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 20, 2016 10:28:21 GMT -8
When Nicolas drew away, Len sighed contentedly. That had been wonderful. And when her eyes fluttered open so she could gaze up at him, and she saw him smiling.. she couldn't help herself from smiling back, a warm expression filled with her growing affection for him. The hand in his gave a gentle squeeze, a silent sort of 'Thank you' that also let him know she was most definitely thinking about him. What else would she be thinking about? Morrigan was still singing, although the song appeared to be winding down.. he was the sole focus of her considerable attention. When the song finally ended and the singer moved off the stage, the musicians transitioned smoothly into another melody, and unless Nicolas led them off the dance floor, she'd continue to move with him, lost in their own little world despite the other couples that danced around them.
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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 20, 2016 10:43:56 GMT -8
He would continue to dance with her for a couple more songs, physically aware if the other couples enough to ensure that they would not bump into anyone. The musicians here were fantastic, and he guided her through the next dances with ease until the last song they danced to ended, then he would lead her off the dance floor.
As they stepped off though, he suddenly pulled her close and gave her another kiss, this one a bit more passionate then the last. He had resisted the temptation the rest of the time they had danced, simply enjoying having her so close to him that time, lost in her eyes and not caring at that moment what happened to the world around him.
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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 20, 2016 10:54:08 GMT -8
Those songs, and the dance had during them, were greatly enjoyed; Len spent those lengthy minutes smiling up at Nicolas with a delighted expression, clearly basking in the joy of being in his presence, and in his arms. When they moved off the dance floor, she looked around curiously, wondering where Morrigan and Zaræn had gotten off to, before her gaze returned to Nicolas. Just as she was about to ask him what he'd like to do next, she found herself pulled into his arms and caught in another kiss - this one nowhere near as delicate and nearly-hesitant as the other had been. It was filled with passion, and she breathed a sound that was undeniably one of approval. She wasted no time in sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him back. But she soon became aware of the fact that they were being watched, and she broke the kiss to chuckle softly.
"It would seem we have an audience, Your Grace." Her tone was gently teasing, and she had decided that 'Your Grace' was now her joking pet name for him. Looking up at him, she smiled. "What would you like to do now? Should we partake of that complimentary dessert promised to us, or should we perhaps part ways for the evening?" The latter was the last thing she wanted, although she knew the evening would have to end eventually, and that knowledge was clear in her expression.
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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 20, 2016 11:13:15 GMT -8
He saw her expression and wondered how best to delay their departure, when the idea hit him. He ignored the gazes of those around him, as he had done nothing wrong. Her pet name for him was minirly annoying, but also endearing and so he did not say anything about it.
"I think we should get our dessert first Eleniel. Then go for a walk? It would be very ungentlemanly of me to allow you to walk home alone after all. And if we take the long way...well the stars are so pretty at night."
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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 20, 2016 11:18:33 GMT -8
Her features lit up at his suggestion, and she nodded her agreement as she stepped back slightly, reluctantly extricating herself from the curve of his arms. Her own fell away from their position coiled around his neck, instead falling to her sides.
"That sounds wonderful, although given I live outside the city, I couldn't ask you to escort me all the way home. You can absolutely walk me back to the bakery, however.. and then I'm sure Oerin can handle my safety from there."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 20, 2016 11:21:01 GMT -8
A waiter chose that moment to approach and inform them that a table had been prepared for them on this level, and offered to guide them to it. Should they accept, he'd lead them to a booth tucked away to one side of the room in a little nook. It was on a raised platform, and the booth itself was small, just the proper size for two people to sit close together and cozy. It was semi-screened off from the rest of the room by several layers of diaphanous white curtains hanging between the alcove and the remainder of the floor. Once they were seated, the waiter handed them a dessert menu and stood poised and ready with quill and notebook in hand.
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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 20, 2016 11:42:26 GMT -8
He accepted the offer and followed the waiter, keeping pace with Eleniel and allowing her to enter the booth first. Once she was in he would follow, sitting next to her and gently grasping her hand under the table.
