered at her House. I was almost seven. And House Eglantine became my home from then until only I took up residence here. I was accepted for training at ten. I learned to sing and to play there, but I was fascinated by the luthiers they brought to repair and craft our instruments, and I studied with them there. Once I made my marque, I studied in the city. Later, once I had enough to fund myself, I traveled to places I could book passage, to study the music there and the instruments as well."


(Fast Forward to…1311-03-02)


A few days after the last time Aidan was at the shop he'd gotten word that the piece he'd commissioned was ready and sent word to Aimee to meet him at Ange Luthiers for a surprise. Having arrived earlier to wait he's talking with Roxane as he waits for Aimee to arrive.

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Aimée enters the shop, her blue eyes turning around to take in the new environs with frank curiosity. She smiles as eyes fall on the instruments, then turns to see the work space, and finally, turns to see Aidan, looking utterly delighted. Her freckled face splits into a wide grin as she walks up to him, reaching a hand out to his, and says, "This is incredible Aidan. I never knew this place was here… How did you know about it?"

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Roxane had done a bit of rearranging in the shop. The practice area, which was normally used for, well, practice, and lessons had been cleared of music stands and the supports for instruments. It had, as close as the shop could manage, an air of a small sitting area. Even a table had been drawn over, some of the refreshments from the cabinet set out as well as a collection of glasses. Roxane had taken the seat by the harpsichord, though she was not now playing, but was instead turned away from it, so that she did not need to look over her shoulder to continue the conversation with Aidan. Whatever it was that they had been speaking of took a pause, as she heard the sound of the bell announcing the new arrival. She did not interrupt the pair however, but was entirely content to remain where she was.

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Aidan glances over as Aimee comes in and smiles, "Hello dear. I'd found it completely by accident but Roxane here hasn't been open for too long although her work is completely worth checking out." He motions for her to come over to the table where he's talking with the shop owner.

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"You are Roxane?" Aimee answers, turning to the blonde woman. "This is wonderful, and welcome. I hope you are here a very long time." The words tumble happily from her lips, the redhaired woman naught but enthusiasm as she meets Roxane. She pauses for a moment, something on the tip of her lips, then stops herself, adding, "I am getting ahead of myself. This is wonderful." She looks around again, smiling brightly at Aidan and finally stopping, though she rocks on the balls of her feet.

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"I am. And I thank you for the compliment. I am happy to see that the shop has been so well received. And I have been quite fortunate to have had a number of both interesting and challenging customers thus far. I can only hope that the city will be kind and I will remain for many a year yet." Roxane rose, as Aimee was offered a place at the table, moving to offer her both a place at the table, and a refreshment. In front of Aidan was a tiny mouthful of a glass, filled with a golden peach liquid.

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Aidan smiles a bit as the two start talking a bit then he motions towards the glass, "You should try some of the peach liquor she has Aimee it's amazing." He nods towards Roxane, "And do you have the gift nearby?"

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Aimee takes the seat and reaches for the glass, raising it to her nose, commenting softly, "I love peaches…." She takes a sip as Aidan continues and she looks up once more, "Aidan?"

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"Of course." Roxane, who had not returned to her seat, turned from her table to make her way towards the back of the store, the movement displaying her back and the few glimpses of her marque that the dress left exposed. The trip back to where she kept her book was soon done, and she returned with a long, flat leather case in hand, which, upon her return, she offered to Aidan, before she reclaimed her place at the table.

Aidan smiles a bit at the look on Aimee's face, "Oh I'd thought you might enjoy a gift. You'd said something about how you enjoy playing flutes. Sooo…." He slides the case over to Aimee, "I had something made for you. I hope you like it."

There is no hiding the surprise on Aimee's face, and the moment of disbelief before her hand slowly reaches across the table to rest on top of the case. "Aidan, you did not need to.." she begins softly, leaning forward to undo the case, "I'm… I'm not that good." She flushes, her freckles connecting as she glances up at Roxane hesitantly, her head shaking. As she undoes the clasps and looks inside with frank curiosity, Aimee says, "You are an Eglantine. This must be incredible…' As she leans forward her own marque is just visible, but one from one of the salons here in Marsilikos, Coquelicot.

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The liquer was rich and sweet, like summer peaches, and distinctly not from Marsilikos. At the comment, she nodded, "I am Roxane nó Eglantine, yes." It was hardly possible, unless she chose to cover herself like an Adept that she could be anything what she was. Even the shop would not have entirely identified her, as such crafts were more common beyond the salons than within them. "And you are the Balm Aidan told me of when he first visited my shop." Her hands settled on the table, watching the case being opened. The flute within was long, a full twenty-six inches, with fourteen finger holes. It was the standard length for the octave of C. The wood was a rich, buttery cream, and had been carefully carved. Foxes bounded along the length of the flute, four in total. A filigree pattern was chased around them, which brought to mind the soft waves of the sea at rest.

