Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 13, 2016 13:03:39 GMT -8
Reuna envisioned what Len was talking about as she spoke, and a gleam of tears came to her eyes. It sounded perfect. Blinking away the unwanted moisture, she smiled at the Elf and nodded once, firmly. "I think we have a cake, then. Thank you so much, Miss Windsong. We'll see you again soon." Rising from her seat, she shook the Elf's hand, then turned to Edward and Gavin. "Who's ready for lunch?" She was. The cake had been good, but not quite filling enough to count as a proper meal.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 13, 2016 13:09:16 GMT -8
Len beamed, glad to have the approval of the happy couple. Then she glanced at Gavin and chuckled. "It's just 'Miss', little man." A fact that she was starting to come to hate, but that was neither here nor there! She flashed the boy a wink and leaned on the counter, her chin propped up on an upraised hand.
"Green tea and marshmallow cake? Indeed there is. It's a bit of an acquired taste, though. The tang of the tea overwhelms the sweet of the marshmallows, which basically turns the whole thing into a fluffy, sticky, tea-flavored mess. Goes really well with a creamy frosting and a sugary filling, though. Come back soon and I'll have some ready for you, so you can try it, as long as it's okay with your parents." She gave him a grin, then turned to Reuna and shook the sorceress's hand. "Happy to help you folks out. See you in a few weeks." Would she get to attend the wedding? That might be nice. Maybe she'd ask Alecos to go with her...
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131 
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Apr 14, 2016 10:56:38 GMT -8
"Yay! I want an acquired taste! It sounds classy! Oh wait... Mommy, is spinach an acquired taste? Because maybe I don't it after all. Hmm..." Now Eleniel had done it. Gavin would think about this for at least 15 minutes, which for a five year old was an extremely considerable amount of time.
It was probably best they go for lunch now.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 14, 2016 12:48:55 GMT -8
Edward chuckles at Len's response and the effect it has on Gavin. It appears as though they would get a brief reprieve. The questions of a five year old rarely come to an end. With Gavin comfortably nestled in one arms and Reu's hand in his he sets off. It was time to get some lunch. He has heard good things about the Forge Fire from the students so he leads the little party there.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 14, 2016 12:52:08 GMT -8
Taking Edward's hand, Reuna waved a farewell to Len with the other, then followed her fiance and his son out the door. Time for lunch!
<The trio exits>
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 6, 2016 12:04:34 GMT -8
<Quite some time later>
It had been the week prior that she'd met Duke Nicolas Soult and the promise had been made that he would come visit her at her bakery in the city. In that time, not much had changed for Len; sure, she'd rearranged her furniture and given her cottage a thorough cleaning, redecorated a bit, and shed the ghosts of her past as best she was able. But other than that, things were just business as usual. Especially her business. She waved farewell to some of her usual lunch crowd, then breathed a soft laugh of relief. It always got so busy around lunchtime! At least now she'd get a small afternoon reprieve, until the people on their way home at the end of the day stopped in for a last minute dessert or loaf of bread. Taking advantage of this moment, she cleaned up a bit around the main room, retrieving abandoned plates and cups and ferrying them into the washroom. Then she disappeared into the back room, sorting through the items there that were waiting to be moved out into the main area, putting them on trays so as to carry them out en masse in a few minutes. She was singing softly in Elvish, her sweet voice weaving a picture of fields of flowers waving in a gentle breeze as she bustled about. Running her own business was hard, but she loved every moment of what she did.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 6, 2016 16:28:09 GMT -8
Lord Soult paused as he approached the Bakery. He was certain he had gotten the address right but he was inexplicably nervous. His knights had been left behind, probably getting drunk at a tavern or a brothel some where. He, on the other hand, was way over dressed for this. Had he been thinking, he would have changed before coming to the Bakery, but he hadn't been, and now he was dressed to meet a king...which is what he had been doing prior to this, or at least that had been the plan. The King was out in the Land-Tiller's State, so his treaty would have to wait.
With a sigh and a mental reminder to himself that he was Lord Soult and there was no reason to be nervous, he pushed the door open to the Bakery. He called out after not seeing anyone in the main room.
"Hello?"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 6, 2016 17:14:03 GMT -8
Hearing the bell over the door jingling, Len cursed and brushed the flour dust from her pale blue skirts. Just as she was about to call out and alert whoever it was that she would be out in a moment, she heard a voice. A familiar voice. She perked up and hurried out of the room with a bright smile, and as soon as she spotted Nicolas, she lit up, her heart tumbling over in her chest in a fluttery manner. Oh. That was.. probably not good. She shouldn't be so happy to see him, should she?