"Would you care to share a dessert Eleniel? I am still feeling a bit full from early and I don't want to overdo it. Anything particular you are in the mood for?"
His offer is sincere, and with the last question he implies that she can choose what it is they dine on for dessert, everything on the menu looked good to him. A smile was threatening to permanently crease his face. He doubted anything could ruin the good mood he found himself in.
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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 20, 2016 14:17:16 GMT -8
Following the waiter, Eleniel slid into the booth and, when Nicolas took her hand, happily threaded her fingers in the spaces between his. Taking the menu, she looked up at him in silent question, asking without words if he was sure, but the look on his face made it clear that his words were entirely sincere. Eyeing the menu for a moment, there was one thing that jumped out at her, and she handed the menu back to the waiter with a wide smile.
"We'll have the tarte tatin.. with two spoons, please." The waiter gave them a knowing smile and departed without writing the order down, leaving them shrouded in privacy in their own little corner of the room. The lighting was dim, but bright enough to see by easily, and gave the area a very intimate air. Eleniel briefly admired their surroundings before her gaze was inevitably drawn back to Nicolas, her grey eyes searching his face. She still almost couldn't believe he'd kissed her - not once, but twice. Her heart fluttered at the very memory. And then she remembered Morrigan and Zaræn - specifically, their behavior, and how expertly they'd maneuvered the two of them into this very situation. The tilt of her lips became mirthful, and then she laughed softly.
"You know, I realize now we were being set up, but I can't be terribly mad at them.. it turned out quite well, after all, don't you think?"
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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 20, 2016 15:10:22 GMT -8
"That sounds excellent Eleniel. I realized it while we were on the dance floor, but like you said, I am quite glad they did. Otherwise we may have just had dinner together, holding hands under the table like a couple of schoolchildren."
He laughed as he spoke, he would have to buy them a drink some time. He doubted he would have kissed Eleniel if they had not intervened, and he was very glad he had done that. It also explained their generosity and the attentiveness of the wait staff to their drinks. They had indeed been played nearly the entire evening to make this happen. He smiled warmly as he took in the sight of Eleniel searching his face, it brought him great joy indeed to be close 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 20, 2016 15:19:19 GMT -8
A soft laugh fell from her lips as Nicolas spoke, and then she shook her head slightly, grinning at him. At least she hadn't been the only one who was suffering from a case of nerves and hesitancy.
"I will admit, I never would've raised the courage to kiss you myself.. I don't know what it is about this, or about you, that makes me feel like I'm doing it all for the first time. Afraid to do one thing wrong and ruin everything." She had an idea about what was influencing that feeling, but she didn't want to bring up her failed romances now. Not when things were turning out so nicely with Nicolas. The hand holding his shifted ever so slightly, just enough to let her thumb caress the back of his hand as she smiled at him.
"Regardless.. I wouldn't have changed this night for the world. It's been a long time since I've felt so.. so..." She struggled to find the right word. She'd never been particularly eloquent, and the alcohol in her system wasn't helping her brain function just now.
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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 20, 2016 16:12:34 GMT -8
"...Happy? Because that's how I feel right now Eleniel. Happier than I think I have ever been in my life, and it is all because of you."
Some color made itself known in his cheeks as he spoke. It had been a long time since he had been able to be so honest with someone, and it was just so easy to be honest around her. He squeezed her hand for a moment and debated kissing her again, but decided against it. He wanted to talk with her a bit, and possibly figure this out.
"One thing wrong? Eleniel, it would take a lot more than one thing going wrong for me to want to stop seeing you."
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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 20, 2016 20:30:09 GMT -8
It shouldn't have been possible for her to light up yet more at his words, and yet, when Nicolas said that she made him happy.. Eleniel could've rivaled the sun for brightness. It took her a few moments to find the ability to speak, and when she did, it was in a soft voice filled with all joy she felt in that moment.
