(1311-11-12) The Shy Novice
Summary: Marco follows Alienor upstairs and they have tea in the Solar of La Rose Sauvage.
RL Date: 2019-11-12
Related: Hostage Situation
alienor marco 

Night Court: La Rose Sauvage

A huge hearth of black marble, with gargoyles of stone adorning the mantlepiece, governs the foyer of the Salon de la Rose Sauvage, which emanates a certain dark air, the interior design of the more heavy sort, that could easily be encountered in a gentleman's club, especially with the dark cherry wood wainscoting used on the walls. Dark leather upholstery is predominant in the furniture of chaise longues, couches and long-backed chairs that are arranged in a half-circle, leaving space in the center for courtesans (or patrons) to kneel for an inspection. Three tall windows with circular stained-glass insets are framed by dark red curtains of heavy brocade, a few golden threads worked into the fabric catching occasionally the light of flickering oil lamps at the walls. The lamps light a pair of portrait paintings, of the two founders of the salon, Edouard Shahrizai and his cousin Annabelle no Mandrake, resplendent in their dark Kusheline appeal; and a cabinet in a corner, holding a number of quality wines and a flagon of uisghe.

The foyer has a high ceiling, and a gallery beyond a balustrade of dark teak wood, carved in the shapes of gargoyles. Sometimes a few veiled creatures can be spotted up there, stealing glances at what is going on below; from the gallery, which can be reached by ascending some winding stairs at the back of the foyer. Beside the stairs leading up is a hallway on ground level, leading further into the building to where the offices of the leader of the salon and his two Seconds can be found, along with the two wings of private quarters for roses of Mandrake and Valerian canon.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a fall night. The weather is cool and overcast.

Alienor is heading in from the gardens, a book tucked under her arms. Of course, that means that the little White Rose must pass through the parlor to get to the stairs so that she can take refuge in the Solar or perhaps the novice dormitory.

Marco makes his way into the Rose Sauvage as well one suspects returning to the scene of the crime or at least planning another as he makes his way in letting his eyes meander.

Pausing in her rush to get upstairs, Alienor smiles prettily at Marco and drops him a pretty little curtsey. "My lord," she offers as a greeting, then slips over to mount the stairs.

Marco glances over to Alienor and smiles, "Hello again little one. Heading back up before the patrons start arriving?" He asks in amusement, "Feeling better after the trouble last time?"

Alienor pauses on the steps, one hand on the banister, looking Marco over thoughtfully for a moment. "Yes, thank you, my lord," she replies demurely, then glances to the chaperone who is following her, who gives the nobleman a bit of a warning look regarding her charge. "I was just out in the gardens reading, but I thought I'd come in for awhile."

Marco chuckles at that and nods, "Well reading can be a bit of an opportunity hmm?" He smiles in amusement to the chaperone and chuckles, "Well if you wish to sit I'm being good for the moment it seems but otherwise do hurry on up who knows how it will last."

"You are welcome to join me upstairs in the Solar. I would not want to infringe on the responsibilities of the Thorns and the Reds to be able to entertain patrons here in the foyer," Alienor replies softly, smiling a pretty little smile under her white veil, for of course she is veiled and quite conservatively dressed.

La Rose Sauvage: Solar

Compared to the darker, heavy interior of downstairs, the solar feels like a pleasant contrast, where the use of light pastel tones and white provide a light air that is almost convincing. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city are guarded by curtains in light shades of pastel greens and blues. A few thick carpets cover the polished oak floor, where a few high backed armchairs are arranged about a kneeling cushion in the center. Beverages offered here will usually be white sparkling wines, to lighten the mood and keep up a certain innocent air. The tapestries on the white walls are kept to lighter hues as well, picturesque depictions of alyssum flower arrangements along with those of modest maidens in innocent situations, while the darker side to Alyssum canon reveals itself only to the attentive eye, in the details of the woodwork in dark mahogany side tables and the seats, depicting a pair of man and woman caught in obvious amorous entanglement, she faintly resisting and averting her gaze.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a fall night. The weather is cool and fair.

Marco chuckles softly at that, "Well I suppose I can do. Only for a time though, I'm sure Marielle will find something I do scandalous up there." He says in bemusement.

