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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Dec 4, 2015 10:59:31 GMT -8
Ildesias had been making several rounds in the city lately. With more staff hired to aid him in doing his job, he found more and more time to actually walk the streets they had built together and feel what it was like to live in them first-hand. No longer was he relying on reports, or public polls, but able to see the good, the bad and the ugly with his own two eyes.
One such shop was St. James Boutique, a place he had yet to visit yet about which he had heard some rather positive things. He pushed open the door, rather excited to see what was on offer, then stepped inside. "Hello?" He called out to anyone who was there who looked like they might be members of staff, "I am looking to perhaps purchase some clothing."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255 
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Dec 4, 2015 12:30:54 GMT -8
Silas did not sense the change of atmosphere. He did notice the change in the woman's demeanor though. The mercenary could tell when he was being pumped for information. "I was once part of a quest with a women once who looked very similar to you." Silas spoke over the curtains. "Black hair, tan skin, a petite build." Silas could remember Jun's figure clearly. "She said she was from the Land-Tiller's Expanse." Silas left out Jun's name and clan for now, unsure of the young woman's motives.
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47 
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Dec 4, 2015 18:31:26 GMT -8
"Oh you must mean Jun! Me and her father go way back... I'm older than I look." Her small head suddenly retracted into the curtains. There was more sound of struggle and Intaja reappeared, fully clothed with her new outfit. "This Genevieve is quite the tailor, not that I've met many tailors outside of my clan, not that they don't exist or that our people have poor taste in fashion, not that there's anything wrong with having poor taste in fashion after all it is a rather materialistic and superficial exuberance of human behavior, although there's nothing wrong with expressing one's self identity by any means necessary and viewing one's appearance as a work of art..."
Well... at least she was getting better at taking steps to breath.
After going on like this for a bit she finally said, "Jun left her tribe to see the world and become more powerful. If you ever see her again, tell her Raynor and Ying-Na miss her and are doing well, and that Ma'sum still dreams about that night they spent together... actually forget that last part I'm not supposed to actually know that. Hee." She winked, and her eyes flared with a very light shade of blue luminosity.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 6, 2015 11:53:58 GMT -8
Genevieve returned from the outer room that she'd been drawn into. Had anyone had the ears to overhear, she'd been speaking in kindly tones to her young daughter, though they had both remained unseen. Odette had been shushed and told to go back upstairs, with the promise that Genevieve would be up as soon as she was finished with the customers.
She moved back into the room with the grace of a woman befitting her years, a woman no longer in the flush of youth but more in the realized beauty of her thirties. She was handsome, with her blonde hair elegantly arranged in a chignon, whisps of gold framing her heart-shaped face. Becoming, she was, but there had been far more beautiful women than she. A person got the sense, when they looked at Genevieve, that her heart was always in the right place, that she was warm and inviting, and her friendly smiles and the sparkle of good humor in her deep blue eyes fit right in.
With pearl studs in her ears and a plain but well-made gown wrapped around the curves of her torso and flowing from her tiny waist, she appeared the well-composed and fashionable seamstress that she was.
"Shush, shush, shush!" Genevieve said playfully to Intaja when she kept poking her head out of the curtains to speak to the man at her counter. "Put on the clothes! Talk, after," she laughed quietly at Intaja and closed the curtains around her face, the way a mother might.
She strolled forward to the counter where she saw a man with the white coat. (Yes, it's Jaime Lannister. Don't worry, it won't be enchanted to bang your sister. ... Unless you want to.)
"Ah, but what a fine choice," Genevieve said, her Gauldin (French) accent light on her voice. It might have been her, or it might have been the festive Yuletide decorations of holly and cheer around the store, but when she came into the presence of the customers, they'd all feel more... relaxed. More... warm, friendly.
"Hm? Oh!" Her reaction to the bag of coins Silas spilled on the counter. The pretty seamstress blushed for him and quickly helped to put some of the coins back into the bag and close it. "Non, sir, it is not so much. Per'aps we should put the jacket on first?"
