(1311-11-29) Friend Hug
Summary: Culture clash on both the part of Alienor and Saoirse leads eventually to a friendly hug.
RL Date: 2019-11-29
Related: None
alienor saoirse 

Solar: La Rose Sauvage

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 day. The weather is cool and overcast.

Outside, it is cool and overcast, not terribly inviting. Alienor stares through her veil at the garden through the window, looking incredibly bored of it being quite dreary, as one might understand. It seems that she was painting a bit, something of the window and the garden, and perhaps she started when it was not quite so overcast. She is clad in white, modestly dressed but not so oppressively that she has no figure in her silver-edged gown.

Saoirse has her first time in the Night Court, and the look of wonder on her face shows every bit of it. Innocent, Naive, and woefully expressive from one moment to the next. She's taken off her heavy coat and has it slung over her arm. Pausing to peer at the painting of the 'darker' nature she points at the 'aggressive' man. "Op, I don't think she likes that…" then she points towards the meeker woman "You should try to get away. Mmmn. I guess you can't. But keep trying. You should really be more direct with him if you don't like something."

"Huh? What? Oh, if there's no contract, I'm pretty direct about not touching," Alienor admits, startled out of her reverie by the foreign young lady, and she laughs in a bright sort of way. She sets aside her paintbrush to avoid getting paint on her slim white dress, and she looks curiously at Saoirse, tilting her head to one side. "It's all about the illusion of innocence. But of course, I'm innocent. At the same time, I am a courtesan. There is an interesting duality to it."

Saoirse lets out a startled yelp, clutching her coat to her and breathing huffily a moment, she wasn't expecting an answer. "Ohmigoodness! You can /hear/ me? Keep trying, you can do it!" She blinks when she realizes that the sound comes not from the painting. "Huh?" Turning to look at Alienor "Oh! That was you? I thought the painting was talking! I've heard something about angels were once in Terre d'Ange and remnants were still about the land, but this isn't one of those things. Which is probably a good thing!"

Walking towards the unfamiliar woman. She reaches out to touch her gown's sleeve, and if allowed she'll run her fingers over the material. "Your gown is so very white! If there is an illusion of innocence then it's not really innocence is it? I'm not sure what a courtesan is. We don't really have those in Eire. At least that I'm aware of."

For a moment, Alienor just stares at the foreigner as if not entirely certain what to make of her, and she tilts her head a little further to one side. "You thought the painting was talking?" she wonders in confusion, looking quite the part of the bewildered puppy. "No, I'm not the painting. Nor does the painting talk, not even with angels." She straightens up a little and watches Saoirse touch her dress with mild suspicion, but she permits it since the young woman does not seem inclined to touch inappropriately.

"A courtesan is someone who is trained as a companion. The nobility pay for our time and services, and we are contracted to do specific things for the noble in question," the young courtesan replies. "I am a Servant of Namaah. I serve as Naamah did, and my focus is on purity and innocence."

Saoirse releases the sleeve after a few moments of feeling the texture and smiles brightly. "Well..I was commenting on the painting, then I heard..and…well, maybe for a moment because I wasn't expecting it. But then I realized afterwards."

Putting a hand on her chest she offers "I am Lady Saoirse d'Eresse of clan Ó Ruairc." She looks back at the painting, then looks once more to the courtesan "Is Innocense really at such a premium and hard to find?"

"I… don't actually know," Alienor replies after a moment, considering the question. "I think in many ways it is a luxury. The poor do not have time for it, and the rich wish to indulge in those moments of unspoiled pleasure, where politics is irrelevant and there are no pressures to do anything in particular. Except… to be innocent." A pause. "Alienor no Rose Sauvage."

Saoirse hmmns. "Well..it sounds like there is a disproportionate amount of innocent to non-innocent people in particular abundance?" She moves over to stand in front of the painting that Alienor was working on. "What kind of feelings are you working on expressing? Calm and serene?"

"I paint the gardens when I am bored, and sometimes I am very bored. Sometimes there are no visitors, no patrons to entertain," Alienor explains, following Saoirse over to peer at her painting, which has a lot of the major features sketched in, but very few details. "I could get you a glass of wine, if you'd like, though. We have sparkling white. Or tea. The tea is very good."

