(1310-07-20) Business Endeavors and Social Interactions
Summary: Newcomers to the city meet by chance in Marsilikos' bustling Market Promenade, in which new connections are formed and potential business deals are struck.
RL Date: Fri July 20, 2018
Related: None
isabelle ailene arianne thaddeus maximilien arion roseline 

Market Promenade

Two massive promenades, separated by a narrow row of alternating planters and plinths supporting marble statues from all over the known world, make up a marketplace that extends in a narrow space far to the north of the grand plaza to the south. Each walkway is two two-meter marble slabs wide, one gleaming white, the other greyish-blue, and they alternate to and fro in coloration all the way down each promenade, their intersections marked with a series of equal-armed crosses in shimmering black stone. While there is plenty of space for vendors to set up ad-hoc establishments to hawk their wares, to each side of the double promenade are stoa of fluted marble, holding up a terra-cotta tiled roof over a shady, cool walkway, punctuated here and there with doorways and windows open to a long series of indoor shops, each marked with a hanging sign outside the door.

Every twenty meters or so, five stairs lift the level of the promenade as the marketplace works its way uphill, to a smaller plaza at the northern end where all the most exclusive and expensive shops are established. This smaller plaza also has an obelisk of red granite in the middle; it's shorter, and more slender, but when the change in elevation is taken into account, its tip is at the exact same height as the massive obelisk in the town square to the south.

It is a summer day. The weather is warm and sunny.


There appears to be some sizeable activity in front of the tailor's shop that has remained a staple in the city's marketplace for quite some time, the unmistakable sounds of nails being driven into wood adding to the pleasant cacophony of Marsilikos' thriving commercial center. In this vicinity, the brine from the ocean mingles with the tang of fresh varnish, carpenters and masons milling around the building, though through the ensuing, organized chaos, what is happening is rather apparent to those who are observant - Courtly Couture is presently going under significant renovations.

And in the heart of it is a woman, noticeable immediately if not just because of what she wears amidst this troop of workers - tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed, clad in an exquisitely tailored longcoat fashioned out of Menekheten cotton - clearly to offset the heat of the summer - and dyed an eye-catching cerulean with brass buttons and a large collar, pulled over a white shirt with subtle, but intricate and delicate embroidery, and with cuffs adorned with lace. Slim-fitting black riding breeches are tucked into long boots that pull up over the knee, with heels thin enough to pierce through a body. Bound hair, dark with gold and bronze notes is accessorized by a small hat pinned against rich chocolate tresses. The overall effect, in the end, is a look that is both sharp and feminine.

Those who know her best would claim that is how Isabelle de Valais prefers it, but such personages are a few in number.

The prodigal daughter of House Valais is steeped in the machinations of her work, a hand propped on a slender hip and dark eyes turned to a sheet of rolled out vellum planted upon a workbench, an impeccably-manicured fingertip tracing over the fine-etched lines of the plans before her. Lips purse in thought, and as the man next to her dips his head to engage in some manner of private congress with the woman, there's a brisk nod.

"White, for now," she says, slim, long-legged figure straightening up. "Black lettering for the sign - clean and simple, yes? The point, my dear, is for the magic and color to occur within."

The architect bows from the waist, and proceeds to relay these next set of orders towards the collective. From the lady, herself, there is a sigh; after a few gestures to indicate that she is stepping away for just a few moments, she pivots on her heel and moves down the street.