"Nicolas! Hello!" She came around the counter to greet him properly, beaming up at the man with an utterly delighted expression. "Did you have a safe and pleasant journey into the city? How was your meeting with the king? It's so good to see you." Realizing that she was babbling, she blushed and covered her cheek with a slender hand, unknowingly leaving a smudge of flour upon her skin just below her right eye. "Sorry, I tend to talk too much when I'm excited." Yes, she was excited to see him. Part of her had been certain he wouldn't come around again, and she was so glad to be proven wrong.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 6, 2016 18:51:33 GMT -8
As soon as he saw her his nervousness melted away and he returned her smile with a brilliant one of his own. He strode forward confidently, taking her hand in his and kissing it respectfully.
"It warms my heart to see you again Eleniel. And we can get to all that later, but I was not able to meet with King, he is currently in the Land Tiller's State on a diplomatic mission."
He looked and appeared even happier than when they last met, and his eyes shone as they met hers. He had been looking forward to this for a week, and that he could not meet with the King only meant he had more time to spend with her.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 6, 2016 19:32:13 GMT -8
Her blush darkened as he took her hand and kissed it, and Len laughed softly. He was so sweet. "Is he? I don't know how I didn't know that. But I'm so happy that you were able to stop by. Please, have a seat." It took her several long moments to realize that she was still holding his hand, and once it hit her, she pulled her hand free with an embarrassed look. She gestured for him to sit wherever he pleased, and made to join him - but then she paused, remembering the special treat that was waiting in her back room just for him.
"Oh! I almost forgot. Yes, please, sit wherever you choose, I will be right back." Her gaze sparkled with mirth and delight as she stepped away and hurried into the back room. She returned several moments later with a plate and a fork, and the plate bore a tiny cake. His favorite cake, in fact, which he would recognize upon the little plate being set down in front of him. Sitting down across from him, wherever Nicolas had chosen to take his seat, she looked at him with an eager expression. "As promised. I hope you like it." She bit her lip, slightly anxious. It was very important to her that Nicolas like her baking, for some reason that not even she could put her finger on.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 7, 2016 5:43:38 GMT -8
He arched his eyebrow at her as she continued to hold onto his hand, laughing warmly as she blushed and realized her mistake. As she ran off to the back room, he milled about, looking for a suitable aeat before finding one close to the counter, further away from the windows. His eyes followed her as she brought back the small cake, unsure if they should follow her progress as she moved so gracefully, or that of the delectable cake. He could smell it as she brought it closer and set it in front of him. Between the smell and the sight it was already promising to be better than anything his bakers were capable of.
It was a chocolate lava cake. Hot fudge in the outside covered the moist, warm...cakey part, and inside of that was a delicious chocolate filling, piping hot and threatening to burst the walls of its cakey confines.
"Thank you Eleniel, it looks and smells delicious!" He took a bite, eyes going wide as he savored the flavor of the first bite. It was phenomenal, best cake he had ever had. Perhaps it was a good thing she wasn't his baker, he would be fatter than his horse if she was.
"This is incredible Eleniel. I have never had anything so delicious in my life. Truly, you are a master of your craft."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 7, 2016 9:32:31 GMT -8
Smell was half the joy of baking, and the visual appeal was oh so important, so Len beamed at this initial appraisal. His wide eyes gave her momentary cause for concern, but the words that soon followed had her veritably glowing with delight. And that was due only in small part to her rosy cheeks and the brilliant smile that claimed her lips. Trying to brush aside her embarrassment at the compliment, she laughed softly and rested her elbows on the table, dropping her chin into her upturned palms so that her fingers could curve over the reddened flesh of her cheeks. It hid them from view, somewhat, which was the intended goal.
"Well, I've had quite a long time to learn from my mistakes and figure out how to do things just right. I'm so glad you like it, though. I must've tried this recipe a dozen times before I felt I'd gotten it just right." She smiled at him, her eyes shining with happiness.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 7, 2016 13:16:07 GMT -8
Her embarrassment went entirely unnoticed by Lord Soult as he did his best to devour the cake. It was, simply put, exquisite, and talking or even looking would distract him from the wonder before him. It took him only a few minutes to finish the cake, and when he was done he sat back in the chair with an incredibly satisfied look on his face.
"Thank you for that! It means a lot that you would put so much time and effort into something for me. I shall have to figure a way to repay you for this kindness."
He stared into her eyes as he thanked her, unwilling to break eye contact for a few moments as he figured out a way that he could possibly repay this kindness.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 7, 2016 13:25:08 GMT -8
Len shook her head at his words, closing her eyes only for a brief moment. When they opened once more, she found herself captured by the intensity of Nicolas' gaze, and her breath caught on the words she'd been intending to say. She couldn't make herself look away, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of green, but it was an entirely pleasant sensation. Chewing upon her lower lip for a few moments, she then smiled shyly, and finally managed to produce the words she'd been trying to express moments prior.
