(1311-05-23) The River of Stars
Summary: Two young nobles meet in Jardins d'Eisheth, and lights and stars are discussed.
RL Date: May 23rd, 2019
Related: None
boniface desarae 

Jardins d'Eisheth - Marsilikos

Tranquility and beauty of nature is what those coming to the gardens of Eisheth usually seek. There is a playfulness in the arrangement of paths through the greenery, and the way four of them wind to the center, where there is a pond surrounded by a few elm trees, beside an area with wooden benches and tables beneath an arbor, where ivy winds about wooden posts, and a roof of colorfully glazed tiles offers shelter from the sun but also moderate rain.

Bushes are trimmed, and the green is kept short, so that people coming here can enjoy the dramatic view over the coast all the way to the sea, with the harbor and the citadel slightly to the north. Slightly towards the south and close by is the infirmary with the herb garden beside, where a variety of plants used for healing and treating certain illness are grown under the immaculate care of the healers. Towards the east, a path leads towards the temple district, where the dominant structure of the Temple of Eisheth looms, the white marble shimmering almost otherworldly on late afternoons, when it catches the warm, orange light of the setting sun.


Night time might not be the right time to hangout in Eisheth's Gardens, but.. still, Boniface is there. The young nobleman is mostly by himself, sitting on a bench near some hedges, clearly lost in his own thoughts. And he is 'mostly' as he does have a guard, standing a discreet distance away, just in case the vicomte should run into trouble.

Desarae is never mostly on her own. Her Cassiline is an ever-present and stark reminder of a life that was so very nearly cut tragically short. She is, however, minus the three or four Mereliot house guards tonight that so often accompany her on her forays beyond the walls of the ducal palace. Dressed in a warm gown of emerald green wool, the cloak that she wears atop it billows about her shoulders with the brisk pace of her steps. "And you are certain, quite certain that the river of stars will be visible tonight?" she queries of her Cassiline, her eyes turned hopefully from the heavens above. It's on lowering them again to check the path ahead of them that her attention falls upon the young nobleman of so recent acquaintence, and the smallest hesitation punctuates the cadence of her steps. "Hello again, my Lord. Are you here for the stars as well?"

Boniface nearly jumps out of his skin! It would appear the young man was so lost in this thoughts that he didn't hear Desarae's approach, (and of course, his guard, who seems just a liiittle amused at his charge's startle, didn't think to warn him!) "Oh, ah, uh," he stammers, just a hint of color rising on his cheeks before he pushes it away with a bright smile, shaking his head. "Oh, good evening, Lady Desarae," he says, "AH, no.. I came out here to.. sorta reflect. It's quiet here, at night. Usually!"

"It is. Yes." With the halt of her steps, Desarae's cloak falls neatly into place about her shoulders, and the guard hairs of an upright ermine-trimmed collar wisp gently at the underside of her cheeks and jaw to soften the features of the future marquise. Gloved hands lace loosely at her back whilst her Cassiline guard watches on with hawk-like interest. "I've not seen you around much since the evening in the baths after the games, my apologies for that." she notes quietly. "I offered to be your guide, should you have wished it, but I expect that you've had plenty of time to find your way about the city by now." A breath is drawn, and a lift of her chin indicates the empty spot on the bench beside him. "Might I join you?"

"There was of course, our brief.. ah.. snack, on Eisheth's day." Boniface's cheeks color a little further at the memory, before he scoots over, offering her a little more room on the bench. "Please, it'd be my pleasure." He laughs a little bit more as he nods his head, "But yes, I've had a chance to wander around on my own for a little bit- see some of the sights. I still.. wouldn't mind your guidance."

Desarae's brow furrows when Boniface reminds her of their later encounter. "Of course. Yes. How terrible of me to forget that. I didn't stay long…" Her shoulders rise with the sucking in of her breath, and as room is made for her on the bench, she sinks to claim it. Fingers tease at her skirts so they fall in neat folds. "I'm glad to know that you've not lacked for things to do in my failure to show you around," she continues on, tilting her head so the back of it rests on the back of the bench. It allows her to stare at the skies, her features limned by the colder tones of silver that glitter above them. "You'll have to tell me what it is that you'd enjoy doing that you've not done already." A pause. "Have you visited La Cascade yet?"

"I didn't stay tooo much longer myself. Just had a few more bites and shared a word or two with our lovely serving platter." Boniface follows her gaze up toward the stars for a moment, light eyes sparkling in the moonlight, before he turns more earthbound, focusing his attention on her. "I wouldn't mind seeing some of the countryside- it feels like it's been for ever since I've ridden my horse," he says with a hint of wistfulness, before he archs an eyebrow at her suggestion, "I haven't. Whats that?"