"Yes.. happy is the perfect word. And I'm even more so knowing that you feel the same. I find myself growing.. extremely fond of you, Nicolas.. a feeling that grows with every minute I spend in your company." The affection she felt for him was easily heard within her voice, although she blushed as she made the admission. And the color only deepened as he spoke again, and she laughed quietly, looking away.
"Well, that's a great relief. I have a tendency to muck things up, usually completely on accident, so at least I'll have a grace period before you start holding it against me." She injected enough levity into the statement that it would probably be pretty convincing as a joke, although there was a grain of truth to it, at least in her opinion. Before she could dwell on it any further, the waiter returned with their dessert, and she looked up eagerly as it was set before them, turning a smile on the waiter. "Merci beaucoup, and please, give Miss da Silverlain my deepest thanks."
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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 21, 2016 5:07:35 GMT -8
"I find myself in the same situation Eleniel. Every moment that passes only increases my desire that the next moment be spent in your company."
He nodded his thanks to the waiter, taking up the spoon and gesturing for Eleniel to take the first bite. The dessert looked delicious and he couldn't wait to dig in, but his code demanded he let her take the first bite, and probably the last as well.
"I don't think I could ever hold something against you Eleniel." He said it softly, no one but her could have heard it. His affection for her evident in nearly every syllable he uttered. He had fallen for this pretty elf very hard indeed.
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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 21, 2016 10:27:27 GMT -8
The adoring look that Eleniel gave Nicolas when he said that was obvious, and it was difficult for her to restrain the desire to lean in and kiss him. She satisfied herself with reaching up with her free hand and gently, hesitantly, caressing his jaw in a gesture that was openly affectionate. She then, reluctantly, released his hand so that she could pick up her spoon and take a bite of the dessert. The flavors of apple and vanilla mixed with the crunch of hazelnut, and she made a quietly appreciative sound. She paused with the spoon still in her mouth and turned her head to look at Nicolas when he spoke again, and she pulled the item of silverware free before smiling at him.
"I'll hold you to that." It was clear from the small amount of laughter in her tone that she wasn't serious. She had no doubt that she would annoy him one day.. she just hoped his affection for her would be enough to overcome the annoyance.
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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 21, 2016 10:43:57 GMT -8
He laughed as she looked at him with the spoon in her mouth. She was just so damn cute in the right ways at the right moments. He dug his spoon in and took a bite as well, delicious of course. By this point in the evening he was expecting nothing less from this place and they never stopped impressing.
"Excellent choice Eleniel. This is delicious! In my humble opinion, you have done nothing but make excellent decisions since we first met."
The last was accompanied by a wink that implied he was, in fact, referring to himself. A rare moment of non-humility for the usually humble Lord. He dug in another bite of the dessert, this one larger than the last. His code demanded she get the first and last bites, but said nothing of the bites in between. The race was on.
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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 21, 2016 10:54:18 GMT -8
A grin appeared on her face as Nicolas spoke, and then Eleniel was laughing softly.
"I like to think I make good decisions on a fairly regular basis, although some of them are better than others, I admit." Her teasing tone made it clear that she was agreeing with his joking assessment of her 'decision' as it pertained to him. Taking another bite of the dessert, she sighed contentedly. This was not at all how she'd imagined the evening working out, but she had to say, she was glad for that. The unanticipated kisses, sharing an intimate but lighthearted dessert with him.. and soon there would be a romantic walk back to her bakery. She didn't like the idea of parting from him so soon, but took comfort in the fact that she would be seeing him again within a couple of weeks, if not sooner.
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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 21, 2016 11:39:19 GMT -8
He was thoroughly enjoying himself n her company. She got all his jokes, a raity for the Lord who was used to them being taken seriously by his people. No joking for those in positions of authority evidently. But with her, he could just be Nicolas Soult, human being, instead of Lord Soult, Duke of Arcoux. It was a good feeling, to not have to be Lord, if only for a few hours.
"So Eleniel, you have told me how a ranger became a baker, but not why you continue to do it. What is it about baking that you love so much?"
