Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325 
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 18, 2016 19:43:47 GMT -8
As Jeffery delivered his message, Lum petted the soft fur on his back gently, and methodically. She was seemingly oblivious to the fact that, he was a demon, and a sentient being who probably wouldn't appreciate being treated like a dog. When Jeffery finishes, Lum says to the twins.
"I am sure he would be fine if you pet him as well, right Jeffery?"
When the bag of gold is produced, Lum adds it to the chest with the other gifts Maelik has given her. She had long ago realized it was rude to refuse a gift, no matter how noble your reason for doing. It was better to simply accept the gift, and more importantly acknowledged the good intentions it represented. Addressing her apparently ever expanding party, she says happily, still cradling the imp.
"Well I have made my choice, so if everyone else is ready..."
Lum'Valia leaves a pile of gold on the counter, likely enough to purchase 2 or 3 dresses. Like most dragons she has no real idea of the actual value of money, she didn't even bother to hoard it, unlike some of her brethren. Once everyone is prepared she will lead the way out of the boutique, allowing Jeffery to guide her to Maeliks spot in the Farmlands.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 19, 2016 10:31:37 GMT -8
"Wait, hang on, I think I found something." She had been so fixated on searching for something that would satisfy her that she hadn't really paid attention to the imp's antics. Although once again Maelik's... zeal caught her a little off guard. She shook the feeling off and instead focused on a dress which seemed to be calling to her. "Huh..." It was hanging on an inconspicuous hook, a dress among many, but for some reason this dress had a magnetic attraction to her (figuratively, not literally, however amusing that would have been). She felt like it wanted to be purchased.  What another mage would look like wearing it.It looked like some sort of sun dress, with short shorts and knee socks and a loose fitting gown. There were also optional sleeves covered in a floral pattern that billowed out towards the bottom. Jun was surprised in that it showed plenty of skin but at the same time didn't seem all that... provocative. It was exactly what she had been searching for, bold, daring, but not crazy. How was she able to find it so quickly? Unless... Jun whispered under her breath. "Lahspaan, fahmey lu." A very faint ward appeared around her, and with it she could feel the magic that permeated the store even more. In fact, it was everywhere! Each individual item had some sort of spell weaved into it, and each spell was unique. The spell was subtle and sophisticated. It was as though each dress had a psionic algorithm which connected itself to a customer. But rather than manipulate the customer, it adapted itself to the customer's desires and somehow modified the article of clothing to best suit their needs. For instance, the dress she was holding had "read" her desire to be less prudish and reached out to her knowing it met the criteria. It then manipulated the threads themselves. This dress in particular lent itself easily to enchantment, and was highly compatible with magical energy. At least, that was her theory. There were other elements to the magic that she didn't quite understand. She could have sworn she sensed a faint temporal magic in the air too. If she didn't know any better, she'd guess the dresses were fated to meet with their customers. But that was silly... wasn't it? Huh. "Hey, Lummie, leave an extra gold coin." She decided to take it. She had some ideas about what to do with the dress. "I'm ready to go... But we really need to meet the owner of this shop someday. They're very... skilled." |
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 19, 2016 10:42:05 GMT -8
The twins follow along as well, as they enjoy free food.
Mr. Ulsicor is a good cook.
Uh huh. I can't wait.
This'll be fun. I like picnics.
I don't. Too many bugs.
There won't be any bugs.
How do you know?
Mr. Ulsicor will make everything perfect. You know how he is.
True.
I hope there's pie.
There'll probably be pie. There's always pie.
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Jeffery The Postal Imp
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: 670 or so years.
Physical Description: As small as a puppy, fluffy and physically unimposing Jeffery almost embodies the saying, "Nobody is scared of a 'Jeffery'."
Like most other imps he's capable of flight, only in his case he has to undergo a bit of effort in order to push his wings out from his back so that he can indeed take to the skies. Other than that there really isn't much to say, he's got an adorable squeaky voice and is as soft as an pillow made of clouds but that's about it.
Clothes and Equipment: He lugs around a bag that's comically large for such a small fellow for the express purpose of holding mail. In addition the only real article of clothing he wears is the skull mask/helmet that all demon's under the Lord of Wrath's command wear as part of their uniform.
Registered: Jan 15, 2016 20:46:25 GMT -8
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Post by Jeffery The Postal Imp on Jan 19, 2016 13:46:15 GMT -8
Jeffery didn't really mind being pampered, in fact he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. For a creature like himself kindness was rarely given and about ninety percent of physical contact directed at him was meant to inflict pain. The other ten were accidental brushes.