—-

The Trevalion twins are out and about, having made their way to the Marketplace. They are young ladies, after all. Both are nearly identical but for their eyes and hair. Ailene, who skips alongside her sister and clearly the more rambunctious of the pair, is crowned in bright red curls which, today, is tied back away from her face. Her eyes are like that of the oceean right before a storm, deep blue-gray. "Oh Ari look at this!" she exclaims and runs ahead to a trinket stall. She picks up a glittering silver chain with a matching arrow charm. "How adorable!" she guashes. "I simply must have it!" She reaches into her silk purse to take out the coin to purchase it, but then suddenly stops and a sly smile appears upon her face. "On second thought." she says happily. "I will buy you out of everything here." She nods towards the two guards that follow she and her sibling. "You may bill it to my brother, the Viscompte de Rouen." She giggles in mirth and looks to her sister, giving her a wink. "I still have to pay him back for what he did yesterday." she tells her. As the jewelery is being packaged, she looks over towards the direction of all the noise. "Oh look!" she says excitedly. "It seems a new shop is to be opening soon!" Her eyes then travel over to the lady giving directions and she headtilts, impressed with her style. "I want to learn how to be so sophisticated!" she says Ari. "She is even wearing men's trousers!" Intrigued, she reaches for Ari's hand to try and tug her along, over to wear the fashionable woman is standing. "I want to meet her!" she says happily.

—-

Two men make their way along the marketplace, discussing some things rather quietly for now. After a few moments, one of them leaves, nodding a few times, before the other man stops as he looks in the direction of that tailor's shop and the happenings in front of it. "Interesting," he mutters to himself, as he remains observing for now. As the lady starts moving down the street, he offers her a smile and a nod. "A lovely day," he offers, before he notices the other two ladies, studying them a bit carefully for a few moments.

—-

Maximilien's greeting earns him a nod and a tilt of her head. "Indeed, my lord, they say Terre D'Ange is at its most beautiful during the summer," she returns - he could be anyone, anything, but those eyes serve her well, falling on the cut of his clothes and determining, immediately, that he is no commoner. But before she can say anything else, the exclamation and the comment regarding her trousers causes her to turn and regard the next two arrivals.

Twins, it looks like, with the midday sun above their heads setting fire to their hair and causing eyes like gems to gleam, both blessed with the much-coveted D'angeline flawlessness by way of complexion. Isabelle's dark, gold-flecked eyes rest on the angelic faces before her with the assessing glance of one who is unerringly drawn to beauty no matter where she finds it; sharp, yes, but it is not critical by any means and the eagerness present in their identical expressions softens her businesslike air into something infinitely warmer, and the pliant line of her mouth gives way to a smile as brilliant as distant stars, and one that cuts as sharply as any blade.

"My ladies," she greets, voice devoid of anything resembling girlishness, syllables wreathed with smoke and reminiscent of candlelit rooms and the taste of cognac. "Forgive me, but I cannot help but overhear. I am Isabelle de Valais, niece of the Comte de Digne." Her hand lifts to touch lightly over her heart, and a slight dip of her be-hatted head.

—-

Ailene , her sister's hand in hers, skips over to the stylish woman, clearly not the least bit shy at all. She smiles widely at Isabelle, her girlish face full of open friendliness as she offers a polite curtsy. "Good day." she greets and also turns her radient smile to the man who has also appeared. "I am Lady Ailene de Trevalion." she says. "And this is my twin sister, Arianne." Arianne also offers a curtsy, though she seems the more shy of the two and blushes prettily. "A pleasure to meet you." the shy one says softly, but then tugs lightly upon her sister's arm, and whispers something before turning apologetic. "I am afraid you must escuse me, however." she says. "I must get to the apothocary before it closes." She curtsies again in farewell. "I hope to meet you both properly in the future however." She then smiles, her face also full of eager friendliness, before turning to head down the street. One of the guards follows after her.

Ailene waves to her sister and then turns back to Isabelle and the man. "As my sister has just said." she tells them. "I am very pleased to meet you both." Her face then turns towards the building. "Is this shop yours?" she asks Isabelle. "

—-

Maximilien smiles, nodding a bit as he hears that. "True. At least it's the most beautiful lands I have been to in the summertime." He pauses again, watching the other ladies a bit carefully. Offering a smile to them both before Arianne departs, he looks to Ailene again then, and also to Isabelle. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he offers to them all, before he adds, "I'm Lord Maximilien d'Essoms."

—-

There is a nod of her head, courteous to a fault, when Arianne declares her intentions to visit the apothecary and with a brief glance at the young lady leaving their company, she returns her attention to the red-haired twin.

