(1312-06-17) I Don't Cause Trouble
Summary: Indeed, Alienor just sits sweetly sipping her kahve.
RL Date: 17/06/2020
Related: Other scenes with these characters.
boniface alienor 

La Perle Noire — Grand Plaza

The face this establishment shows to the Grand Plaza is a window display of coffee beans in a fantastic blown-glass vase, against figured silk which changes with the seasons; and a pair of heavy oaken doors guarded by a swarthy, bearded, well-muscled man in Ephesian costume, who bows patrons out of Terre d'Ange and into a foreign land redolent of fine coffee and cinnamon and tobacco, lit by countless candles suspended each in a gleaming glass lantern from a ceiling that billows with ruby-red silk and cloth of gold. Layered carpets of many colours, intricately woven and warmed in winter by a hypocaust, soften the music of pipes and drums and mandolins that filters through this sanctuary of civilised pleasures. Here a friendship might be forged or renewed, a deal struck, or a day simply whiled away in Eastern opulence and ease, amidst the red and the gold and the smoke.

In the middle of the main lounge is a raised circular stage upon which an horologist's glass marks the lapse of two hours between performances by Ephesian dancing girls, or minstrels singing joyously in the tongue of that land, or even a local d'Angeline bard telling tall tales. Low tables of dark wood radiate therefrom, surrounded by lounging cushions and richly-upholstered divans; the outermost are set in alcoves which may for privacy's sake be screened by shimmering silken curtains. If one desires amusement, one may summon at any hour alluring dancers whose brass finger-cymbals chime to accent the undulations of their hips. If one wishes to smoke, one may command a water pipe. But the true business of the house is the coffee. Perfumed young men in loose trousers and embroidered tunics move to and fro like angels dispensing this liquid mercy: strong, fragrant, frothing kahve, brewed cup by cup from the fine-ground black pearls of Ephesium, served in elaborate copper vessels beside tall glasses of pure spring water and plates of esoteric and delectable foreign sweetmeats.

Several sets of doors at the rear of the lounge lead away to the kitchens; to a stairway ascending toward smaller chambers which may be reserved for private parties; and outside into a courtyard, open in fair weather.


At the moment, Alienor is sitting alone. There's a mostly finished cup of kahve resting before her, as well as a half-eaten kunefe. She looks pensive at the moment, but her posture is quite rigid. She still wears white, a loose gown cut to let air circulate against her back, good for warm spring nights as the heat of summer approaches, and her veil is shortened a bit so that she can eat and drink without fussing with it.

Boniface does not look pensive. Pensive isn't something the usually very cheery young man does. And true to character, he looks cheery enough as he strolls into the Perle Noire, a somewhat curious glint in his blue eyes. He's dressed simply- not for a night out or anything but since he -is- noble, his clothing is made of fine fabric and a tailored cut. Naturally.

The girl looks up as Boniface passes her, and she smiles a bit at him. "Lord Boniface!" she calls gently, friendly as she tries to get his attention without yelling out at the entire cafe.

"Oh, hey there Alienor," Boniface says- his smile brightening somewhat more when the young woman gets his attention. He turns toward her, stopping at her table, "You seem.. better? I hope so anyway!"

"My marque is finished, and I've moved into the Maignard Residence upon the invitation of the Dowager Vicomtesse of Rothéneuf," Alienor explains softly, smiling up at Boniface. "I'm getting used to freedom, I suppose. Would you like to sit, my lord?"

"Congratulations are in order!" Boniface says as he slowly eases himself into a seat across from Alienor, "Congratulations! Though I probably should have guessed.. since you're former minders are no where to be seen. Which is good."

"Thank you," Alienor says with a blush, then motions to the back where a man in Maignard livery stands, keeping an eye on her in between chatting with other guards of notables. "That fellow is there to keep an eye on me, but he's not so worried if my manners are not perfect. I mean, I care. I like to have good manners, but… he's not a chaperone to disapprove of everything."