The chaperone, of course, follows, perfectly willing to step in should anything threaten the purity of the novice so close to her debut. "Please, my lord," Alienor says with innocent wide eyes to Marco, beautiful eyes of a striking green color. "Please try to refrain from doing anything scandalous. I am so close to my debut."

Marco chuckles softly, "I will do my best." He says to her warmly and he smiles, "For now at least. I miss getting to scandalize Marielle it's not nearly as fun now that she's Second here.." He smiles, "Wine? I look forward to telling you stories."

"Novices are not permitted wine, but thank you, my lord. Perhaps tea?" Alienor suggests with an earnest smile. "Please, make yourself comfortable in one of the armchairs here. And I'm sure that you could tell me …*appropriate* stories."

Marco smiles, "Tea should suffice." He laughs softly, "For… today at least, or this week. I will continue for appropriate stories." He says as he drops into a seat and grins.

"Would you like honey and lemon in your tea, my lord? Or perhaps cream instead of lemon?" Alienor recommends, heading over to fetch a tea service and returning with it promptly. She sets it upon a nearby table and pours tea carefully for the guest.

Marco smiles at that and nods, "Honey seems like the order for the day." He suggests and he chuckles as he waits before taking it up and he smiles, "So how are you anticipating things?"

Alienor prepares his tea for him, then offers him a teacup on a saucer, neatly sweetened. She then works to fix herself a bit of tea, perhaps for her nerves. "It is kind of you to inquire, my lord," she says softly, taking her tea and going to kneel gracefully on one of the floor cushions before sitting back on her feet. "I am quite apprehensive, but I am eager to serve as a Servant of Naamah."

Marco smiles at that and he chuckles, "Well it's a most pleasant subject isn't it?" He asks and he reaches over to tilt her face to the side, "Apprehensive? Why apprehensive?" He asks curiously and he smiles, "Have you looked forward to it long? What do you most look forward to?"

Touching the novice gets him a disapproving grunt and an angry stare from the chaperone, who shakes her head at him. The novice herself backs up slightly, to be more out of reach and perhaps less tempting to touch. She says, "The cardinal virtue of any servant of Naamah is the willing heart with which she places her patron's desires above her own," and it sounds almost as if she is quoting a textbook. She nods once and takes a soothing sip of tea. "I pray that I will be able to do just that. I have been in training for quite some time now, since I was a child of eight, and so much of my education has been theoretical rather than practical. There is much to be apprehensive about. I wish to please."

Marco ahs as she ducks back and he chuckles, "It's such a troublesome thing, Novices particularly those who will be of the white." He lifts his hand up and traces the tea cup and he smiles, "It must drive the imagination a bit wild to know and yet not know so many things hmm? What do you hope from your debut?"

"My lord, you are not permitted to touch any of the novices, not just those of the White," Alienor reminds him gently, taking another fortifying sip of tea. "I think it would be incredibly flattering for the bids to be very high for my debut," she considers. "And I hope for gentle compassion from whomever wins."

Marco considers for a time, "Ah but the alyssum always look so…touchable." He points out but he keeps his hands back and he chuckles, "I'm sure it will be quite a delight." He offers warmly.

"Well, I would prefer not to be touched until after my debut, and even then, I would prefer to maintain polite distance. But it is important that I not be touched until after my debut. My purity cannot be called into question, my lord," Alienor points out with a gentle smile. "You do understand, don't you?" There's a little flutter of dark eyelashes under her veil. "Are you perhaps planning to bid on my debut?"

Marco inclines his head at that and he nods, "Of course." he says and keeps his hands to his tea cup. "I'm considering it certainly. At the least I'd like to ensure you have a good one. But as you may have gathered it's not the canon I'm most familiar with despite Marielle's best efforts."

"I appreciate that, my lord," Alienor replies softly, nodding once. "I shall understand if you're not interested."

Marco shakes his head and he smiles, "Oh… it's not that I'm not interested. I'm sure I'll bid I just… well I'm sure that there are some who will value every ounce of your training and shyness more."

"Yes, I'm… very shy," Alienor agrees with a curling gentle smile, nodding once. "I'm sure I'll know the pleasure of your company at some point after I am an adept," she adds, rising gracefully to her feet in a very modest way. "If my lord will excuse me, I need to retire for the evening."

Marco smiles, "Are you?" He asks curiously and he sighs happily, "Of course. It was a pleasure. Good evening little one. And I'll look forward to that very much."

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