It has been a year or more since she has set foot upon the land of her birth, but the name has the elegant arches of her brows lifting faintly. "Trevalion," Isabelle repeats. "You are far away from home, my lady. I have fond memories of Azzalle and Pointe des Soeurs in particular, though I seem to have a certain appreciation for cities by the sea. Are you here in Marsilikos for long, then, or are you simply visiting? I was just trading words with my lord that we are having a particularly beautiful summer - if it is a visit, you've not come at a better time."

Her head tips over her shoulder at the busy storefront. "Newly acquired, yes. I intend to transform it into a house of haute couture," she explains to the young Trevalion. "As well as a functional gallery for my work. If there is anything I learned in my travels is that there is an increasing demand for hand-wrought and heavily customized high fashion and while I've enjoyed a growing appreciation for my designs abroad, I've been told I would be remiss if I didn't expand in my home country."

Maximilien's introduction, too, is given its due attention, and her smile turns his way. "I have fond memories, as well, of Namarre." Mischief glints in her eyes. "Though they're certainly not as vivid. Wine country, and all, and I do tend to partake unapologetically."

—-

Ailene offers up a grin to Max. "Ah another one not of Eisande." she says. "I suppose we must have been drawn here by some force. Perhaps it is because of the beautiful summer weather, as you both say." She clears her throat a bit and fixes her posture, standing straighter and doing her best to affect an aura of maturity in front of these two sophisticated people. "My sister and I are here long term." she explains. "It is the first time we have been away from home, though. Our brothers and cousins have been here for a while, however, and are looking after us. Augustin in particular." As Isabelle talks of her business plans, as well as mentioning that she travels, it is hard for Ailene to remain in her affected mature pose. Her eyes start twinkling and she ever so slightly begins to bounce upon the balls of her feet, clearly getting excited the more she hears. "Oh how wonderful!" she exclaims, not being able to hold out any longer. She claps her hands together. "It just so happens that I am extremely interested in fashion! In fact, one of the things I was looking forward to upon arriving here is to purchase a brand new wardrobe. I mean, look at this so very countrified outfit I am wearing now!" She sighs dramatically and looks down, indicating her dress. "I look like child, do I not?" She twitters for a moment or two more, not even stopping to catch her breath as she hurls out questions, such as "When do you plan to open?", "Will you make special orders?", and finally, "Will you also have trosers such as the ones you are wearing now?" Clearly she is a talkative little thing, full of questions and curiosity. She finally stops, so as to let poor Isabelle try and answer her barrage of questions, and notices Thaddeus appear out of the corner of her eye. She looks from him, to the guard, to the trinket stall and back again, biting her lip before giving the guard with her a shh.

—-

"I have fond memories of home as well," Maximilien replies to Isabelle, words kept a little lightly, before he smiles at Ailene as well. "For me, it was trade. My brother handles our dealings in the north, while I handle them down here. It's rather interesting things," he expains, looking around and notices Thaddeis, offering the man a brief nod and a smile, if he should be glancing up. His attention then goes back to Isabelle. "It sounds like an excellent idea," he offers.

—-

Ailene's gestures to her clothes earns from Isabelle that rich, low laugh once again, her earlier blazing grin returning - enough to chase an errant dimple from her left cheek. "I wouldn't be so severe on your appearance, my lady," she begins. "Especially when you're at an age in which your beauty is on the cusp of blossoming. You are at the fine point where the girl in you is left behind, paving the way for the woman you will become." The prodigal daughter of House Valais takes a few steps back with those impossible heels, a knee bending slightly; elegant fingers lift to touch her chin as dark eyes move down the outfit that the young red-haired lady wears, lips and its wine-red stain pursing faintly in thought. "Still, we can certainly improve upon the silhouettes and the color…" That mischievous flare returns to her eyes. "Between you and me, my lady, I find most of my inspiration in my patrons, themselves - for instance, were I to be your consultant in such things, I would be leaning towards colors that bring out the hints of gold I see in your predominantly red hair and the slightest bits of silver in your otherwise blue eyes. And while I am uncertain as to when the renovations will be completed - I /am/ rather particular, much like any artist worth their salt - the foundations of my work are heavily reliant on private consultations, so you can say /everything/ that comes out of my head is a special order. I can offer you a private consult, if you would like, and show you my portfolio - and if everything is to your standards, we can converse further about what you would like in a complete collection."