"The only repayment I require is the knowledge that you enjoyed it. Which I've already received. So between that and the pleasure of your company, no matter how brief it may be, my day has been made." Had that been too forward? Len wasn't certain, but she really hoped not. The last thing she wanted to do was make Nicolas think poorly of her.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 7, 2016 14:05:22 GMT -8
He smiled at her once again, before being slightly worried. A brief visit? Of course! She ran a business, she couldn't be spending all day with him, she had her livelihood to care for! How could he have been so dumb. He was lucky enough to arrive when no one else was here. He had been so preoccupied with seeing her again that he hadn't considered she would be busy.
"My dear Eleniel, I must apologize. Before coming here, I had assumed that you would be free for the entirety of the day. I had not intended my visit to be brief, and I will be here at least through tomorrow, as my Knights are undoubtedly availing themselves of the local taverns."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 7, 2016 14:11:04 GMT -8
Those grey eyes widened in alarm. Why was he apologizing. Then it became clear as he spoke, and Len mentally smacked herself. He'd been hoping to spend the day with her! That thought caused her stomach to tumble pleasantly, and her heart skipped several beats. The Elf let her hands fall away from her face as she shook her head vigorously, reaching across the table toward Nicolas in an attempt to reassure him - the physical gesture being accompanied by her words, which were filled with a rather wry tone, but also excitement.
"There's no need for apologies, Nicolas - not from you, anyway. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I assumed that you would be busy and that our time together would be short." She paused for only a moment, and the smile that appeared on her face then was one filled with delight, an emotion that was mirrored in the warmth of her grey eyes. "I would be more than happy to close up shop for the day and spend as much of it with you as I can, if you still want my company."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 7, 2016 16:10:48 GMT -8
His voice was full of concern, though his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but have a wide smile on his face.
"You should not be apologizing either, it was a simple miscommunication is all. Though if you are willing to close up shop just to spend the afternoon with me...are you sure that you can afford to do that? I wouldn't want you to have to beg on the streets for food just to spend time with me, flattered as I would be for that."
He paused for a moment, trying to figure out if he had accidentally just insulted her, then decided he wouldn't know if he had, and she seemed reasonable enough to understand that he was jesting slightly, but also wanting to make sure she could still take care of herself.
"And I can honestly think of no one whose company I would rather have today than yours Eleniel."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 7, 2016 16:43:47 GMT -8
Len shook her head, dispelling that notion, and laughed softly. It was really quite sweet of him, to be so concerned about her business.. or, well, about her, rather, but that was neither here nor there. "It won't bankrupt me to close early, I promise you. Though I do appreciate your concern over my welfare. Just let me tidy up a few things and I'll close shop, and then I'm yours for the remainder of the day." Realizing how that might sound, she blushed vividly as she stood, taking the plate which had once held his cake. She bustled about, putting things to right, and made sure the preservative enchantments were secure, before hurrying upstairs to turn off the magical ovens. She also took this opportunity to make sure she was flour-free and that her hair wasn't a frightful mess, briefly primping herself in a mirror upstairs.
When she descended the steps once more and moved over to Nicolas, it was with a spring in her step and a brilliant smile upon her face as she ushered him out the door, locking it behind them. The key was deposited into one of the pockets of her dress, and then she gestured expressively. "And there we have it. I'm yours to do with as you will, Your Grace." She'd decided that was her teasing nickname for him, probably evident by the mirth flickering within her eyes.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 7, 2016 19:05:55 GMT -8
He took the opportunity to snag a cupcake while she was upstairs, leaving in its place a small pile of gold coins that were likely more than enough for the cupcake, but it was more than worth it. He watched with a mischievous grin on his face as she came down, doing his best to finish the cupcake before she noticed.
He swallowed the last bite and walked over to her, only to be ushered out as she locked up the bakery. As she locked the door, he brushed the last few crumbs off his coat before turning to face her.
He gave her a half-serious look as he responded to her, his tone mostly joking, but there was hint of...wishfulness in there.
"Do with as I will eh? You may regret that Eleniel, what if I were to pull you up onto my horse and ride off in to the sunset? I have so many options to choose from...tell you what, since its your home city, why don't you pick what we do first? I have only a passing familiarity with the city anyway."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 7, 2016 19:29:26 GMT -8
Those misty eyes rounded in surprise as Nicolas spoke, and her lips formed into an 'O' of surprise, even as her cheeks filled with a blush. Pull her up onto his horse and ride off into the sunset..? Eleniel lowered her gaze and tilted her head down slightly as she felt a smile curling across her lips. That was.. well. It was quite flattering. She could tell, despite his joking tone, that there was a bit of desire to do just that. She bit her lip and peered up at him through her lashes, then responded quietly.
"Well, there's a delightful market that always has interesting things to see. Perhaps we could roam around there for a bit, take in the sights?" She casually tucked her hand into the crook of his arm, then raised her head and gazed fully up at him, her eyes shining. "..As for riding off into the sunset.. let's revisit that idea at a later date, shall we?" Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she suggested this, and behind her smile, there was a cautious optimism that spoke of a desire to one day get to that point.
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