(1311-12-07) Perhaps, Soon
Summary: Lili is caught sweeping the floors outside of her shift. Séverine uses the opportunity to address the topics of a debut - and a culprit.
RL Date: Dec 07/08, 2019
Related: None
severine lili 

La Rose Sauvage — Court de Nuit

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.

It is one of those cold, overcast fall mornings — the day already progressing to the later hours towards noon, and the salon prepares for visitors that will no doubt come by soon. Séverine is making her round, checking whether the fire in the hearth is burning appropriately as she comes to a halt before it. Her stormy grey eyes turn a touch thoughtful as she watches the flames for a moment, caught in contemplations of her own. The Second of Red Roses is a woman in her mid-twenties, her complexion is pale with only the faintest dots of freckles. Her hair, blonde with a definite tinge towards red, has been gathered in a knot, thus drawing attention to her slender neck. She wears a long-sleeved gown of dark green samite, dipping low at her back to reveal the finished marque of a Red Rose. It is a unique touch of this salon, that with canons as clearly separated as they are here, each canon will show in a unique marque of its own.

Séverine's momentary distraction is a swiftly over as it came, and with a gentle smile appearing on her features, she turns her head to let her gaze drift over the foyer, perhaps to check whether any of her roses are currently present.

It is quiet in the salon, as it is most often at this hour of the day. The faint rays of sunlight that manages to escape from behind the cover of clouds that veil the sky streaming in through the three large windows with their stained glass inserts, painting the foyer in a pale darkness. There are a few novices piddling about, going about their daily chores and making sure everything is ready for the salon to welcome patrons. One of those novices is Lili; the diminutive young blonde of Valerian canon who was brought to Marsilikos by Jacques, the salons Dowayne, earlier in the year after he purchased her marque from Valerian House during a business trip to Elua. She is clad in a simple gown of modest cut, its dark red color contrasting almost dramatically against her pale skin. Her long locks of pale gold are pulled back and secured behind her neck with a red silk ribbon. It would appear that she is one of the poor novices tasked with cleaning the foyer this morning, as she is currently in the process of finishing sweeping the floors, the broom in her hand looking almost comically disproportionate to the tiny girl wielding it. She seems to be managing ok, though, despite having to change her grip on the instrument several times. It's not always easy being 4'10". sigs.

There are a few feminine little grunts and some low muttering as she tries to clean the space beneath one of the tables set out, but when she notices Severine entering, she peeks up from behind the table and comes to a halt in her duties. She straightens her posture, leaning the broom against one shoulder with both hands and gives the Second a soft little smile and a low dip of her chin in respect, her eyes finding a spot just in front of Severine's feet. "Good morning, Mademoiselle Severine," she greets the older woman, her voice soft and silvery and her eyes staying in that one, seemingly very interesting spot on the ground.

Brought to Marsilikos from Elua. Apparently, this is a fate, Lili shares with her Second, and the many months from the beginning of the year to its almost end have ensured that the young novice would have learned a thing or two about Séverine — not all of it explained to her by the Second in person, but rather through murmurs and gossip shared among the other Red Roses. Just, that this happened some time ago, that Séverine's marque was bought out of Valerian House after the debut, and that it was the salon's founder and mentor, Edouard Shahrizai, who had decided to make that particular investment.

Spotting the young blonde novice, Séverine inclines her head, eyes narrowing just so tempering the smile a little that she has for Lili. "You are not supposed to be on cleaning duty this morning," the Second observes gently. "But good morning, Lili. Has one of the others persuaded you to take their shift?" Soft footfall announces her approach, dark green samite whispering about Séverine's form as she walks over to where Lili stands with her broom. "Tell me…" Her hand reaches out, gently touching against Lili's chin, lifting it. "Are you already getting excited for your debut? It is only a little more than one month away…" She smiles, holding Lili's gaze for a moment — or at least intending to. "You look lovely today, my dear. I have no doubt it will be a splendid occasion."

Lili remains standing where she is as Severine addresses her, still holding the broom close against her shoulder. The initial words of the second does get a reaction, though, as the novice bites her bottom lip almost shyly and her head bops with a few nods. "Yes mademoiselle. I'm sorry mademoiselle," she answers the question, looking a little flustered. "Bernard hit his foot again and was afraid he wouldn't be able to finish in time. I am almost done." This isn't the first time this has happened, that Lili has been talked into doing someone else's chores due to a sudden injury or the like. She isn't exactly the smartest girl, but she must be aware of the realities of things on some level, and yet she can't help herself. Nevermind the fact that Bernard is out having fun in the gardens. The young novice doesn't seem to terrible mind, though, except for the fact that she was 'caught'.

Lili's large hazel eyes follows the steps of Severine's sandaled feet as the second approaches her, and she lets her chin be lifted and her eyes meet those of Severine, keeping the eye contact for a moment and resting her chin lightly against the touch. Her lips shape into a soft smile and a faint girlish giggle escapes her from behind closed lips. "Yes, mademoiselle," she answers with discreet youthful enthusiasm, but the blush that spreads across her nose and cheeks, and the way she swallows hard hints at more than mere excitement at the thought of her upcoming debut. Then her gaze is lowered again, eyes dropping to Severine's chin. Her blush spreads a little more at the compliment and she smiles demurely. "Thank you, mademoiselle. I hope I can make Naamah and the salon proud and serve my patrons well."