And regarding the trousers: "And yes, trousers. They do not have to be /completely/ a man's purview." Maximilien is given a conspiratorial wink at that. "I have it on good authority that one of the duchesse's nieces favors them, as they're more suited to all manner of adventure. It so happens that I feel the same way, as they're less cumbersome to ride horses in."

The nod from the man has her diverting her gold-flecked stare, momentarily, to Thaddeus, though she continues on her conversation. "Though you are all certainly very kind to indulge me," she says, her laughter more implied by the way she addresses her companions than a timbre actually heard. "I can talk about fabric and color theory all day."

—-

Thaddeus watches them with a little chuckle, and then he licks his lips as he sees his family making his way towards her with a nod of his head, and then he smiles at Ailene."Hello there, how are you my dearest family?" His voice is musical, and then he nods towards Isabelle, with a wide smile, and a little bow."Hello to you as well, and it is a pleasure to meet a new faces. I'm Thaddeus Trevalion it is a pleasure, to meet each of you of course."

—-

Ailene listens to Isabelle raptly, absolutely fascinated by this woman and her espressive words. She nods empatically to her when Isabelle offers her a consultation. "Oh yes, I would like that ever so much!" she exclaims, once again bouncing in her still girlish excitement. "My sister too, course!" she adds. "We do absolutely everything together, after all." As to the trousers, her eyes widen even more. "I love to ride!" she says. "So besides looking extremely stylish, as you say they would be very practical and functional as well. I simply must have a pair. Or three." Her cheeks turn pink as she thimks of all the possibilities. "I am sure my brother will pay for everything." she adds. "He cannot let his beloved sisters go about socializing without the proper attire." She nods, her mind made up. "Let's do it!"

It is then Thaddeus walks over and she clears her throat, but offers him a big smile. "Good day dear cousin." she greets him warmly. "I am just here finding new ways to spend Auggie's money." she says with a laugh. "These are my new friends, Lady Isabelle de Valais and Lord Maximilien de Essoms."

—-

Maximilien smiles, "True." That offered to Isabelle's words about the trousers. "One of the Duchesse's nieces, you say?" It's offered a bit lighlty, before he's unable to hold back a chuckle as he listens with a grin. "Right now, I'm glad I'm not your brother, Lady Ailene," he offers, with a chuckle. He pauses again as he looks over to Thaddeus. "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Thaddeus," he offers.

—-

"And your lovely sister as well," Isabelle affirms, though mention of her older brother has her smiling ruefully. "Your lord brother sounds like the indulgent sort, though I would advise, at the very least, to speak to him first before investing in my work." She appears visibly charmed by the young lady, however, for she stoops from her height to murmur in Ailene's ear, as if imparting upon her a most important secret. "But I will pay you a visit anyway, regardless, and indulge your curiosity about the possibilities."

She straightens at that, in time to face the newest addition to their growing collective, and the wide smile directed her way is responded with her answering own. "Well met, my lord. As your delightful young cousin says, I am Isabelle de Valais, niece of the Comte de Digne. You just caught us talking about the summer and the details of my work."

Maximilien's query regarding one of the duchesse's nieces has her smiling faintly. "Yes. Lady Carenza Mereliot is a fan of such alternative fashion, though it is not surprising to me, by reputation she is a bit of a forward thinker. It just so happens that in this regard, I happen to agree with her preferences. Though that isn't to say I have something against dresses. I have an equal fondness for them and should the Lady Ailene commission me with her brother's permission, she and her sister will have as many as their hearts desire."

—-

"I see this is my first summer here, and I'm tend to be on boats, but my new duty called me here." Thaddeus's voice is soft and his hands resting on his belt, his fingers wraped around it tight enough that the flesh is white, and then he sighs softly."I have meet many a new faces ,and a few from my past, so far it has been a fun trip, now then what is your works?" His eyes on Isabelle's for a moment, and then he nods towrads Maximilien."Now then, it seems our family is doing a get togther, I may have to stop by, I shall bring the wine."