Saoirse stares at the painting. It seems unfinished. Though that's probably because it's unfinished. "Ar eyou lonely then, and this is how you work through the lonliness? I like to eat, so I work through lonliness with that sometimes. Though..I eat more than just when I'm lonely, because some things are just so tasty." She ponders on the idea of refreshment. "Well..I suppose tea is fine, am I supposed to pay you for it? Because I can if I'm supposed to. I'm not sure what we're supposed to do. Do you have to have have a contract to do freind-hugs?"

The painting is definitely unfinished, unless one enjoys vague sketches of what are probably gardens in the autumn. Again, Alienor ponders the answer as she goes to get the tea. "No, you don't have to pay for tea. You're a guest," she says brightly and with a measure of amusement. "I have friends here. My best friend is a novice here, and we keep one another from getting too lonely. And I have my patrons, and they come and visit me sometimes, and that is very nice, but I do discourage touching unless there's a contract. I mean, friend-hugs are lovely, but I haven't got many friends who aren't novices or courtesans, so they don't need contracts." She seems slightly confused now. She brings Saoirse her tea.

Saoirse nods "That's really good advice, though I'm probably not going to follow it. I've been told that I'm a literal person, though usually I'm just called annoying, or slow, or dumb, or stupid, or special, or unique. I process things by touch, and sight, and feel, and taste, and smell, and I don't think in the same way. So people usually just think I'm dumb because sometimes if it's in my head, it gets all babbity-blab'd outity. Kind of like now. I probably shouldn't be talking about things, but here I am talking about things."

She reaches out to take the tea "Well, if you have to have a contract or pay for a friend-hug, then it's not a friend-hug. Because friends hug one another because they like spending time with the other person. Unlike family, who has to do it. Unless they send you away, then they really don't have to friend-hug do they? Though that would be more of a family hug." She smiles softly "Sorry, I'm a babbler. My aunt said I go on and on about nothing."

"Yes, but… I don't really know anyone who isn't a courtesan or a patron. Everyone I'd consider a friend is a courtesan — or a long term patron who has permission to touch per the contract," Alienor tries to explain, sitting down nearby and folding her hands into her lap as she watches Saoirse with her tea thoughtfully. "I don't really remember my family. I started training to be a Servant of Naamah when I was eight."

Saoirse nods "Well, maybe you need to have some friends that are not courtesans? I mean you want to be well-rounded dont you? Though there is something liberatingly-liberating that a defined definition to a relationship is defined so fully. But don't you miss the sponteneity of the spontaneous? If you want I can come in every few days and give you a hug to remind you what non-contracted friends can do. But only if you want to, otherwise if there's a per-hug charge I think that could get rather expensitve."

Saoirse puts her coat over the back of a seat, then settles into it crossing her legs at the knee. "I was sent to Eire when I was three, I was born in Terre d'Ange though raised in Eire. I'm afraid I don't know the customs. Why Naamah? Do you feel that Naamah speaks to you on a personal level?"

"I'd… have to meet people who aren't courtesans?" Alienor suggests with a bright laugh. "And time that I'm not spending with patrons is time that I'm not making my marque. It'll be a lot easier when I'm a full courtesan and not just an adept." She indicates vaguely in the direction of her back, which is entirely covered at this point in her career. "And you don't seem inclined to be a patron, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be rude or anything. Just that… if there's a paying patron, I'm more inclined to wait upon them because, well, uh, I have to make my marque."

She shrugs slightly. "I suppose Naamah is lovely. She certainly did a lot of wonderful things for her friends. But, like, I also entered her service when I was eight. It's not like I really knew or could choose rationally. Did I want to be beautiful with beautiful people? That sounded lovely. What did it actually entail? I couldn't possibly understand," she explains seriously.

Saoirse listens intently when Alienor speaks. When finished she nods softly "Well if it's your position then that's to be expected." She peers at the back in complete nonunderstanding "Yes, it's a very pretty back." The confused look on her face shows that she understands Alienor is trying to tell her something, but she isn't sure what it is."