"I don't mind at all, it beats gettin' beat after all." Wiggling in even closer he basically turned into Lum's little baby/pet, even going so far as to hug her a little.
And when it came time to leave the imp seemed reluctant to get back down on the ground, instead choosing to direct the group with verbal instructions and pointing with his widdle finger so that he could remain snuggled up with Lum.
"First we gotta head out the southern gate so we can get into the plains. From there I'll point the way to the forest and then the way should be easy enough to see. He practically made a runway..."
(Exit to The Southern Gate?)
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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 Feb 2, 2016 8:56:43 GMT -8
(A week and a half later...)
The pretty seamstress was up on her ladder again, this time boxing up the Yuletide decorations of her store. She turned her head quickly from a bough of holly as she sneezed over her shoulder. Odette looked up from where she was sitting on one of the sofas, cutting paper hearts.
"Bless you, Maman," she said, and then held up the heart chain she had created.
"Merci, darling," she said with a smile, and took a handkerchief from her pocket to dap politely at her nose.
The enchanting seamstress had been struck by a cold, and she simply hadn't had the energy to open the shop. The generous payment left by MYSTERY customers had afforded her for those several days that she had only had the energy to take care of Odette. She only wished that she had known who they were, for she would have dearly liked to thank them.
What little energy Genevieve did have was spent on creating the Mayor's warddrobe, as promised. She was almost finished with it, and soon would see it delivered for his first fitti.g.
Sniffling a little, she continued to work, delicately putting away the Yuletide decorations, her skirts quietly rustling around her legs as she moved. Genevieve began to hum a little song as she worked.
"Maman, what are you singing?" Odette asked, her large blue eyes on her mother's form.
"It was a song that your father and I danced to, a long time ago," Genevieve said as she came down off the ladder.
"What sort of dance?" Odette asked, setting aside her scissors and pink paper to move towards her mother.
"It is called a waltz. It is very popular where I grew up."
"In Gauldin?"
Genevieve smiled, a little sadly. "Oui, in Gauldin."
Odette must have sensed her mother's sadness, because she stepped forward, eyes bright. "Can you teach me?"
Genevieve chuckled, and set down the decorations, wiping her dusty hands off on the apron tied about her svelte waist. "Of course. You will be the woman, and I will be the man. Put your hand here... yes, like that. We hold the other--mmhm! Now, it is simple, to the rhythm of ONE two three, ONE two three.."
She led her daughter, who stumbled at first, but when she got the steps and the way they spun together, Odette openly giggled. Genevieve smiled, her first genuine smile in days, and began to sing the song once more, her voice smooth as honey.
Anyone passing by the store window could see the golden haired seamstress and her daughter, dancing around the furniture, the sweet melody of the song dulled by the window pane.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 19:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2016 13:20:23 GMT -8
Kematian entered the boutique just a little more coordinated than when he had entered Lone Wolf Creations. He searched throughout the premises, lost in this world of civilized clothing. He desperately needed something to replace his armor.
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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 Feb 3, 2016 7:46:33 GMT -8
The sound of the door suddenly opening and chiming the bell above its corner had the blonde mother-and-daughter duo coming to a stop. Genevieve turned to regard Kematian, and he'd be able to both see and feel the warmth of her gaze, the feeling of security and calm that seemed to flow from her.
Yet even as she smiled that smile that warmed her blue eyes and made a dimple wink in the satin side of her cheek, she gently pushed Odette behind her. There was a charm upon that doorway that would make it at least DIFFICULT for those that wished Genevieve and Odette harm to find their way inside, but the door had opened for Kematian, so he must have only LOOKED dangerous.
"Bonjour," Genevieve said to him, pushing Odette slightly back as she stepped forward, making herself the focal point of Kematian's wandering gaze. Dressed in a dark blue gown with a tight bodice, a square neckline, and sleeves that flowed out at her elbows, she looked simple, yet elegant, like most of the items in her store.
"How can I help you?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 19:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2016 9:26:22 GMT -8
"Oh!" Kematian's eyes fell upon the Gauldish lady, and noticing her attire he decided that she could help him with his predicament. He awkwardly waved and said, "Ah, hello! I think I need help choosing the right dress? I want to look like a gentleman, civilized, but I don't know where to begin."