—-

Ailene smirks a bit at Max. "I am sure some days he feels the same." she replies to him with a laugh. "I daresay I make his life more interesting, however." Her smirk relaxes into a grin as she turns back to Isabelle. There is another little laugh. "Ah so you have experience with other spoiled young ladies such as myself." she says to her. "Very fairly put, though." she allows, not the least bit upset that Isabelle has insisted she get Augustin's permission first. "I shall ask him about it and get permission first before placing an order." To Thaddeus, she perks up as he mentions wine. "Oh yes, what a lovely idea!" she exclaims. "WE should make an event out of it. A sort of fashion show, yes?" She looks to Isabelle to see what she thinks. "Of course a private consultation is wonderful, but holding an event might be even better!" She does demure, however. "Of course, it is up to you, my lady, if that would be something you might consider."

—-

"Interesting can be good, depending on the kind of interesting," Maximilien replies with a smile in Ailene's direction, before he nods again at Isabelle's words. "I see," he offers, before he grins at Thaddeus. "Of course, if you need some good wines from Namarre, I know exactly where those can be gotten," he offers, lightly.

—-

"Boats?" An inquiring tilt of her head has Isabelle's gilded stare scrutinizing Thaddeus under a new light. "Navy, then, or more mercantile pursuits?" The lift of the corners of her mouth tempers, apology hinted upon the dewy curve. "I scarcely return to Terre D'Ange myself, but the family business has anchored me upon these lovely shores for now. You will have to forgive me, my lord, if I appear to be scrabbling for old news - I've just arrived a day or three ago. As for the work, 'tis fashion, my lord….artistry with textile functioning as its canvas, and a form in which one lives in every day."

Astute words from Ailene, about spoiled young ladies, has that dark-haired head turning back to the young Trevalion, lips parting for a throaty chuckle. "While I was overseas, I catered to many aristocrats, and while cultures are certainly different from one another across borders, permission before I indulge the young is a constant necessity I had to learn relatively quickly. I tended to accompany my father, given his assignation as the Comte's trusted agent for his business affairs in other countries; to overstep is to reflect poorly upon his efforts and that, of course, would not do."

A fashion show? There's a grin. "Certainly," she remarks. "I intended for such a thing once my storefront and gallery has finished its renovations, though considering the absurd amount of work involved, it won't be for a month or so at least. I offered the consult with this in mind - as you'll no doubt want your new clothes as quickly as I'm able to design them and have my team produce them, should your brother allow." She lifts her fingers towards all three of her companions, her hand empty…

…and with a flourish, produces three delicately engraved cards, as if plucked from empty air; a designer /and/ a magician, of a kind. She extends them to her companions in offerance.

"My contact information, mes amis."

—-

"I'm navy, and trade I run both for my house." Thaddeus nods for a moment, with a soft chuckle."I run them, plot their routes, and then ride along when I'm so honored, but no longer honored in such a fashion." His voice is soft musical, and then he bites his lip softly with a nod of his head."Now that is indeed a concept, and I will help rise the funds for it, for food and drink, and the any supllies that may be needed, that would be an amazing time."

—-

Ailene looks down slightly at Max's words, biting her bottom lip. She does acknowledge the truth to what he says. "I do not always antagonize him." she says, her eyes twinkling. "It just so happens that I owe him a bit of something today, however." A chuckle and then she is turning her attention back to Isabelle. "Oh how marvelous!" she says, once again clapping her hands together as she watches the woman magically pull out three buisness cards. She eagerly takes one and puts it into her silk purse very carefully. "I cannot wait to tell Ari!" she exclaims. "I look forward to the consultation and to your fashion show. I am sure Auggie will give me permission, too." She smiles warmly to Isabelle, liking her immensely. "You should meet my other brother, Vespasien." she remarks. "He is an artist, too." Her attention is pulled quickly, though, by her cousin. Thaddeus has mentioned 'funds'. "Cousin!" she coos, moving a bit closer to him and batting her lashes rather obviously and somewhat awkwardly. "While we were walking in, I caught sight of a perfumerie over there." She points in the direction of the shop. "Later on, do you think I could pick out a scent? Pleeeassseee?"