She came around the counter, her skirts rustling quietly around her legs and she held the jacket up for Silas to slip into. It was this scene that Ildesias Xen Torsal walked into. Of course, Genevieve didn't recognize him. Genevieve was new-ish to Isra, and she kept her head out of any politics, prefering her quiet life with her daughter.
"Bonjour, monsieur," Genevieve said from where she was helping Silas into his coat. "Un moment. Please, take a look around the store. I will be with you in just a second."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Dec 6, 2015 12:07:37 GMT -8
Ildesias hadn't expected any particularly special treatment, or even to be recognized. Of course, those who frequented the Citadel on business would know him, along with many of the soldiers of Isra, but very few of the common people would recognize his face. Those few hundred who had originally been with him during the founding of Isra had now become a few hundred of thousand, if not more, and he knew the majority of them simply wanted to live their lives without care for nations and their leaders.
"I will, thank you," he answered, moving around to examine anything that caught his eye. He didn't touch however, instead relying solely on his eyes to gauge the quality of the materials used. He seemed particularly interested in any shirts, doublets and robes that might be for sale.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 6, 2015 14:10:39 GMT -8
As the Leader of the Free City perused her store, he'd find himself drawn to a small boudoir with a collection of nicely pressed Gaiaton-silk tunics. They were all well made, nothing too ornate to distinguish one from the other, and all in a bevvy of colors.... yet it was an unassuming black tunic threaded with gold and an odd little dragon sewn into the wrist cuff of one sleeve... was it perhaps a dragon? It was hard to tell, and it was so small, threaded in a purple so dark it was almost black. An odd feature that none of the other tunics seemed to have. It was decorated at the color and down the breast so it would stand out handsomely from beneath a vest or a jerkin. Indeed, there was something elegant and captivating about it, as if it would persuade those who were near it to quiet, and to listen to the speaker that wore such an item.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Dec 6, 2015 22:23:50 GMT -8
"I'm not sure I'll ever meet her again. If I do I'll give her the message." Silas responded to Intaja. "By the way. The name is Silas."
Silas complied with the tailor and put his arms through the extended sleeves. The jacket fit surprisingly well. It lay across his shoulders like it had rested there for years. Silas picked up his coin pouch, abashed at his momentary lapse of reason, and made it disappear in a inner pocket that he somehow knew was there.
"I don't believe how comfortable it feels." Silas said. Wearing the fine coat made him feel the need to shave and bathe.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 6, 2015 23:07:43 GMT -8
Genevieve laughed as she smoothed her hands over his shoulders to make sure it fit well, and then moved around in front of him.
"Almost as if it were made for you, non?" She smiled at him, and took a step back to truly regard Silas in the coat. The coat, of course, was meant for a confident man. It boosted his charisma, with the ladies, and with the merchants. In fact, it was a lady-killer coat, or so she had spoken to it as she had woven it together. The fine material would insure that it would stay clean and dapper looking no matter the occasion, as well as always warm and always comfortable. It was also blessed its wearer with a keen memory; the wearer would never forget a face, would never forget a name, and would remember any details, as any true player should if he was going to bounce between women. He'd be able to smoothtalk out of most circumstances, especially if the person was a woman.
"It fits you well," Genevieve said, and then wondered for a moment if the enchantment was working on her. She shook her head, golden tendrils that framed her face swaying a little as she did so, and laughed again. "Per'aps too well!" She named a price for the coat. It was a bit expensive, yet not too much. Afterall, he was paying for a quality item, enchanted to boot.
Genevieve turned her head when she heard a small noise, and a golden haired mini-Genevieve was at the back door to the shop, peeking around the corner. "Maman," came the small voice.
"Oh, ma petite, what are you doing down here?" Genevieve chided quietly and gestured for the darling ten-year-old to come out from the backroom and to her mother. The child was beautiful, and as she grew up, she would undoubtedly be far more beautiful than her mother.
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Dec 6, 2015 23:08:33 GMT -8
"Mine is Intaja. That coat looks good on you!" She grinned. With her transaction complete and herself satisfied, she could have left. But she decided to sit on the chair and help herself to some more hot chocolate while observing people's interactions. She pulled out her notebook, still entranced by the lovely book bag, and began magically inscribing again. She seemed far more at ease, having accomplished her goal.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 6, 2015 23:11:25 GMT -8
The little girl whispered something to her mother, making the older woman bend down to listen. She laughed softly, the sound warm, and whispered back to the golden-curled girl, who nodded her head at her mother's words. Then, little Odette moved over to the dark-haired lady in the new clothes, drinking hot chocolate.
