(1311-03-21) Further Garden Discussions
Summary: Aurore and Clara have further discussions in the Rose Sauvage gardens.
RL Date: March 21, 2019
Related: Unconventional Exercises
clara aurore 

Gardens - Rose Sauvage

The gardens of La Rose Sauvage offer a different ambience and atmosphere than that of the more oppressive and richly ornate salon. Tall casement windows spill out onto a paved area which gives way to neatly arranged flowerbeds, where a predominance of roses pay homage to the canons encompassed by this salon. The paths are of a dark granite grey which have softened over the years by the enroachment of mosses and lichens, with smaller paths winding off through the beds. It's here along these secluded paths that arborial areas and private nooks might be found, and where privacy is granted to those that seek it through flowering hedges and curtained awnings.

A fountain plays at the centre of the garden, the copper figures of two nude women, long since mellowed to a soft verdigris, spill water from shells into a pool at its base. The main pathway through the garden leads to a terracotta tiled courtyard that sits towards the farthest end, the walls here flanked by creeping ivys which cloak the walls in scarlet and orange during the autumn months. An oiled silk awning hangs over the courtyard to give shelter from both sun and rain, and oil lamps light the area when evening falls.

It is a spring night. The weather is warm and raining.


Clara smiles as she looks over to Aurore, now that it is just the two of them and the others have gone. "May I ask what it is that brought you to the gardens today, if Rose Sauvage is not quite your cup of tea?" She grins. "And I'm trying to be very discrete and not ask what your cup of tea is, so if anyone asks I have been /exceedingly/ good today."

Aurore barks her laughter, "That is true, and a fine bud she is. It is good to see someone so suited to her calling here." She studies Clara's expression, "I will be honest with you. I find that now I have all the independnce I could possily want, I discover I am a little bored. I enjoy an intelligent conversation with people skilled enough to give it. Raphael is much to my taste in this respect, so now and then I stop by to see if he's available." she gives her a merry smile, "Very good indeed unless you'd rather have been naughty." She winks, "Actual tea sounds fine. We might take another turn around the garden while someone readies it, and if you please me, I might tell you the more complicated answer."

Clara nods at that. "I am just beginning to taste some of that independence myself," Clara admits. "I have been…very controlled since I came to the Rose Sauvage when I was 8. I had freedom before that in my grandfather's house, but there's also very little actual freedom for an 8 year old. Mostly if I wore shoes in the house or not," she grins. And then she laughs. "Oh, I am happy to have been good unless there is a purpose to being bad. If you were offering to spank me if I was naughty, then that would be different." She nods. "Of course, I will have them pour tea while we go one more turn." She motions to a novice, who goes out to do it.

Aurore nods, "I was never much one for disciline myself. I was better independant than I was in a House, though with your particular calling, I don't see how one could manage properly without." She hakes her head no, "You are truly lovely, but you are very young." She holds up a hand, "I know you are a full adept. I justmean that my taste in such matters runs older. So what are your favorite things in the garden?"

Clara smiles. "It isn't just about discipline, but about finding release through submitting. When it is done well…it is beautiful, to be able to release yourself and not need to worry about your own desires or wants. But it is not for everyone, I understand." SHe grins. "A full courtesan, in fact," she turns, to display the lovely length of her back and the tattoo there. "But I take your point; and it is yours to decide how you feel and what you like." She hmms, and points to the rose bushes. "I like the rose bushes most of all, I think. They are us, in many ways, from rose buds to full blooms in their own right."

Aurore smiles softly, "Submission was never my gift, though I can see the beauty of it." She admires the marque and the art that Clara must have done to pay for it so young, "Oh! That really is impressive. I could tell you were a cut aboove the young ones I saw here a few weeks ago." She studies the still Winter kissed branches, "Well trained and pruned, but the wilder beauty bursting forth in season."

"Two years in the making," Clara says proudly, smiling. "My mother was one of the first Roses recruited for the salon, before she became a consort to my father; although she was a Thorned Rose, like Messire Raphael," she explains. She nods. "Exactly. Red, white, and thorns and all; although since all thorns have roses I've always wondered about the metaphor. But I don't want to stir the boat too much," she offers wryly.

Aurore chuckles, "Perhaps the peoplemaking the metaphor did not think it through all the way, but more likely it is a deepr truth. Some stoop to conquer."

Clara nods and smiles. "You are likely right," she admits. "But this is my favorite spot; in all likelihood when the Roses in Bloom fete is on, I will be tied up very close to this," she says with a grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

Aurore smiles at her, "I think that will suit you. I'm not sure if the fete is for me. What sort of entertainments are planned?"

Clara beams. "It's partially my idea," she explains, skipping ahead a bit. "We're going to be the roses that are in bloom. One of our new Thorns, Messire Dante, is an expert in rope art; where the person is the art," she adds, almost as an aside. "We are going to rotate being on display throughout the garden, on display, for the visitors to enjoy as art…and possibly to assign with if they desire."

Aurore thinks that over, "I admit, I've never seen rope art. I admre the skill and discipline of thorns, even though my taste doesn't run that way. I may concider coming to see it after all." He long legs allow her to keep up without much effort, "So what do you do when you aren't serving as secretary or rope display? Have you interests outside your work?"

Clara does…not have long legs. She has short legs, in fact. "Oh, I do a lot of arts and crafts. I knit!" She explains. "And I made these." She holds up what looks to be a set of stocks, but in miniature. "Thumb stocks! For your thumbs, or I suppose your big toes. Mobile, and annoying." She grins. "I also sketch, and dance," she lists off. "I don't know why, but I've always been artsy and craftsy."

Aurore looks confused by the knitting at first, but her expression clears once they've been explained, "Ah, clever." She brightens at the mention of dancing, "What sort? Figure dancing or performance or both?""

Clara grins at the look of confusion. "Idle hands are Kushiel's plaything, which is why I try to have them restrained at all times. Barring that, I knit. Hats, hoods, gloves. Most courtesans who retire from the court and have a baby have gotten a baby hat from me." She then nods to the question about dancing. "Both, as well as some spicier ones that I've learned from some more Jasmine inclined friends."

Aurore nods, "I think I would like to see the Jasmine style dance. Perhaps on a future visit." Her guard has appeared and is making a hand signal, "I fear our tea must be cut short after all, but I will make sure you and the House are compensated for your time."

Clara smiles at that, and shakes her head. "Nonsense. One of the benefits to being a full courtesan is that I'm allowed to choose how my time is spent now; I've paid back the debt for my marque, and now I'm much more akin to a business partner or a shareholder in the Salon. It has been my pleasure, my lady; Companions go with you."

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