(1311-03-04) By Way Of The Sea
Summary: The Viscomte de Quimper arrived in Marsilikos and find a willing dinner companion.
RL Date: 2019-03-04
Related: Immediately follows: A Jeweled Caper
remy roxane 

Port - Marsilikos

Fortune laid the foundation for the grand port of Marsilikos; look how the arms of the land spread wide to embrace the setting of the sun, welcoming a bay of still waters rendered all the more peaceful by the presence of a small island to the south, on the flanks of which the waves cut themselves into powerless ripples as they move in from the sea. But what Fortune gave the D'Angelines their cunning and craft has improved to a hum of efficiency and culture. The natural bay has had its curved shores sharpened into straight edges bolstered with ridges of heavy stones on which the tides have left long mark when the waters are low, algae and barnacles hung onto the rugged stones. Then stone foundations have been piled out into the harbor to hold up wide wooden pillars and the great treated slats of the piers and boardwalks which extend into the bay, now at wider intervals for massive trading vessels, now at shorter intervals for private fishing and pleasure yachts.

The southern arm of the bay is reserved for the great sourthern fleet of the Terre D'Angan Navy, which is headquartered here in Marsilikos, and is ever a hub of activity, the giant slips outfitted to haul the massive warships up into the air for repairs, while further inland on the southern peninsula a forest of masts rises into the air where new ships are being built and old ones repaired in full drydock. Between the naval slips and the drydock rises the stately edifice of the Southern Naval Headquarters, glistening with huge latticed windows on the upper floors. Beyond the headquarters rises the massive fortified promontory of the Citadel, with bleached-white parapets and fluttering banners.

Markets and vendors throng the plaza at the innermost fold of the harbor where civilian and military seamen alike might find a bite to eat, supplies for their next mission, a good drink or a little bit of companionship. Far in the bay, that little isle sports a lofty lighthouse to guide the ships in by night.

Later: The Laughing Fish Inn


Having concluded as much of her business as she was capable of doing today, whether or not there was a resolution, Roxane waited only until Helene had stepped away, out of respect, before she began to wander the dock once again, taking, perhaps, the long way around back towards the city center. She moved with the care of someone who is not unfamiliar with the business of the docks, but her attention was clearly on the sheer number and variety of ships which we currently in port. The hood of her cloak, which she had pushed back from her head she drew back up, as the wind grew slightly more brisk.

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Remy had been called back to his ship for some clarifications before he'd gotten too far from the ship the tall man is once again walking down the docks his gait and bearing marks him as one who's used to getting his way.

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Seeing the man she had only just glimpsed quite a long while ago now, Roxane stepped to the side, or at least she made the attempt. There was only so much room for normal foot traffic, and he clearly seemed to be the sort of demand the right of way. She did not lower her eyes, however, as he approached. Much like the ships, she found the people equally fascinating, and his was a face she had not seen before.

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Remy continues his walk down the docks until he's having to step off towards the side and glances over at the small woman who's somehow managed to not quite block his route but still be partially in the way and he pauses as he looks her over, "Where's a good place to find a bed and food?"

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Roxane stopped as the man did, though it took a moment for her head to rise high enough to actually look at him directly. So far in in fact that the hood slipped back off of her head, allowing the wind to lash some strands of her hair across her face. A hand, ungloved, rose from her side to catch the strands and tuck them into order behind her ear, "The Laughing Fish Inn is the best that I have found, sir. I was only just heading back into the city, if you'd like me to show you the way?"

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Remy looks at her a moment and then nods, "If it's not too much trouble" A pause a moment, "I'm Remy Morhban, Vicomte de Quimper. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

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I'm glad to meet you. I am Roxane nó Eglantine." Roxane did not seem to mind the looking over, as though it were something she'd grown too accustomed to to be bothered by. the introduction she received with a warm smile, and the dip of her head in respect. "Oh, it's no trouble at all. Come, if you would, My Lord."

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Remy nods a moment, "Then let us find some food and drink." He looks her over again with the name, "An Eglantine here? How wonderful. What's your art style?" He moves to follow along to the inn with her though.

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Roxane, small as she was, managed to set a pace which would not leave Remy feeling as though he was moving at a snail's pace. And that was for the good. "I have only just made my way from Elua, My Lord, though the work was long in the making. My art is in my voice, as well as in the playing of the cello, though I have some skill with most of the stringed instruments."

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Remy smiles and nods as they walk along, "Sounds lovely. I haven't heard any proper music since I left a month or so ago. Plenty of randy sailor songs but those can get old fast."

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Roxane laughs, the sound bright and merry, as she listened, "There is music even in those, though, I can see how they would make you wish for something less…bawdy. Perhaps, then, I will offer you a song with your meal." As they walked along the plaza, she lifted a hand to indicate the luthier's, "That is what brought me to Marsikolos. A place of my own." But she would not linger, for they did have a destination, unless Remy chose to do so.

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Remy looks over at the luthier shop and nods some, "A noble purpose. I'm shocked that you not only make music but you make the instruments that makes music." And then there's the smell and sound of an inn that isn't one of the cheap port ones, "I take it that's the inn you spoke of?"

