(1311-03-25) A Little Night Music
Summary: Roxane holds a performance at The Leaping Fish Inn, with Remy in the audience.
RL Date: 2019-03-25
Related: None
remy roxane 

Leaping Fish Inn

The Main Room of the Leaping Fish is tidy and well-kept - and warmed by a fire in the hearth to one side on colder days and evenings. An old tapestry depicting a pair of two leaping fish is adorning the opposite wall - a reference to both the ruling House of Mereliot and the name of the inn. The common room has five tables of sturdy oak with chairs and benches, between which two serving maids move to take orders or bring food and beverages. The air is filled with tasty smells of freshly cooked meals, and murmurs of conversation - and occasionally even melodies rippling through the room, when a lute player is around to provide entertainment. The fare is of good quality that even would not disappoint noble tastes.

There are stairs leading upstairs towards a number of comfortable and well kept rooms the inn has to offer.


Roxane had created her shop and planned her business to be as egalitarian as possible. She did not care to cater only to the nobility, or those who were well to do. She offered her entertainment to all. For music did not know class or circumstance. Only how to be shared and enjoyed. And so, for the night, she had made her way down to the Leaping Fish, fulfilling an agreement with the owners to give a small performance for the patrons as well as anyone who might wish to come in and warm themselves and take in a bit of entertainment. She had been given a space not far from the fireplace, and had room enough for her cello on its stand and the violin she had brought to accompany it.

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Remy had come to enjoy a meal and is sitting at a table fairly near the fireplace as he watches the entertainment as he sips on his wine and slowly eats his meal. He looks over at Roxane and smiles a bit, "Lovely my dear."

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Roxane lifted her eyes from where she was playing an instrumental piece, the sound filling the room and allowing a soft accompaniment to those who were, on the whole still engaged in their meals and not yet ready to turn their full attention to the performance, "Thank you, my lord. I am pleased to see that you have chosen to grace me with your company."

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SONG: La Serenissima

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Remy takes another bite of his food and nods, chewing and then swallowing it before washing it down with a sip of his wine, "Well I was hungry and the music from here sounded lovely."

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Roxane laughed, the sound as musical as her instrument, warmth and affection in her gaze as she looked across to Remy's table. "Such compliments only spur me on to greater achievements, my lord." As the song faded, there was a small smattering of applause, but most remained at their meal, as she picked up her violin, beginning the next song. The song was carefully wrought, instrumental flourishes set into the music between the words when conversation was required.

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SONG: Skellig

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Remy chuckles as he takes another sip of his wine listening to the song that Roxane is playing from over by the fireplace his finished meal pushed off to the side of the table. He's drumming his fingers to the beat of the music.

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There was something entirely contented in Roxane as she played. It was more than simply her training, in truth, though that had been tremendous. Music was in her blood, gifted to her by the grace of the blood of Eisheth that flowed through her veins. That grace filled her, spilling from her fingers, rose from her throat. And yet, it was not simply the music. It was the knowledge that Remy was there. That his eyes were on her and his attention turned to her work. The song faded, and a man rose from one of the tables, pushed by his merry wife. He looked rough, salt of the earth, a sailor or fisherman by the look of him and the roughness of his hands. "My lady…do you know…there is a song from my home, Bonny Swans.." Roxane smiled and nodded, "I do, sir. But that song requires a pair of instruments, monsieur. Would you care to play?" The man blushed bright red, "I only know a little, Lady." Roxane offered him the violin, before "Then we shall help each other." The man accepted the violin with a look of wonder, before he settled into place beside Roxane, as she drew up her skirts, to set her cello between her knees. A light tap of her foot set the pace before she began the song, the fisherman picking up the tune with growing confidence.

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SONG: The Bonny Swans

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Remy chuckles as she starts to get requests taking a sip of his wine before he motions to a server, "Get my lady a glass of wine when she's done with her song." As she continues to perform he grins as she makes it into a bigger group and as they start to get into the song more he starts to clap to the beat and eventually singing along with the choir even if he doesn't have the voice for it.