Boniface nods his head a little bit as he glances towards the guard, before his eyes drift back to Alienor. "Here to keep you safe, rather than keep you from causing trouble, right? The best kind of guard."

"I don't cause trouble. I'm a very good girl," Alienor says with a perfectly innocent smile and big doe eyes, watching Boniface easily. "You should order yourself some kahve. And a kunefe, if you like something sweet."

Boniface rolls his eyes- though the expression is exaggerated and meant in jest. "Riiiight. Always so good and perfect," he says smirking a little bit before nodding, "Kahve it is then. I don't think I've tried it."

"It's bitter and rich but delicious," Alienor explains, motioning over one of the servers who comes to take Boniface's order, carrying his metal tray suspended from a handle by four curving bars.

"Bitter and rich but delicious. Sounds like some people I know," Boniface says, teasing a little bit as he places an order- for pretty much your most basic cup. "Generally, I'm not a fan of bitter of things. But I have made exceptions!"

"Well, I am neither bitter nor rich," Alienor says with a little laugh, extremely careful of her back and how she sits at this point. "I would have no idea regarding delicious. That sounds improper!"

Bonfice meets her gaze, amusement flickering his light blue eyes. "Oh, I can vouch to your deliciousness, Alienor," he points out with a little smile, "And your sweetness as well!"

Alienor blushes deeply at this and turns her gaze away, a little embarrassed and quite demure. "I always enjoy spending time with you, my lord," she says softly. "I am glad you remember it fondly also."

All part of her charms. "How could I not!" Boniface says, leaning back as he laughs a little bit, musical joy in his voice, "You're definitly one of my favorites."

"I'm glad," Alienor replies a bit shyly, pleased by his joy, and she looks back to him almost hopefully. "When my back heals a bit, perhaps I can show it off to you."

Boniface gives her another little bit of a smile, meeting her gaze again when she looks back at him. "Sure! I think that can be arranged without -too- much difficulty!"

"Right now, though, I need to heal. The tragic thing about one's marque being on one's back is that one can never really study it. Enjoy its lines. Hopefully, when it heals, it will be beautiful," Alienor murmurs thoughtfully.

"I'm sure it will be lovely," Boniface says offering her another smile, "I've yet to see an ugly marque." And yes, Boniface has seen quiiit a few in his young days.

"Ah. Yes, I imagine," Alienor replies, blushing again as she looks down and away. "But you've never seen mine. At least. Not finished."

Boniface nods his head at that, laughing softly again. "That's true. And I look forward to it. When you're healed.. of course."

"I have been praying to Naamah for guidance as to whether or not I should continue in Her service," Alienor admits after a moment, her expression slightly more serious. "I suppose you would counsel me to continue."

"No. Do what's in your heart, Alienor," Boniface says, smiling gently, "If you want to be a courtesan still, great. If not, that's great too. Whatever makes you happy."

"I don't know what my heart wants," Alienor admits with a great deal of honesty. "But I have time. Even after I heal, I will have time."

Bonifae nods his head a little bit. "Yeah, you have time, of course. Your life is your own!" he says, before pressing his lips together, "Have you considered becoming a priestess? That might be a good path for you. I -think- Naamah's priests have to be servants first, so you're already ahead of the game."

"I don't think that I could do it," Alienor admits with a little shake of her head. "I don't think I could handle it. I need security. I need to feel less threatened. I need to know no one is going to hurt me."

Boniface frowns a little bit at that, "I didnt think that priestesses got threatened a lot," he says quietly, watching her with some concern in his eyes, "I'm sorry you don't feel safe."

"I mean, courtesans have plenty of protection, and yet sometimes things happen," Alienor says quietly, her gaze on her empty kahve cup now.

Boniface gives a little nod of his head. "Yes, but that's also true about… anyone. Or anything."

"It happens, though, and then you are afraid of the thing that is related to the bad thing happening. You burn your hand on a stove, you know, maybe you take some time off from cooking for awhile," Alienor suggests.

"Of course. Do what's best for you, Alienor. Whenever you figure out what that might be," Boniface suggests, offering her another smile.

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