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"I did begin so, My Lord, singing and playing, but I began fascinated by the luthiers who would come to the House to tend to our instruments. How each of them could take the same instrument and make it sound so completely different. The skill of it delighted me. I wanted to make that same mark on music." As the approached, she nodded, "It is indeed." She moved slightly ahead, to lead him towards the door, "It is, as you can see, the Leaping Fish."

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Remy nods a moment as they arrived at the Leaping Fish. "Thank you for your assistance in finding the place. If you'd like to join me for a meal I wouldn't say no."

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Roxane's smile was a rare thing, slow and sweet and bright enough to light her face, "I would be delighted to join you, My Lord. Perhaps you'd like to choose a table?" Once they'd stepped inside, her hands rose, unfastening the clasp that held her cloak closed at her throat.

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Remy nods before he looks around the inn until his gaze settles on a table towards one of the corners and makes his way over towards it, "Thank you for joining me. As hungry as I am for food from a real cook… I'm also starved for contact with non sailors." As they arrive at the table he pulls out a seat for her before he takes his own seat.

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Having set her cloak to order on the rack, Roxane's hands fell into that seemingly unconscious womanly twitch of her fingers to settle her dress. It was a deep, rich blue, exquisitely crafted, but simple enough that it bore only a delicate filigree of embroidery at neck, waist, and wrist. She wore no jewelry, but seemed to favour a simple elegance. "I am honoured to do so, My Lord. And if it is a non-sailor you are seeking, I believe you could find no better. I do love to ride upon them, but I am afraid I do not know a thing about operating them." As Roxane turned to take her seat, the marque was briefly visible on her back, a bright glimpse of colour against the paleness of her skin. "Thank you."

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Remy nods a bit, "Understandable. They're not for everybody." As she sits he sees a bit of her marque on her back and smiles, "Lovely marque. So what's the chef's specialty here?" As he settles into his seat he waves a server over motioning for them to take Roxane's order first.

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"They are beautiful things, though. I remember being a child and going down to the water to see them racing across the sea." Her smile softened, "But perhaps I am only misremembering and they were as slow as turtles. It was a very long time ago. I've always loved them. I've simply never acquired any skill at them. She was clearly pleased by the compliment she was paid, "I, of course, believe it to be the most beautiful of all of the marques. It is artistry made manifest." Roxane reached down, adjusting her dress for comfort, before she looked back across the table, "The fish pie. Or so they boast. It is quite excellent. They have a good number of seafood offering, including a delightful chowder with clams and sweet corn. And a stew, beef or lamb, if you prefer that. The menu of seasonal and always delightful." A dip of her head in acknowledgment of the politeness she was offered, "One fish pie, please, and a glass of wine, white."

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Remy nods a bit as she speaks of ships being beautiful things, "They are. And I tend to live off mine so being ashore I want to relax and enjoy myself." As she talks over the food he nods some, "I'll take a fish pie as well. And make that a bottle of chilled white wine." He looks around the inn some and hmmms, "I suppose I should see about a room as well. Either that or a townhome I think I'll be based out of Marsilikos for a little while."

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"It must be quite a change, moving from sea to land, if you spend so much time aboard your ship. To feel so… still, grounded." Roxane's smile warmed with merriment at the call for a bottle, "Well, the room to start, and you'd be well placed here. I can vouch for the appointments. I stayed here quite often, when I was traveling between Elua and Marsikilos. have you any thoughts on which townhouse you might favour? Or have you not yet had a chance to explore the offerings?"

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Remy smirks a bit, "When I ran into you? I'd just departed my ship. So I've arrived to the city as of today and haven't had the chance to look around let alone find any places to possibly establish a residence. And it's usually a pretty odd change although I do try to make port at least once every few days. Keeps morale of the crew up and lets us refresh our supplies in case we're out longer than expected."

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"Ah! A fresh set of eyes." That seemed to delight Roxane, as she paused to thank the waitress who brought over the wine first, as the pies would take a bit of time to be read, "I hope that you will find the city to your liking. And you will need a guide, perhaps." As he spoke of making the change, her head tilted, a sign of both interest and curiosity, "Only the crew's morale, My Lord?"

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Remy shrugs some, "I love being out on the water. It's a lovely escape from the burdens that can be found on shore." As the wine arrives he smiles and picks up his glass taking an appraising sniff before sipping it, "Oh quite lovely."

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"There are some who live best in one world, and those in the other. It would seem you have found the one that calls to you, My Lord." Roxane seemed to curious to see Remy's first taste of the wine to sample her own. Though her smile mirrored his, as he found it to his liking, and she finally allowed her own hand to lift the wine to her lips, "An acceptable change from the spirits on the ship as well, My Lord?"

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Remy smiles a bit, "That I do indulge in and have lovely wines aboard with me. But yes I've found that I enjoy being on the ship although I know my duty belongs on shore." As the pies are delivered he smiles and thanks the server before he looks to the food, "It looks lovely."