—-

Maximilien offers a brief grin to Ailene as he hears that. "Well, that's okay, then," he remarks, lightly. "I must say it's an interesting group of people I have met here," he adds, before he takes the offered business card. "Such a show to hand them out," he remarks, before he looks over to see the man he was speaking with earlier. "I'm afraid I will need to speak with my associate over there now. I hope to meet you all again later," he offers, along with polite nods and smiles, before he heads off.

—-

Being the wild thing she is little Roseline floounces into the market wearing a gown that just barely offers a sense of modesty. She seems to have zero issue being dressed as she is. Though, to note, however daring the gown is her back is not exposed. Though, something about her clearly indicates she is a Courtesan. Maybe her style of dress, maybe just the aura she gives off. When she arrives /everyone/ who looks at her is given a brilliant smile and a greeting. She is not sparse with the friendliness.

—-

Arion is strolling through the market with a wicker basket tucked neatly under one arm. The golden haired male wears a drapping shirt of richly dyed blue silk that brings out the intensity of his eyes and reveals the finished marque of Coquelicot that has been inked onto his back. His breeches are a dark stormy gray and he wears a pair of sandals to match. The strangest thing about the young mans attire is the slender blade he carries in a sheath on the belt about his waist. Spotting a gathering outside the tailors shop he arches a brow recognition showing in his eyes as they land on Isabelle. He finishes up his business with a local apothecary paying for a few different herbs and carefully stowing them in his basket before moving over towards the group. He bows politely for the nobles and smiles warmly to each of them before looking to Isabelle. "Lady Valais, it is good to see you again. I hope you are well?" He speaks calmly his tone serious yet sincere his blue eyes warm as they study her. "I'm afraid I have yet to meet your company for today though…" He glances to the others now his gaze intense and curious.

—-

The offer of assistance with respect to raising the funds has Isabelle smiling at Thaddeus. "You're most generous, my lord, and with one whom you just met. And while I'm at a loss as to what I may have done to deserve it, I am all the more motivated to earn it." Those long, deceptively delicate fingers lift once more to touch lightly over her heart, her head dipping low, eyes momentarily obscured by the brim of the hat so fastened atop the dark coils of her hair.

The eager Ailene's effervescence once again pulls a laugh out of her, dark eyes and their gold motes glittering with reflected mirth. With her cards taken, she slips that hand to bracket against the slender flare of her hip, tall figure adopting a casual lean against the frame it makes. "I will meet all the relatives you would wish to throw at me, my lady," she replies, clearly bemused, but indulgent, regardless, to a young woman who has so quickly captured her good graces with her enthusiasm. "It would be an honor, and a pleasure."

Maximilien's remark about a show earns him one of her more mischievous expressions. "Fashion comes with a bit of showmanship, I think. Safe travels, my lord."

She would continue on further, perhaps, but a familiar voice has her turning her head, and her smiles shift to accommodate a certain degree of affection when those dark-and-gold eyes fall on the golden haired youth moving to join them. She extends a long-fingered hand towards him, for him to take. "Arion," she greets. "I would say that I almost didn't recognize you, and regale your ears with unapologetic teasing as to how you've managed to transform into the very embodiment of D'angeline summers while I was away, but it would be a blatant lie." To her companions, she gestures with her free hand. "My lady Ailene de Trevalion, my lord Thaddeus de Trevalion of Azzalle, may I present Arion Delaunay no Coquelicot."

—-

Thaddeus nods slowly, with a little chuckle for a moment."I know so few in this city, and it would be a good way to meet more, also to honor an artist of clothing and magic." His voice is soft, with a wide smile, as he licks his lips slowly, and then a bag is taking out of the larger one placed in his family's hand."Here you go my dearest, a few walking coins to be spent as you see fit, and I hope it is a little bit of wine and a pleasure as well, as good smelling items, but I have a meeting I must away too."

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