Saoirse's lips move to one side as she puffs out one cheek for a few moments thinking. "I guess I haven't had such things pressed upon me because people thought I was simply just not as intelligent as others. My parents sent me as the slow child to Eire, and there wasn't much there they expected of me. I grew up with many siblings there in the clan, we are family there. Though people find me annoying, grating, they also found me honest, and loyal. I got to learn from the people who did the work, soldiers, smithys, barmaids, all kinds of people. How can you be a noble if you truly dont know your people? And if you dont know what they need everyday, what little things you can do to enrich their lives then how can you improve them, improving the effenciency of a person's life means your ruling class will have more to invest into them. It's a process that can be difficult to understand. Even if people dont think you can be something, even if people dont expect it, you can still make something of yourself and shine like a twinkly star. As long as you like who you are isn't that the most important?" She perks up a bit "Is now a good time for a hug? It seems like a good time for a hug. Normally I would have hugged you by now, but I don't have the contract, and I would have to justify on the expenditure log for my money was spent. I don't really like spending money unless there's a explicit need or a cost-benefit-anaysis being done where you get a clear benefit from the cost of coin going out of hand."

Yet again, what Saoirse is talking about is so foreign to Alienor's sheltered existence as to be completely boggling. "I don't really… know anything about being nobility. I mean, I serve the nobility, primarily, and perhaps someday I'll be consort to a noble who grows to love me, but my parents are merchant types, and I'm… a White Rose," she says, as if this should mean something to the other young woman.

Vaguely flustered, she says, "You can give me a hug, if you like. I suppose that will make us friends?"

Saoirse puts the tea aside. "I don't really know a lot about being nobility. I beleive that the noble class should think about the people that are part of their community and try to improve people's already difficult lives. But not everyone feels that same way. My parents..well, my father was a merchant, my brother Hewett has taken that over now, merchant by sea! Noble by land!"

Saoiirse brightens up with an 'Oh boy!' look on her face. "Well, I already love you! Though..I pretty much love everyone." She hops up and announces "Coming in for a hug! Hugtime!" Arms go outward as she bends over to hug the woman snugly and warmly, hands to pat her back softly a few times. "Friendhug." she announces to noone in particular.

"Friendhug!" Alienor repeats, as if this is part of the strange Eirian ritual of hugging one's friends, patting Saoirse's back in kind and smiling enthusiastically at their slightly odd cultural exchange. She's not entirely certain what happened, but then again, it's an unusual circumstance.

"Well," Alienor says when they have hugged. "What now? We are friends? You will have to tell me more about yourself. Do you have any interesting hobbies? Do you get lonely and bored?"

Saoirse settles back into her seat after the hug. "Yes, we're friends now!" she exclaims excitedly. "Well..in exchange for my mother's hand my father had to meet with the king of Eire and agree to send a child from their union to clan Ó Ruairc to be raised by them. I was the child they sent so I went at the age of 3, and I was in Eire since. I've done all sorts of apprenticeships because I wanted to see what was involved in different things. I liked farming and horse training the best I think. I've never been referred to as smart, but I was always considered part of the clan - family. I even got to meet the King!"

"Oh, I had no idea they were so hostile to foreigners there. Which is, I suppose, what you were, even in your own home. How terribly awkward," Alienor says with a little shake of her head, frowning slightly. "Well, you can come visit me here, and if I'm not with a patron, we can sit and chat. But it would be even better if you were a patron, because then I could really devote time to being friends!"

Saoirse shakes her head "No, not as a whole, but some clans are very against them. The King doesn't have those feelings, his wife, the Queen, she isn't from Eire either. He came to visit me and thought it might be in our best interests if I took some time away, it was his idea to bring me in the first place, so he's also responsible for my safety. And without being able to fully promise it - it would be very bad for him if I were to be hurt because of this."

Saoirse shrugs her shoulders "I'm not sure what a courtesan would do for me, it's something I can consider, but I need to be able to justify the cost to the benefit provided." She considers a moment. "I know, since we're friends now, I'll bring something tasty to eat next time. It's one of my hobbies, eating tasty things!"

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