The adventurer smiled, and at that moment he realized that he had forgotten his helmet at Moonflower's shop. It felt slightly embarrassing, knowing that this paragon of civility now gazed upon his unshaven face and unkempt hair. He would need to find that whole civilized thing very soon.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Mar 10, 2016 17:59:44 GMT -8
I have been told that the player who owns this thread is no longer active, so I will post in the assumption Whir would be helped as previous customers
Whir walked into the St. James Boutique in his road worn boots and trousers, wearing his chest armor, and carrying his sword. He was here to purchase garb to wear in the city in this outfit's stead. The staff was quite amiable to his desires and within the hour, he had placed an order for several shirts, trousers, two pairs of boots to be commissioned by the local cobbler, and a silken scarf of bright blue that matched the shade of his crystalline "hair." He also purchased a loose fitting tunic and trousers that he could wear immediately. After paying the proprietor and asking that the order be delivered to his room at The Midnight Sun, he thanked the staff and left.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Mar 13, 2016 23:22:10 GMT -8
The redhead walked through the streets of Isra with her cloak drawn over her head, hiding the brilliant red strands that had once been loved by a King. She was graceful in her walk, confident in a new way... broken in others. Night had descended, but in this area of Isra, the streets were clean, well lit, and decorated with flora that had closed up for the evening time.
The svelte figure made her way through the winding streets, until she came across a quaint storefront with a charming display of clothing goods in the window. Arianne tipped her head back, and the lamplight illuminated her pretty face... or what might have been pretty had her eyes not been rimmed with red and tears.
Tipped back down again, she moved to the door of the Boutique and knocked loudly until its owner came to the door.
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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 Mar 13, 2016 23:32:39 GMT -8
(Apologies for my absense! Genevieve has been away on a journey to acquire goods and textiles from Atlanticus. She is reopen for business for those who would like to post!)
Genevieve had not been sleeping, although the windows to the street were dark to make those below assume that all was quiet and locked up within. She had been reading in bed, a thick golden braid over one shoulder when she heard the banging downstairs.
"What...?" She questioned as she put a piece of ribbon in her book to keep her place and moved out of bed. She drew aside a thick curtain to view the street below, but could hardly see the figure from her vantage point.
She pulled on a long, floral printed dressing robe and cinched it at her waist, then took a candle and headed down stairs and into the shoppe itself. Her magic seemed to thrum through her blood, faintly lighting her beautiful blue eyes, and the items within the store seemed to also be waiting for action.
She moved to the door and looked through the window, and when she saw the young woman with her tearful blue eyes -- the same as Genevieve's own -- she felt her heart leap into her throat.
Quickly she set her candle down and unlocked the door.
"Oh, Arianne," she said on her own sob and enveloped her little sister in her arms.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Mar 13, 2016 23:38:16 GMT -8
Arianne flew over the threshhold and into Genevieve's arms, hugging her fiercely and burying her face into Genevieve's neck as she sobbed all over again. For all that Arianne was fiery and fierce and temperamental, she was a young woman that had begun to believe in love, only to have those hopes dashed.
She cried and cried into her sister's arms, the pieces of her passionate heart laid bare upon the floor as her shoulders shook and her mouth gasped for air between her sobs.
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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 Mar 13, 2016 23:46:16 GMT -8
"Oh, mon petite," Genevieve said sweetly over Arianne's head, as she quietly shut the door behind Arianne and locked it. Then she sank to the floor, tipping her cheek to rest upon her sister's hooded head while she gently rubbed the girl's back.
Genevieve's mind was reeling as Arianne sobbed. She had received the letter from her father, the Duke of Carmean, informing Genevieve that her little sister -- whom Genevieve had made that gown for -- had been lost at sea and believed dead.
But now, she was falling to pieces within the blonde seamstress' arms. There were so many questions. But apparently what the young Arianne needed was not questions. Not right now.
Genevieve held the young woman, and when it seemed that Arianne was finished crying, Genevieve gently tilted her tear-stained face upward.
"You should come upstairs, my darling," Genevieve said, and helped Arianne to stand.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Mar 13, 2016 23:51:57 GMT -8
Arianne's uneven breathing from her crying made her speechless, but she nodded at Genevieve and accepted the help to stand, moving with her older sister to their apartments above the boutique.
Once inside and once sat down, Arianne hiccupped and sniffled as she took off her cloak and folded it over her thigh. Her wet lashes drifted downward as she looked at her gloved hands, holding them tightly as if trying to find some sort of comfort.