Odette's eyes were as blue as her mother's and she sat down politely on a chair near Intaja. "What are you doing?" the child asked with the same Gauldin accent as her mother. She was also dressed well, with a gown cut to her shins, and leather boots with a floral flourish on the side tied beneath.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Dec 7, 2015 1:05:36 GMT -8
"You have a beautiful child." Silas said earnestly as he fished the required money out of his new coat. His face went slack and tranquil for a moment as he watched the little girls display of curiosity. "What does her father do?" Silas pulled himself out of his reflections.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 7, 2015 10:40:20 GMT -8
"Merci," Genevieve said with a proud little blush on her cheeks as she watched Odette fondly. She took the coins from Silas in his charmer's coat, and once more noticed her fine handiwork in her creation.
"Hm? Oh, he... he died, a long time ago," Genevieve said to Silas, taking his coins and giving him back the appropriate change from the money box in the corner. "Odette does not remember him. When we lived in Bayonne, our house burned down and so I have no portraits of him, either." She shook her head to clear her thoughts, then took a breath and gifted Silas with a warm smile.
"Do you have plans for the Yuletide season?" She held her hand out, his change in her soft palm.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Dec 7, 2015 11:44:19 GMT -8
Silas took the change, conscious of the grime that covered his hands. Briefly he wondered why he had come here rather then getting cleaned up in an inn first. "I am not certain how long I will be staying." Silas took the change. "A friend said he would meet me here. Though I am not certain when..." It would be nice to stay and enjoy the holiday season. The Free City seemed like a place that Silas could settle down in. Oliver has seemed so worried. Would the boy be okay?
Silas pushed the worries out of his head. "Does the whole city decorate for Yuletide?" The change was tucked into his pocket.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Dec 7, 2015 11:49:10 GMT -8
It didn't take long for Ildesias to be interrupted. He had only been looking through the store for several minutes when another man entered, dressed in a rather low-key fashion and adorned with a hood and robe. He gave one glance towards the elf, then hurried over to speak discreetly into his waiting ear.
"I see," he answered, before moving over to the counter of the store and removing from his robe a wallet. "I no longer have the time to stay here and browse," he told Genevieve, assuming that she was in earshot, "so I will have to leave my address here and a small down payment. I am hoping that you might find the time to choose me a selection of clothes for everyday and ceremonial purposes. I have no mind for fashion, so I will leave the selection of style to you. I do have a penchant for white, black and gold however."
He took a small slip of paper from his wallet, along quite a few coins of solid gold. With a wave of his hand, measurements of his body became visible on the paper in writing, along with an order for three full sets of clothes. Two for casual and one for ceremonial purposes. At the bottom, his address appeared in similar fashion, reading simply: 'Ildesias Xen Torsal, The Citadel'.
"Now I must take my leave. Goodbye."
He bowed his head slightly, then turned and left the building without another word.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 7, 2015 13:45:01 GMT -8
"Here? At the boutique?" she asked Silas, looking away from the man in the clean white coat when the bell above her door chimed, bringing in cold air. Isra was too far south to get any snow, but it certainly did get colder with the winter months. She watched him walk over to Torsal, who was still viewing the tunics and speak into his ear.
She caught Silas' question and turned back to him. The question made her blush again, a little bashful. "Oh, I truly have no idea. It is just a tradition in Gauldin, and I think it brings a more cheerful feeling. Non?"
She reached for ribbon to start preparing for lengths for tying her boxes and bags when Torsal made his swift way over to her. She was caught by his gaze, standing still as he quickly and efficiently told her what he wanted and how. It began to dawn on Genevieve that Torsal was probably a Very Important Person in Isra, and upon gazing at his address she realized who he was.
