(1311-11-18) Happiness Begets Happiness
Summary: Tavi plays with Soleil's kitten, and they share memories.
RL Date: 2019-11-18
Related: None
soleil tavi 

Le Coquelicot
Tiles of fine beige colored marble cover the floor in an ever repetitive pattern that is only broken by the circle of inlay work in its center, where through the use of white marble and dark red obsidian a likeness of the poppy flower comes to life, informing the visitor which salon it is he has entered. Long white drapes embroidered with a line of similar earthy dark red to the obsidian used in the floor are arranged to frame the windows, through which the parlour will be generously lighted through the day. Scattered about the room are comfortable chairs, light rattan fletching topped off with comfortable, cream-colored cushions, beside small tables where long slender flagons of wine stand at the ready beside goblets made of clay, glazed in warm earthy tones.

The air is that of relaxation, on more levels than just the physical; this extends to the mind, the soul, and the heart as well. An effect that is enhanced by the soothing melodies played by a lutist in a corner, by the pleasant subtle scents emanating from clay bowls filled with aromatic oils sitting on the tables; the warm lighting of oil lamps through glass shades painted with soothing patterns of waves in orange and dark red. Enhanced further by the soft laughter rippling through these halls where the visitor for once is allowed to take a break from his everyday trials and tribulations, from fears and worries, from tenseness in muscles and sometimes just loneliness.

Archways in old Tiberian style lead onwards to three areas, where patrons can find soothing in the way they wish to. Whereas a stairway at the back curves all the way up to the upper floor, where private quarters of courtesans and adepts can be found.

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

Lounging on one of the comfortable chairs here, her legs draped over one of the arms casually, Soleil is cheerfully playing with a small marmalade kitten and a little ball of yarn, which is alternatively being raveled and unraveled by the antics of the tiny cat.

Tavi steps in from the outside, laughing a little bit at the rain outside. He pauses and wipes his bare feet off on the area designed more for wiping off shoesbut it works regardlessand looks around with a smile on his features. He carries a small satchel which he hands to an adept with a request to take to a specific Courtesan who apparently requested it, and then adusts his blue robes around him as he walks toward the fire. He smiles at Soleil. "Hello, my lady!" He greets. "Do you mind if I sit near you while I warm up a bit?"

"Of course! It is quite cold outside, and Le Chat and I are both social creatures," Soleil agrees, and though she tugs at the little ball of yarn, the kitten is more interested in sniffing at the feet of the priest of Elua. Then, he gets down into proper pouncing form and attacks the corner of Tavi's robe with kittenish abandonment. "Le Chat Roux!" Soleil fusses with a laugh.

Tavi beams a smile at both Courtesan and kitten, and laughs as the kitten comes over to sniff at his feet. "Careful!" He laughs. "I'm very ticklish," he confesses to the cat, reaching out to scritch its ears…before laughing again as it attacks the corner of his robe. "Kittens should have spirit, or they won't grow in to proper cats. I don't think Elua will be offended, I promise,," he reassures. "I'm Tavi Delaunay."

"Soleil L'Envers no Coquelicot," the courtesan replies, sitting up slightly the better to watch the action, amused at the kitten. "And that is Percival, Le Chat Roux. I usually address him by his title. He obeys neither that nor his name. Because he is a kitten," she explains. And the kitten rolls over on his back, trying to bite the robe, then regains his sense of dignity and sits up, pretending he did no such thing, watching to see if there's another opportunity to pounce.

Tavi offers a polite little bow from where he sits, which also serves to tease the kitten with the edge of his robe bouncing near it. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Soleil," Tavi greets happily. "Your kitten is delightful, and of course obeys none but his own desire," he grins as he continues to tease with the edge of his robe. "I'm always happy to see joyous things in Coquelicot; my mother was a full marqued courtesan of this very house."

"I have just arrived here in Marsilikos; my marque is Gentian," Soleil replies with a nod, smiling at Tavi gently. "Have I met your mother yet, then? Le Chat, do behave yourself. You're such a silly boy." The kitten springs onto the chair that Tavi sits in, his little claws catching on the edge as he inspects the young man.

"Oh, delightful," Tavi says sincerely, before his smile gets a little bit sad. "No, and unfortunately you will not be able to. My mother and father died when I was 11. She had left the house to marry my father, which my grandfather the count was not thrilled with. But there are still people in the house that knew her; she was very successful and well-liked, I am told." He smiles, not reaching out to the kitten but leaving himself open to inspection.

"I considered leaving service to wed, but my story has an unfortunate end as well, and my lord was killed in a riding accident while on a hunting trip with his brother," Soleil explains gently, not with indifference but with calm acceptance. "I am needed as a Gentian. People must understand their own minds through their dreams. It is an important role to take on."

Tavi seems to be in a similar emotional state. It isn't that he doesn't miss his parents; but he has accepted what happened, and what it has made him. "I am sorry to hear that, my lady. I would not wish loss on anyone," he offers sincerely. "But I am certain that you are correct, and that you do much good as a Gentian and now as a Coquelicot. What convinced you to leave the capital for serving Naamah in Marsilikos, if I may ask?"

"The Baronne de Vezelay is my grandmother, and she is elderly and in questionable health, as is often the case when one lives into one's seventies," Soleil replies with a warm smile, keeping an eye on the kitten, who has curled up on the arm of Tavi's chair now. "We have come to see if the preferable weather here might suit her, and if it does, she may abdicate in favor of my father."