"That part of your life still lays ahead of you.", Séverine states softly. "I can imagine how you feel. As it is how I probably felt back then, in the month preceding my debut. Believe me. It will change everything. It will finally allow you to meet your true purpose in life." She blinks a little, in belated reaction to Lili's mentioning of Bernard. "I shall have a word with him, later." Straightening, she releases Lili's chin from the touch of her fingers, and her head turns, looking out of the windows towards the gardens. A faint frown forms on those delicate features of hers, giving away a certain edge, she so often hides beneath her outward demure countenance. "It is not right, that he makes you do his work. I do not approve of this. Not at all." Her anger is little more than the faint stir at the surface of a pond, and none of that indignation is guided towards Lili. As the warm smile proves, Séverine has for the novice as she turns her attention towards Lili again. "We shall have a talk soon. You and I. We have some planning to do."

Lili nods softly against the touch of Severine's hand as she listens to her Second speak, eyes and smile widening in careful excitement with a deep inhale. But when the subject turns back to Bernard again, the smile falters. "But…" Her voice trails off and her head turns a little to follow Severine's gaze towards the windows to look out at the gardens through the corners of her eyes. She makes a pouty frowny-face at herself and squirms lightly against the shaft of the broom before turning her head back towards Severine, eyes lowering and coming to rest somewhere around the Second's knees. She looks a little uncomfortable. She probably didn't mean to get Bernard into any trouble, but she keeps any protests she might have to herself. "No, mademoiselle. Thank you, mademoiselle," she replies simply in her soft, girlish voice, looking up through her lashes at Severine. The warm smile the Second gives her seems to lighten her worries, though, to the point where the petite novice mostly looks a little embarrassed at herself.

The mention of debut planning has Lili's expression lightens up again and her eyes rise to meet Severine's for a short moment. "Yes!" she exclaims happily, eyes dancing. Then those large eyes are lowered a little again, her gaze coming to rest on the other woman's mouth. "I have an idea of what I would like, but I am not sure how to best express it or create the right apmosphere." She pronounces the word 'atmosphere' as 'APmosphere', a minor flaw in speech that isn't limited to that one word, and which has garnered her a not insubstantial amount of teasing over the years. "I try to stay focused on my lessons and chores, but it has been really hard to think about anything else, lately," she admits, a hint of guilt flashing across her features. "Would you tell me about your own debut, mademoiselle? In Elua. I should love to hear about it. And maybe it could give me some inspiration for mine," she asks, her large eyes looking up at Severine with a shy but hopeful look. Then her whole body stiffens as she seems to remember something. Sweeping. Right. The broom is given a quick glance before her eyes return to Severine and a sweet and slightly sheepish smile is offered to the Second. "I'm almost done," Lili assures her.

Her mind seems to be set, about talking to Bernard later on, at least Séverine appears hardly hesitant about the matter — and not really moved by the novice's uncomfortable look, when she, the Second, announces this. A faint blink of her lashes occurs at that odd pronounciation, but Séverine does not go into correcting Lili in this, merely exhaling through her nose, before the question brought forth makes her smile turn a little thoughtful and give a somewhat enigmatic reply. "My own debut? I might tell you of it, at some point, but hardly before your have experienced your own. Each debut is unique, and it should be planned and a theme chosen to fit the debuting novice. Even if it flatters me, that you might wish to find inspiration in my tales… it is not I who will be the focus of sch considerations, but you, Lili. As I said. We need to have that talk soon. But not here. Not in the foyer of the salon where patrons will most likely soon arrive, seeking entertainment. Let me say this. Gather your thoughts and consider your ideas, and we shall discuss them. And I will use the experiences from previous debuts to determine the details with you. The theme. What sort of gown you will wear. Your entrance, and how we will present you." Even so, when Lili moves to resume her chores, Séverine does not stop her. With a quick glance about the foyer, the Second states, "You are. I believe the salon looks already fine enough and ready to receive visitors."

Lili blinks a few times and lowers her eyes, pouting and looking more than a little disappointed at first when her request to hear the tale of Severine's debut is, for now, at least, denied. But the disappointment quickly fades to almost nothing with a small sigh, and her lips pull up into a girlish smile. "Yes, of course, mademoiselle," she says, nodding her agreement, despite the clear sense that she'd gladly listen to the tale right here and now if offered. There's a small lean to one side and a quick glance towards the entrance, just to make sure no visitors have snuck in unnoticed, as silly as that notion might sound. None have, of course, and her attention is quickly fully back on Severine. "I am sorry, I am just excited, I wasn't thinking." Not that anyone would accuse her of that at the best of times… "I will write down my ideas and get them out of my head, at least, and hopefully one of them will be something we can work with," she says, looking pretty sure that her ideas are good but demure in her confidence as always. "Do you know when you might have time to speak more?" The question comes even as the novice moves to finish the sweeping. She doesn't manage to get more than a few sweeps in before Severine declares that the salon looks good enough to receive visitors, causing Lili to stop and look back between the broom and the Second a few times, not looking fully sure whether to continue or go put the broom away and get ready to welcome potential visitors. "Can I…?" she inquires, tilting her head to one side a little and looking at Severine expectantly with those big eyes, a happy little smile already tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Yes." Séverine dismisses the novice with a smile that is not without a hint of amusement. "You may put the broom away and prepare for your usual chores." Such as, greeting visitors, taking their cloaks and providing them with a drink and mayhaps conversation. As for the rest… it is often the way of Naamah's Service to stir curiosity and not sate it too readily, and in this, the Second seems to deal with Lili's enthusiasm to know in the same way. "Perhaps, soon…", her encouraging look of stormy grey eyes seems to imply. A last quick glance is given the foyer, before Séverine heads towards the door that leads out to the gardens.

After all, there is still a matter to be settled with a novice named Bernard…

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