"Oh," she said, taking the piece. "Oui, I will bring you a fine trousseau." But he was already gone. For a moment, Torsal reminded her of her father. Militant, composed, polite but not entirely friendly. She shook the thought from her head and slid the slip of paper into her pocket, and the coins as well. He may be getting change back, depending on what it was she made for him.
"So you are new to Isra City?" she asked of Silas, her attention never too far from him as long as he was wearing that debonair coat. She came around the counter, gracefully moving over to the small cushioned stool by the gown she was working on. "And you have never celebrated a Yuletide before? What a shame! Do you mind if I...?" she gestured to the unfinished gown, wanting to know if it was okay if she worked as she spoke.
A cursory glance at Odette told Genevieve that the golden-haired child was in no danger with Intaja.
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Dec 7, 2015 19:59:53 GMT -8
Odette was so caught up with her writing she almost didn't notice Odette's presence. "Oh! Hello human child!" She awkwardly reached out to pet her head but then decided against it. "I'm taking notes in my journal with magic. It's like a diary. Anything interesting about what I see or the way I feel, or what's happened to me today. Your mother sold me this book bag for it. It's very pretty."
"Oh, Ildesias! Just so you know, the Land-Tiller's Tribe was happy to help in the invasion against the giant Red Fletcher. Ying-Na sends her regards to you and your people!" She added just as he left.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 7, 2015 20:59:31 GMT -8
"My Maman only makes very pretty things," Odette said with obvious affection, looking curiously at the girl as she scribbled. Odette would have been fine if Intaja pat her on the head, but the girl took her hand back just before it touched the golden curls that crowned the ten-year-old's skull.
Odette turned to watch as Torsal walked out and waved to him, then looked over at the conversation her mother was having with Silas in his handsome white coat. She watched them for a moment, and a ghost of a frown came over her face before she turned her attention onto Intaja.
"I can't understand those words," Odette said, leaning over to look at Intaja's journal. "Can you teach me? I will teach you how to speak Gaulish, if you like."
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Dec 7, 2015 21:12:57 GMT -8
"Umm, to be honest, I can't think of a reason to teach them to you. These runes are unique to my clan and somewhat complicated. It's actually easier for us to learn other languages than to teach others our own. Though I suppose I can still teach you, if you really want. But surely there's something else I can show you that'd be of more value to you?"
Intaja was nothing if not logical, almost to a fault really.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 7, 2015 21:21:39 GMT -8
"I like to learn things," Odette said, moving from the chair she was sitting in to sit beside Intaja on the small sofa.
"Maman brings me many books. I like to read them. I'm not allowed to go outside very often, so I make friends with the people in my books. Sometimes, I read about the kings and queens of the past. My favorite is King Jarlsen of Aesgir. I don't think I've ever read anything about your clan. Can you teach me? I can teach you things, too. Or I can let you borrow my books. I have many, many books."
The sad truth about the pretty little girl was that she was lonely, very lonely. It was very obvious that she loved her mother, and her mother loved her the same. Even more painfully blatant was that Odette was a girl of a very delicate disposition. She was far more mature than other girls her age, possibly because she had never run around with children to do devious acts as a child should do. She had only her mother and her books for companionship, and the little girl, so young, didn't even realize herself how desperate for friendship she must sound.
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Dec 7, 2015 21:49:35 GMT -8
Intaja suddenly gave a worried look. "Well... Our clan is very secretive. We're part of a larger tribe in the far east. Some people are afraid of us because we're different. We can see and do things other people can't do. It's kind of like magic, but different."
The people of the Sodalite clan were known for having mild psionic abilities. They could sense people's thoughts and even have visions of the past and future. However, only the oldest members of the Sodalites had full mastery over them, and were exceptionally powerful and feared. Still, the clan as a whole had a reputation for being peaceful.
She examined her bag. "Like, I can tell there's something unusual about this bag, and about Skarlet and your mom. I can tell Silas likes me." This last part she said in a hushed tone and a slight giggle. Intaja's mind had really seemed to calm down around Odette. It's been said that Sodalites are less shy and frantic around children. "And I can also tell you want more friends, real friends that aren't in books. If you want, I can be your friend."
She went ahead and pet the girl's golden locks.
"That is, if your mother is ok with it."
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