"Oh, that's very common," Tavi agrees. "The climate in Marsilikos can often be beneficial to the elderly, as the seasons are much more mild and consistent and the sea air helpful to the lungs in many cases," he rattles off knowledgeably. "I'm glad your family has been so blessed by your grandmother's longevity. If you ever have need of a healer for her, please let me know; one of the ways I serve my temple is in that capacity." He looks at the kitten adoringly.

"Granny is as incorrigible as Le Chat," Soleil says with fondness and no real hint of disapproval. She laughs softly as the kitten paws at Tavi's sleeve curiously. "I am sure that I would love for you to meet Granny at some point, but at the moment, my Lady Grandmother is getting settled in. Moving has been stressful."

Tavi laughs at that, shaking his head at the description. "Sounds like the Comte my grandfather," Tavi agrees, as he dances his sleeve in and out of range of the kitten to encourage it. "Like I said, please let me know if there's anything I can do for her. I can imagine! I spent a year traveling the Kingdom as part of my training, and settling back in was quite an adjustment."

Suddenly, he has a kitten hanging from his sleeve, for Le Chat, as his mistress refers to him, has pounced with claws and now is holding on for dear life so that he can viciously murder the sleeve. Or at least play with it some. Soleil looks endlessly amused. "Ah, Le Chat," she sighs fondly. To Tavi, she wonders, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh my!" Tavi laughs, not jerking his sleeve back so that he doesn't fling the kitten around. He lets it dangle and claw, holding his arm up so that it can experience…flight? Tavi smiles to Soleil and nods. "If you don't mind and I'm not intruding on your hospitality too much, I would love some mulled wine?" He asks.

Soleil gets to her feet, smirking at the kitten, and snags him by the scruff, to gently separate him from the sleeve. Then she drops him lightly back onto the arm of the chair. In a huff, the kitten stretches and strides over to curl up in Tavi's lap like a tiny ginger king. Yet his mistress is ignoring him, having a word with someone, but only for a moment. Two glasses of mulled wine are brought, and she offers one to Tavi.

Tavi laughs as the kitten is taken off of his sleeve and then dropped back down on to the couch. He smiles delightedly as the kitten returns to his lap and lies down on him, reaching down to very gently pet the tiny conqueror. "I am afraid I have been quite paralyzed now, and I may be unable to leave until he decides to free me," he confesses as he reaches out to take the wine. "Thank you!"

"Bah. I will put him in his basket. I am not afraid of his tiny royal temper," Soleil laughs merrily, eyeing the ginger kitten with a touch of warning and amusement in her eyes. "He does not know that he does not rule," she whispers playfully.

Tavi mms. "Does he not?" Tavi asks wryly, as he looks down at the kitten. "I've often found that they do to a far greater degree than we would originally assume they do." He shakes his head. "I work with some of the Balm adepts here, to teach medicine and herbology. I do a little bit of work with the Gentian focused side, but mostly to supply the teas and tinctures used in your arts. Is there anything you need to help you get settled in?"

"Mmm, I do like gardening and herbology," Soleil admits. "And working inn the sunshine. But I think I am fairly settled in here. Far more settled in than poor Granny, whom I am visiting every day. And I shall have to find patrons here."

"What do you look for in a Patron?" Tavi asks curiously. "Forgive me if it's a rude question, or too forward; I am curious, because I enjoy visiting the houses and you are quite lovely," Tavi compliments sincerely. Of course, he seems to do everything sincerely.

"Thank you. As a Scion of Naamah herself and gifted as I am with the power of dreams, I seek patrons who wish to know their inner selves better. Who have questions to answer and who want to live healthy mental lives," Soleil replies with a gentle smile. "I want everyone to be happy and to be content. I want to be the balm on their anxieties."

Tavi smiles at the answer. "That sounds wonderful, Lady Soleil, and it is an honor to be in the presence of a Scion of the Lady. I am a Scion of Eisheth," he confesses with a grin. "So I want much the same, although I focus mostly on the physical health rather than mental. But I'm afraid that I am generally happy most of the time, which leaves me somewhat lacking in reasons to be a Patron; unless I can convince you with the promise that I give fabulous foot rubs and massages."

"Ah, my friend, happiness begets happiness," Soleil points out with an almost dreamy smile. "You have a glass of mulled wine and a naughty kitten in your lap. Life is bliss. Why shouldn't you enjoy the pleasures of a courtesan from time to time, presuming it is no hardship to afford the services of one of your preferred canon?"

Tavi laughs, but then nods. "This is very true. And it is not; my family ensures that I have an allowance whether I want one or not, which most of the time I simply donate to charity. I do not think I can be blamed too much if I occasionally use some of it for selfish matters," he explains. Rationalizes? Possibly. He sips the wine, smiling at the delightful taste of it.

"I do not think it is terribly selfish to see to one's own mental health," Soleil point out gently, eyeing the kitten in his lap. "Gentian contracts tend to be fairly long term, the work of many nights. True relaxation, true comfort. A thorough, in-depth study of dreams." She seems so copacetic with her mulled wine, comfortably chatting with him.

Tavi grins as he looks down at the kitten as well. "We had visits from a Gentian after my parents died, I believe paid for by my grandfather. My sisters and I all had bad dreams, and we were helped through it by a member of your House. Of course, I didn't just have bad dreams; when I found out about their death, I actually blacked out." Tavi shakes his head a bit. "I woke up in the Temple of Elua, feeling at peace; which is when I knew I was supposed to join the Priesthood."

"I'm so sorry for your losses, but it sounds as if you have recovered the best that you can," Soleil offers with gentle warmth, smiling at him easily. She is sunshine, it's clear, warm like a summer morning. "It is good that you found the priesthood."

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