It was an honest question, his tone conveying no intended insult or suggestion that she try something else. Merely curiosity in his part as he sought to learn something about the woman who, if he was being completely honest with himself, he was beginning to fall in love with.
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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 21, 2016 12:01:16 GMT -8
It was clear Eleniel hadn't been anticipating that question, as she froze with the spoon raised halfway to her lips, and cast Nicolas a surprised glance. She didn't move for a few moments, and then she finally slid the bite of tarte into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. While she pondered how best to respond to him, she idly stirred the melted bits of ice cream spreading around the plate with her spoon, watching as the bowl carved temporary designs in the creamy white fluid. After several very long moments, she replied.
"Part of it is that I enjoy making people happy. I love to see the joyous look on someone's face when they bite into their favorite dessert, or the delight in a child's eyes when I hand them a cupcake, or that expression of, 'Ah, I love that smell' when someone walks in and the scent of freshly-baked bread hits them." She absently dug her spoon into the tarte and liberated another bite of the delicious dessert, but didn't eat it yet.. she still had more to say, and as she dragged the slice of confection and ice cream toward her, she continued.
"..But the biggest part is that I grew tired of the life of a ranger. Don't get me wrong, I loved it. Helping animals, protecting the forest, even helping to right the wrongs of people in need. But it was so.. so lonely. Always roaming from place to place. It was hard to form attachments, and when I did, it hurt to leave behind the people I'd come to care for. A few years ago, I realized that I just wanted to find a place to call my own - a house of my own, maybe a business, a place I could just.. be myself, make friendships that will last, and get attached to whoever I damn well please without knowing I'll lose them one day soon." She scooped the tarte and ice cream up onto her spoon and glanced at him for the first time since she'd started speaking, a small, crooked smile appearing on her lips.
"I'm more than two centuries old.. I figured it was about time I settled down, maybe even have a relationship, start a family, like a normal person." Raising the spoon toward her lips, she slid the bite into her mouth and chewed, enjoying the flavor. She appeared a bit apprehensive, however. How would he react to knowing her age? He knew she was an Elf, and that she'd have a lifespan many times longer than him.. but perhaps it hadn't really sunk in before. Would it deter him from pursuing her, now? She hoped not.. really and truly. After chewing and swallowing, she spoke.
"If you could do anything, anything at all - go somewhere, be something, do whatever - what would it be?"
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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 21, 2016 16:43:19 GMT -8
She was more than 200 years old? That gave him a bit of pause as he took that in. He had figured she was likely older than him, but nearly ten times his own age? Why was she even interested in him? He was but a child compared to her. But interested in him she was, and he certainly wasn't going to let something trivial like two centuries cause a problem. Of course....what if this continued and they got married? Would she be content to watch him wither away while she remained essentially the same? It was a rather...disconcerting prospect, and one that they would have to address eventually.
"That sounds like as good a motivation as any to do something, better even, because it brought you greater happiness. Hmmm.... Any where in the world? I would love to go see things that no man had ever seen before. The tops of the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, even the stars. To have such an opportunity would be incredible." Seeing her again was nearing the top of the list...as was spending the rest of his life with her. He took another bite, savoring the flavor before looking up at her and smiling warmly.
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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 21, 2016 17:00:10 GMT -8
She noticed the pause and immediately regretted having said that. Lowering her head slightly, Eleniel dropped her gaze to the table, mentally cursing herself for being such a damned fool. Things had been going so wonderfully, and now he was probably reconsidering his decision to be involved with her. She was carving free another bite of their dessert despite her sudden lack of appetite when Nicolas spoke, and she looked up at him, both surprised and pleased that her age confession hadn't had a bad impact on their night. A bright smile appeared, and she nodded as she slipped that bite into her mouth. There was only a little bit of the dessert left, maybe two or three bites, and she knew that would soon mean an end to their night.. but she was also looking forward to that walk with him.
"I've heard Gauldin has flying ships, though I've yet to see them myself.. perhaps one day, their use will be widespread enough that you'll be able to see the clouds as you wish to."
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