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Aidan smiles a bit as she opens the case, "Like I said I hope you like it." He finishes his drink and sets down the glass letting the two women talk and oogle over the beautiful flute for now.

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Aimée's round, blue eyes open wider as they take in the flute, her delicate fingers lifting it gracefully and holding it before her eyes in open admiration. A soft, almost secret smile plays on her lips as she takes in the foxes first, then the waves, finger running along the length before she raises it to her lips and blows, fingers pressing on the upper lever beneath, and the highest lever on the upper portion with her left hand. She rounds her lips into an oval, and hen blows across the embouchure, a single solid B flat resounding in the space. It is slightly sharp, so she adjusts her lips, and tries again, the tone now correct. She leans back and simply looks at the instrument, marvelling at the craftsmanship before looking up at Roxane, "This… this is incredible." She looks to Aidan and adds, "Thank you… I… " And for once he has left her speechless without ever taking off their clothes.

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Roxane seemed wholly and entirely content to allow Aimee all the time she needed to inspect the instrument, and to take its measure. The first, slightly off-key note did not seem to bother her at all. As introductions went, it was nothing more or less than might be expected. "The choice of its decorations were from Aidan, of course. And I was happy to be able to provide an instrument which he felt would be suitable for you, and would reflect what, he tells me, comes to his mind when he thinks of you."

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Aidan smiles a bit and looks over at Aimee's speechless expression, "Oh I think I did very well… But yes. I think of calming seas and foxes when I think of you. Hopefully you'll enjoy it and it'll remind you of me."

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Aimée carefully sets the flute back into its case, and then rises to her feet, eyes meeting Roxane's. "Excuse me for one moment please," the younger courtesan says, and there is a hint of water in her eyes, a tear just forming. She turns to Aidan and reaches up to take his cheeks in her hands, drawing him down until she can touch her forehead to his and says, "It's brilliant 'love, and I can even take it out in public." She lets out a short, soft laugh and then reaches up to kiss him gently, her eyes still shining with bright affection.

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Roxane offered a soft, "Of course," as Aimee rose to her feet, her eyes falling to allow the pair what privacy such a situation allowed. There was a trick to it, which all courtesans eventually learned, to see without seeing, to hear without hearing, and to offer such privacy and discretion as it was within their power to do.

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Aidan returns the kiss and smiles, "I'm glad. And that was the plan. Something you could display and show off in public." He gives her a quick hug and then looks over at Roxane and smiles, "Thank you. That was some amazing work."

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Aimée smiles brightly at Roxane, nodding fervently, "Yes, it's… it's incredible workmanship. I.." And she really is quite speechless. "I wish I was a good enough player to do it justice, but I trained as a Balm in Coquelicot, not as an Eglantine. And I… I'm almost done, once I finish training as a chirurgeon I'll be leaving the Salon, but I think it will mean more time to play."

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"I am glad that you are both well pleased. It was a challenge to make, but I was fortunate to have the aid of a master chalumier, a reedmaker, and I was pleased with the result." Roxane shook her head, her smile a gentle thing, as she lifted her eyes to find Aimee's face, "I hear that so often, but it is no more true now than it was every other time. One does not need to be Eglantine to do justice to an instrument, whether it be your voice, a violin, a flute…music is personal, and unique to each person that makes it. If you play it with pleasure and with joy, then that is all the justice any instrument could ask for." She glanced to Aidan, and then back to Aimee, "I think, though, that you should play it tonight, for the one who had it made for you. I think, in a place where you are both comfortable, you will find that you do indeed do it justice."

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Aidan smiles as Aimee fawns over the flute, "Yes you did say you would play the flute for me. Let me feel the music through you." He offers a nod towards Roxane, "Perhaps one day we can hear you truely play."

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"Mmm, that would be lovely." Aimee asks Roxane before lookign to Aidan, "Yes, we can do that. I would like that very much." And she looks back to Roxane and adds, "Next time, I promise!" She takes Aidan's hand and then the case, and turns to leave, pausing for a moment to kiss his shoulder and then wave goodbye to Roxane.

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"I will prepare a piece and keep it in mind for you, should that day come." Roxane rose from her seat, as Aimee rose and drew Aidan from his, waiting until she watched them depart the shop, before she returned the shop to its usual arrangement. Everything in its place and a place for everything.

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