"La Cascade?" Desarae's response comes without her pulling her focus from the stars, "It's a waterfall to the east of the city. It's a couple of hours by horse to get there if taken at a leisurely place, but well worth the effort if made. The water spills from a height of about thirty feet to a pool at its base, and there's rocks on which to dry after taking a swim. I went there for the first time last year with my Cassiline, Nicolas." Her voice tails off, and there's a certain wistfulness to be found in her expression as her teeth worry lightly at her lower lip. A beat. "We could picnic there when the weather is warmer, if that's something you'd like to do. Perhaps we could even invite a few of our friends to join us too."

She had him at 'a couple of hours ride'! Already at that prospect, the boy's face is lit up with such eagerness, one gets the impression that if it weren't late at night, he'd insist they go right now! "Oh, that sounds great!" he says, nodding his head vigerously, "Yes, I'd very much like to that.. only.." He trails off before admitting, with some small amount of sheepishness, "I don't really have any friends to invite- not yet, anyway."

At this admission Desarae does look at Boniface, and her eyes lid so that just the merest glitter of green can be seen through dark, dark lashes as they quietly slide his way. "Then perhaps it's time to make some. I don't have that many myself, things being as they've been. I'll send invitations to some of the families that are currently here in the city to see if they'd like to join us, though it will necessarily have to wait a good three weeks or more. I'm about to leave the city for a trip home to Chavaise."

He offers her a bright smile at that, seemingly happy enough with her solution. "Oh good. That'll work than!" he says, before arching one eyebrow as she annouces her plans to leave the city. "For the Festival of Lights? I belive my mother and I still intend to accept your invitation to see it."

"The Festival of Lights. Yes." A shadow falls on Desarae's features, and there's a sudden sadness that might just be detectable in her eyes before her lashes blink heavily and she returns her gaze to the stars. A soft sigh. "It's one of the most beautiful sights in the world, watching the lanterns drift out to sea on the tide. I'm glad that you and your lady mother will get to see it should you make your way to Beziers, because once seen, it's a sight that is never forgotten. We hold a festival in the streets during the day, then parade with the lamps to the sea as night falls. People come from across Eisande…" Her voice tails off, teeth tugging on her lower lip as she lapses to silence.

Boniface isn't neccessarly the most empathic person- but he is observant- and when he catchs that brief look of saddness, he reaches out to place, what he hopes is a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We will be there," he says, his voice carrying a note of promise, "Or at least, I will. And I'll drag Lady Delphine there if I have to!"

Desarae's nod is barely perceptible. "You'll love it, I'm certain." Her breath filters slowly out between her lips. "It'll be my first year hosting it, but my cousin has done it many, many times in the past for my mother, so at least on that side of things it should go without a hitch." Gloved fingers of her right hand lift to direct Boniface's attention to the sky. "There it is. The River of Stars. Do you see it?" She smiles as the still darkening night now allows for the lesser stars to be seen; the whole forming a ribbon of stars that spans the skies from east to west. "I know a story about the lovers that were separated by it. I could relate it to you sometime."

Boniface gazes upward, following the line of her eyes to search the heavens. It takes him a moment, but soon he spies the cluster of stars, his eyes widening. "Oh, that's really beautiful!" he exclaims- his voice soft, but still full of excitement, really just a boy as easily take by natural phenomena as he is by human beauty. He remains riveted to sky's light show, but he does nod his head at her words, "I'd very much like to hear it."

"Perhaps it'd be best told another time," Desarae hesitates, the tip of her nose scrunching as she rights her head and twists it so she can look at the young man beside her. "I was on my way to the temples to offer a prayer or two before returning to the palace. Maybe it's something for the trip to La Cascade?" She rises from the seat and takes a second or two to smooth down the folds of her skirts so her cloak falls seamlessly about her, and offers Boniface a dip of her head. "It is better to travel by sea to Beziers since the route is shorter, but if you've not legs for the water, then a carriage will only take a day or two more. If you will excuse me?" And after waiting for anything further that Boniface might have to say, she turns and joins her Cassiline to continue along the path towards Eisheth's temple.

Boniface nods his head as he listens to her talk. "Of course," he says, rising when she does out of courtesy, before giving her a polite dip of his head in return, "Be safe, Lady Desarae. I look forward to the next time our paths cross!"

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