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The answer clearly delighted Roxane, as she allowed that merry laughter to escape her lips, "I think that I should imagine nothing less of you, My Lord." Again, that word of thanks for the food. Roxane was, clearly, much like Remy, not the sort that simply accepted being served, without acknowledging the person offering her a service. "It is a true delicacy." She picked up her fork, pressing the tines into the top of the crust, allowing the steam from the filling to curl into the air, "After you, My Lord."

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Remy chuckles and nods as he picks up his fork and breaks the crust as well. Soon after he takes his first bite and promptly after a sip of the chilled wine to help lower some of that holy crap it's hot food burn.

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Roxane lifted her fingertips to her lips, trying to help still the smile that curled her lips. Amusement and sympathy warred in her eyes as she saw Remy do the hot food shuffle in his mouth. "My Lord…I am sorry, I should have warned you." The fork she set aside, reaching out to attempt to place a hand on his forearm. "Are you alright?"

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Remy nods some, "It's fine. I didn't expect it that hot but it's still better than burnt biscuits. Although the amusement at my expense is most unbecoming of…" He shakes his head, "I deserved the laughter let it out."

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Roxane shook her head, her eyes still dancing with mirth, lips quivering with the effort not to laugh. She needed a few seconds to compose herself enough to speak, "It was terribly unbecoming." Still, she did not seem able to muster the proper look of contrition, "What if I were to offer you something as recompense, My Lord. We will allow the pie to cool, and I will sing you a song to amuse you while you wait and sip your wine?"

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Remy hmmms as he eyes her a moment… "I find that acceptable. Hopefully your voice is as beautiful as you are and with the Salon you're from I'm sure it will be." He leans back in his seat to watch her sing as he sips on his wine.

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"And as fair as your words, My Lord." Roxane did not rise from her seat though she did push herself back from the table, settling herself with hands in her lap, shoulders back. She took her time in the beginning, studying Remy as though she were considering what song might suit the Lord, the Inn, and the dinner they were sharing. Finally, she began, the tapping of her foot setting the pace of the song, as she had no instrument to accompany her. When she began, the song was lilting, bright and airy, rich with the tones of the music of Eire.

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SONG: Blacksmith

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Remy drumming his fingers along on the table as he sips on his wine he smiles enjoying the song eyes closed as he lets the music wash over him.

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The sound of an Eglantine's voice rising in the middle of the Inn was not something that was likely to go unnoticed, particularly as she was not attempting to sing quietly, but rather was giving the song, and the man for whom it was intended the full richness that the song required. And yet, Roxane seemed to embrace the audience as well, to share the music, or at least some small part of it with them, though her attention ever wavered from the man sitting across from her. When the song came to its natural end, and with his eyes still closed, she began another, softer, sweeter.

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SONG: Greensleeves

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Remy takes a long drink as he listens to the change of songs and smiles at the new one, "Well done my lovely Eglantine. If you were available for a contract I would be more than willing to establish a long term contract to enjoy your music."

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Roxane sat still and silent for a moment, as she allowed the song to die, a faint smile curling her lips as she heard the applause around her, acknowledging it with a dip of her head before she looked back to her table, where her attention had been focused. "I am available for a contract, My Lord. If it would please you." She lifted a hand, clearly indicating her dress. "It is not the done thing of course, but I have been so busy arranging the shop, that it simply seemed easier to appear to be unavailable, than to have to politely refuse everyone who might come to me seeking. Better to…not be asked, than to risk them feeling that there was something lacking in them that caused me to refuse them."

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Remy hmmms and nods, "Perfect. After the meal shall we head back to your shop and arrange all of the details? I have a few expectations but I'd like to hear what your limitations to a contract would be first."

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"Your meal should be cool enough now." Roxane did not try to completely still her lips from the smile, but the length of the two songs combined did, once Remy tasted the pie, ensure that it was perfectly to temperature for eating, "Yes, I would like that, My Lord. There is a seating area in the shop of course, but my own room is just above and you would be welcome."

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Remy smiles a bit as he takes a bite of the food mmmmsing from the flavor, "This is quite good. Eat up I'm sure you'll need your energy for something…"

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The smile, that Roxane returned, the curl of her lips warm, as well as amused, as she took to her own meal. "I am glad that you are enjoying it, My Lord." The innuendo brought a brightness to her eyes, "Another song perhaps? A turn at the cello?"

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Remy hmms and nods, "All of that I'm sure. And perhaps more depending on how deep you like to take your music."

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Neither of the pies were large, though they were filling, and with a fine wine to accompany them, the meal would not last over long, "Music is best when it is enjoyed fully, and deeply, My Lord. At least, it has been so in my experience."

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Remy finishing up the meal he sets the coin down and nods listening to Roxane, "Then let us go establish the basis for the contract and fully experience your music."

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Roxane rose, a soft, "Thank you," as Remy paid for their meal, before she allowed him to walk her from the table and back out into the winter chill. It was fortunate that her own shop was not far from the inn, and they would soon be safe from the chill.

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