(1312-06-12) A Sketch of a Rose
Summary: Alienor explains to Boniface her change in fortunes; he buys a rose sketch she's done.
RL Date: 2020-06-12
Related: The Last Few Coins
alienor boniface 

Jardins d'Eisheth — Marsilikos

Tranquility and beauty of nature is what those coming to the gardens of Eisheth usually seek. There is a playfulness in the arrangement of paths through the greenery, and the way four of them wind to the center, where there is a pond surrounded by a few elm trees, beside an area with wooden benches and tables beneath an arbor, where ivy winds about wooden posts, and a roof of colorfully glazed tiles offers shelter from the sun but also moderate rain.

Bushes are trimmed, and the green is kept short, so that people coming here can enjoy the dramatic view over the coast all the way to the sea, with the harbor and the citadel slightly to the north. Slightly towards the south and close by is the infirmary with the herb garden beside, where a variety of plants used for healing and treating certain illness are grown under the immaculate care of the healers. Towards the east, a path leads towards the temple district, where the dominant structure of the Temple of Eisheth looms, the white marble shimmering almost otherworldly on late afternoons, when it catches the warm, orange light of the setting sun.

It is a spring evening. The weather is cool and fair.

It is a cool spring evening, and the weather has not particularly decided whether it'd like to be clear or overcast, clouds flying past through the sky carried by a pleasant breeze. Alienor's summery white dress billows as she walks through the gardens with her sketchbook, looking for interesting botanical subjects to draw. She is followed by a chaperone and a pair of guards in Rose Sauvage livery.

A cool spring evening is a perfect time for a stroll, it would seem- and that's just what Boniface is doing. The young man walks alone, no guards or soldiers or really any other entourage. He is, of course, accompanied by his ever present smile though!

Becoming aware of Boniface's presence as he strolls closer to her, Alienor turns to offer him a curtsey. "My lord," she greets with a demure smile. "I hope that you are doing well. It has been some time since I have seen you."

Boniface's smile brightens just a little bit when Alienor makes her presence known- and he dips his head in greeting. "Oh, hey Alienor!" he says, giving the girl a friendly wave, "Yeah- it has been a little bit. You've been faring well, I hope?"

"I've been faring. Life's been… different lately. I'm preparing to leave the Rose Sauvage, and I'm not entirely certain what the future will bring," Alienor admits a bit shyly, pressing her sketchbook carefully against her so that she can focus more fully on him.

Boniface quirks his lips together as he considers that, his smile dampening just a little bit. "Leaving so soon? It seems like you just had your debut," he says, "That's.. something." Really, he seems a little bit at loss there.

"There was an incident, and…" Alienor shifts uncomfortably. "Anyway, they don't think that I'm entirely capable of serving properly as a White Rose anymore. I'm too… I don't know, demanding? I don't know if I'll continue to work as a Servant of Naamah, but I also don't know what else I'll do with myself." She looks down and away and sighs. "I did enjoy our time together, though."

"Demanding? That's.. an odd way to put it. I don't think you were very demanding," Boniface sounds, well, just a little bit confused, "What of your marque? Is it being sold to a different salon or something of the like? Or are you free?"

"I will be free," Alienor replies, sounding a bit awkward, though it seems it's a bit of an awkward situation. "They have provided me with enough money to finish the marque, plus room and board until it is finished." She looks up at him a moment. "I never needed to be demanding with you. I never had to tell you no. You were always respectful. You were my favorite patron." She looks down, then. "I am not permitted to take assignations at this time, though."

There is a little bit of a smile when she names him her favorite. "I enjoyed our time together too," he responds, his voice soft and quiet before it brightens a little bit, "But now you're free! Free to make your own choices and find your own way in the world. I'm.. I'm a little envious of that. And if you need help while you're figuring that stuff out, I'll be happy to do what I can."

"I have a friend, who is letting me have my own room," Alienor says, as if this is the most incredible thing. But then again, it may be, for a girl who's never not lived in a dormitory or with a bunch of siblings. "My benefactor is helping me through things. She is incredibly kind. But I shall still have to figure out how to earn my keep. I cannot ask her for coin. And I spent my last on kahve. Worth it, though."

"Well, I can certainly give you some money, if that's what you need," Boniface points out with the flippancy of someone whose never worried himself about money his entire life, "I'm glad you've got a place to stay though. That's very important."

"Yes, I am staying with the Dowager Vicomtesse de Rothéneuf. She's been very kind to me, but I don't want to be a burden on her. And I'm not asking for money. I just need to clean up some sketches I sold and then I'll have a bit," Alienor says with a little shake of her head. "Everything I've ever owned ere now has gone towards my marque, more or less. A little held aside for some pretty lace or a cup of kahve."

"Then let me buy a sketch from you," Boniface says with a little bit of a smile, his hand resting on his hip, "If it'll get you more kahve."

"Do you want a flower?" Alienor wonders curiously as she turns to stand closer to him so that she can show off her sketchbook. It is largely plants and garden scenes, with some faceless fashion sketches as well. "Or I could draw you something of your choice?"

"Whatever you'd like to draw, or sell me, is fine," Boniface says, looking at the sketches she shows them, "These are pretty good."

To be fair, her roses in particular are really quite good, almost as if she'd been drawing them for years and years, and she takes out a little tool to separate the page from the sketchbook with a patient and clean line. "Here you are," Alienor says to Boniface with a gentle smile. "I hope that you like it and will think of me."

And Boniface reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little pouch of coin. He glances inside it briefly, before offering it to her in exchange for the rose sketch. Of course, its more than one would expect to pay for a drawing, but then that was the young vicomte's plan all along. "Thank you. It's very lovely."

Alienor stares for a moment at the money, clutching it in her hand, and then she bursts into tears. "Thank you," she says with much gratitude. "Thank you so much. I could kiss you, you are so kind. I would kiss you, but my chaperone would step in, and that wouldn't end well."

Boniface offers her a bright smile, even as she starts crying. "Well, perhaps when you're your own woman, you can give me that kiss," he suggests, helpfully, reaching out to pat her hand, heedless of her chaperone. It's pretty innocent after all. "Or not! The choices will be yours!"

"I would," Alienor says, glancing over her shoulder at the glaring chaperone, and she whispers, "If more of my patrons were like you, I'd still be an adept."

Boniface gives her a little smile at that. "Alas, not everyone can be like me. Its one of the world's great moral failings," he says, a teasing lit entering his musical voice.

"You're a very kind man, and I hope that I can spend time in your company in the future," Alienor says softly. "I think my chaperone is going to stare at me until one of us spontaneously combusts, so I should probably get going. But thank you. I hope you enjoy the rose."

"I'll be around, I'm sure," Boniface says, giving her a little wave and a soft smile, "And I look forward to seeing you again! Take care and be safe!"

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