"I am sorry for waking you, Gene," Arianne said in Gauldish, speaking softly, her ragged breathing oddly accenting her words. "I just didn't know where else to go, after... after..." Her eyes began to water again and she blinked rapidly to stop a second cascade of tears.
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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 Mar 13, 2016 23:57:05 GMT -8
Genevieve sat Arianne at the table in the kitchen and lit some lanterns so it was easier to move. She went about preparing a hot drink for Arianne, and came back to sit at the table, holding her hand in both of Genevieve's.
"I am glad you found me, Arianne. I am so glad you're alive," Genevieve spoke, her own eyes beginning to tear up with joy. "We all thought you were dead, darling."
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Mar 14, 2016 0:02:18 GMT -8
"Perhaps-- I should have-- stayed-- dead--" Arianne said, harsh breaths between the words that thrreatened tears. Arianne forced herself away from the table and walked, moved in the small kitchen. "Renaux has-- has-- forgotten me," Arianne spoke, her shoulders shaking. "He-- he-- I thought he-- loved-- me, I'm such a-- fool!" She couldn't help it, and her face fell into her hands as she cried again.
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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 Mar 14, 2016 0:10:39 GMT -8
Genevieve could feel her heart break in her chest at Arianne's distress, and she gasped at the redhead's words. "No, darling, no, you mustn't speak like that."
She went to Arianne again and hugged her close. As for the news about Renaux... Genevieve wasn't sure what to think. It was not a love match between Renaux and Arianne, but perhaps it had been turning into one? At least on Arianne's part.
"You need rest," Genevieve said to Arianne, kissing her temple. "Sleep now, and we will talk later." Genevieve began to usher Arianne to her room, the only bed available in her home.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Mar 14, 2016 0:15:54 GMT -8
"I just thought-- just thought-- I don't know what I thought," Arianne admitted helplessly. When Genevieve came to collect her again, Arianne let it happen. She sniffled hard, an indelicate sound, and let herself be led away to bed. Before she fell to exhaustion, she took Genevieve's hand.
"Please, don't tell anyone I am here, Genevieve. At least, not yet."
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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 Mar 14, 2016 0:25:22 GMT -8
Genevieve did not like keeping secrets. It was not within the blonde's nature. She was private, yes, and trustworthy, of course, but Arianne's life was far more important than the redhead realized.
Or perhaps, she did realize and was not yet ready to weather that storm. "Alright, Arianne," Genevieve told her as she tucked her little sister into Gene's own bed.
The seamstress would not be able to sleep for the rest of the night, so she went to her workshop to create until exhaustion finally had her crawling into bed with Odette and sleeping soundly beside her daughter.
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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 Mar 14, 2016 7:03:05 GMT -8
The next morning, it did not even seem as if Genevieve had had a long night. She felt somehow energized by Arianne's presence, however secretive and tragic. Odette was much the same way. Dressing the fragile ten-year-old's hair was a trial that morning.
"But she is here, Maman? Truly here?" She asked, her round eyes hopeful and imploring as they searched her mother's face through the mirror within the kitchen. Odette had never met Arianne before, although they had exchanged letters and gifts over the years, secretly, so as not to upset Arianne's mother or the women's father.
"Yes, darling, she is here, but she has been through a very, very long journey, so we must let her rest, and we must promise not to tell anyone that she is here. Hold still." Genevieve's own beautiful silk gown rustled around her slender legs as she crouched down beside her daighter and tugged a sleeve of Odette's dress into place, tying it securely.
"But why, Maman? You said that to keep secrets is to be dishonest," Odette frowned, looking longingly at her mother's bedroom door where she knew her fairytale aunt was sleeping.
"It is only for a little while, until Aunt Arianne feels rested, hm? Today you will help me in the shop. I must unpack all the things I bought from Ozmodias."
"Alright, Maman. But only for a little while. I would like to tell the whole world that I have an aunt," Odette said as she moved after her mother and into the boutique.
True to form, the young girl was not entertained by unveiling bolts of fabric, so Genevieve gave her a notebook and pencil to take inventory of all the dresses and shoes and pants and tunics and coats and boots and all manner of clothing items within the store.
The beautiful and wholesome Genevieve was shelving the fabric in an anteroom for her customers to choose from, and every so often her eyes would drift to the ceiling, wondering of Arianne.
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