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There were no great instruments among the crowd, save the two that Roxane had brought with her, and yet smaller ones came, flutes, records and such small things which could add to the melody. And great or small, the music, added to by the voices of those who knew the words or had learned the chorus added to the spirit of the music that filled the Inn and spilled out into the streets. And when the song ended, each of those who had taken part received a cheer, from each other and from those who had joined them in chorus. Some remained milling around, while other returned to their seats, as Roxane received her wine, with a word of gratitude to the server as well as to the man who had sent it. "I did not know that you had such a fair voice, my lord."

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Remy shakes his head, "The blood of the companions flows through us Roxane. Of course I have a fair voice although not your skill with music." He takes another drink of his wine finishing it off before he moves it to the edge of the table and taps it for a passing server, "Another. Actually the whole bottle please."

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Roxane dipped her head, amusement dancing in her eyes, as she watched Remy order another drink, complete with bottle. "Then perhaps for my last song before I take a few minutes to rest, you might join me, once you know the tune." She turned to the fisherman who still had her violin, and who was holding it as reverently as he might have a child, "I will begin, monsieur, will you join in with me when you have the beat?" The man nodded, offering a smile that, in its shyness, made him look a boy again. Roxane offered a soft, 'Thank you,' before she began to play, turning her body so that she was playing, as she once did on the night she met, only for him.

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SONG: The Dark Night of The Soul

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Remy watches as she plays his next glass of wine arrives he raises it up towards her before he takes a sip from the glass. He doesn't sing on this one just pats his leg in time to the music with a large smile on his face.

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There were few emotions so evocative as love, and when love was put into words and played over music, it was, quite literally, divine. It moved the heart, as well as the spirit. And there was every ounce of Roxane's love in those words. So much so, that when the final strains of the music faded, the room was utterly silent, and there was the stain of tears on more than one cheek, including her own. But there was no sadness in her eyes, as she set aside the cello, and accepted the violin from the fisherman who had played so well with her, "Come and see me at my shop tomorrow, monsieur. Such a fine talent deserves a fine instrument." She only shook her head at his protests, before she tugged at her skirts to bring them back down, and rose to move to join Remy at his table.

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Remy smiles a bit watching the end of the song his eyes closing with the final notes as he lets the music wash over him. As she packs up a bit and heads over to the table he pulls out the chair next to him standing to give her a kiss before they sit back down, "That was amazing."

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Roxane took the time to set her instruments with care, before she came to Remy's table, tipping her head as he rose, as much a sign of respect as well as acknowledgment, though her chin tipped back up to meet the kiss, before she settled into the seat he had selected. As close as he was now, he could see the slight tremble in her shoulders. It was not so much weariness or exhaustion as the simple aftermath of having played with such spirit and emotion, "It was you who made it so, my lord. I was only the instrument being played." Roxane murmured her thanks as her glass was brought over for her and refilled from the bottle that Remy had ordered.

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Remy reaches over to caress her cheek, "I almost want to see if there's a back room to this inn we could use for a short time. You were playing some beautiful music but that was all you. If you want to see me play you like an instrument we might not want so many eyes on us…" He grins as he takes a sip of his wine, "But it was fantastic and if that's what it'll be like every time I come to watch you play I may have to see about watching you play more often."

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Roxane's head tilted, leaning into the touch of Remy's hand, though her amusement won out, "My lord, there are always back rooms in Inn, even ones so grand as this one." It was no nobles-only demesne, but it was well-enough appointed that nobility could, as they were tonight, found here. "And I would not mind seeing if the skill of those hands matches the fairness of your voice." Her eyes crinkled with her merriment, for well she knew the skill of those hands. "I would love to have you watch every performance, though I know that isn't possible."

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Remy smiles a bit and nods as he climbs to his feet and walks over to the innkeep then back to Roxane, "Come along." He leans in to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to play you like an instrument. I hope your fans don't mind you're not going to be coming back looking as well put together."

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As Remy rose to his feet, Roxane did as well, though she did not follow him to speak with the innkeeper. She did, however, as he walked back to her, offer her hand into his, allowing him to lead her out of the main dining room and further into the Inn, "I think I would be completely and utterly disappointed in you if you brought me back into the room in the same condition in which you lead me out of it, my lord."

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