(1311-11-13) An Overcast Day
Summary: On an overcast day, Lord Boniface meets a White Rose novice in the Gardens of La Rose Sauvage.
RL Date: Wed Nov 13, 1311
Related: None
alienor boniface 

Gardens: La Rose Sauvage

The gardens of La Rose Sauvage offer a different ambience and atmosphere than that of the more oppressive and richly ornate salon. Tall casement windows spill out onto a paved area which gives way to neatly arranged flowerbeds, where a predominance of roses pay homage to the canons encompassed by this salon. The paths are of a dark granite grey which have softened over the years by the encroachment of mosses and lichens, with smaller paths winding off through the beds. It's here along these secluded paths that arboreal areas and private nooks might be found, and where privacy is granted to those that seek it through flowering hedges and curtained awnings.%r%rA fountain plays at the centre of the garden, the copper figures of two nude women, long since mellowed to a soft verdigris, spill water from shells into a pool at its base. The main pathway through the garden leads to a terracotta tiled courtyard that sits towards the farthest end, the walls here flanked by creeping ivy which cloak the walls in scarlet and orange during the autumn months. An oiled silk awning hangs over the courtyard to give shelter from both sun and rain, and oil lamps light the area when evening falls.


Although the clouds overhead are quite threatening and it has been raining off and on all day, it is not, at present, storming. Which is nice for the White Rose novice who is out in the gardens to take a walk. She is conservatively dressed all in white, and she's very careful to hold the hem of her gown out of the mud as she sticks to the driest and most paved paths.

Boniface does not seem to mind the threatening weather in the slightest- no overcast rainy day can dampen his spirits! Indeed, he wears a bright smile, excited smile- so common place on his angelic face. He also has a look of deterimination as he steps into the gardens, as if he's looking for someone or something.

Alienor's path takes her in Boniface's direction, and her pace is one that suggests she might be quite restless. As she approaches him, though, she holds her head higher and her back straighter and she smiles in spite of the weather and her own mood. She is a beautiful girl, particularly when she smiles, even with a veil to lightly conceal her features. She drops a careful curtsey and pauses. "My lord," she greets.

So intent is Boniface on his search (for whatever it is he's looking for!) that it takes him a momment to register Alienor's presence, though when he does, his smile brightens further like a beacon in this dreary weather. "Hello, mlle," he greets in return, giving the young veiled woman a dip of his head, his voice warm and musical.

"Is there something or someone I can help you find, my lord?" Alienor offers with a charming smile, studying him with wide green eyes under the filmy veil. She glances around to see if there is anyone obvious in range, but it is only her chaperone and her guard, following along after her like disapproving dogs.

"I was looking for someone, but she doesn't seem to be around," Boniface says with a little shrug, his shoulders rolling. His spirits don't seem to be all that dampered by the admission, as he comes to cross his hands in front of him, watching her for a momment. "You're a white rose, no?" The question does seem geninue.

"Yes, my lord," the maiden replies with a little nod, smiling at him charmingly. "I am Alienor, the novice who is to have her debut at the end of the week. Perhaps my lord would do me the honor of attending." She considers him thoughtfully. "Is there a color of rose you prefer?"

"Oh, a novice with an upcoming debut. That must be very exciting and nerve racking," Boniface says, a little bit of musical amusment creeping into his voice as he considers her request, "Maybe! I don't attend very many debuts, but maybe I can make an exception." Her question gets a moment of consideration, "I don't really have a preference- as I've only experienced one type so far. Can't really make a judgment on that, can you?"

"Ah, someone who understands immediately how I feel! Yes, I'm very excited but also very nervous. I've had years of training, and now I must put them to use," Alienor agrees with warmth, then drops her gaze demurely. "Just come out for a bit of tea — or sparkling wine or other beverages as you prefer — and some sweet and light pastries. I am hoping the weather will be fine. It's been so gray and awful of late."

"Will it be held outdoors?" Boniface asks, arching an eyebrow as he continues to study the young novice, that same smile on his face, "It would be nice if the weather was good.. but there is something to be said for being a beacon of light on a gray day, right?"

"Yes, if it's not too cold, I'd like very much to have it in the gardens. If it's not too cold, I'll wear my lace gown. It's very pretty, very finely done, with a lovely lace overlay that swirls a bit when I walk in it," Alienor explains, absently smoothing the lines of the extremely conservative and very boring white dress she currently has on, a gown that is so rigidly uniform that it calls to mind a schoolgirl's outfit. "I'd love to debut in a sunbeam."

Boniface's smile blossoms a bit more as if he's picturing the dress, before he gives a vigorous nod of his head. "I'm sure you'll be dazzling!" he says, laughing just a little bit, "I'll pray to the Companions for pleasant weather then!"

"Thank you so much!" Alienor says, beaming at him, her green eyes sparkling, though whether he can tell that may be difficult with her veil. "But tell me a bit about yourself, my lord. We have focused thus far on me."

"A bit about myself?" Boniface considers, giving another good natured shrug of his shoulders, "Oh, I never introduced myself! I'm Boniface Baphinol," he tells her, leaving off the title he's got. After all, it's not super relevant right now!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Boniface," Alienor replies with a charmed smile, then gets signaled at from her chaperone. She drops another curtsey. "Please excuse me, my lord. I'm being called away."

"Of course. Best of luck with your upcoming debut!" Boniface says cheerly, before he goes on to continue his search.

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