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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Aug 24, 2009 0:59:54 GMT -5
continuation of Finding Clothes for the Capital- Marie and Chris
Marie had given me free rein to chose a place to go for lunch, so I took somewhere I knew to be very good and a bit of an adventure for my sister. The only time we'd had anything resembling Aragonian cuisine in Camlach was when a caravan of merchants came through. I thought that she might appreciate the real thing.
We left her new gowns in the carriage and I led her inside, asking for a table for two before glancing back to see what her reaction was.
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Post by Marie Legard on Aug 24, 2009 12:40:37 GMT -5
My eyes grew a little wide as I looked around the restaurant, taking it all in. the scents were amazing, they filled the air and seemed to brush against my skin.
I smiled at Christophe, delighted that he’d chosen somewhere so exotic.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Aug 31, 2009 1:15:19 GMT -5
She grinned happily, and it caused me to smile. At least some things about my sister had never changed.
We were led to a table, and I held a chair for Marie before settling down myself. "Sangria and water for the both of us please," I requested of the server, who bowed and left us with the menus. "I thought you might like to try the variety the City has to offer."
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Post by Marie Legard on Aug 31, 2009 17:54:57 GMT -5
“Absolutely,” I said, still smiling. My eyes kept moving around, taking in everything around us. “What’s sangria?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Aug 31, 2009 17:58:55 GMT -5
"It's a drink they came up with in Aragonia. They mix red wine, brandy, and fruit slices together, and let it sit for a little while to let all the flavours mix together," I replied with a grin, handing her a menu before taking one myself.
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Post by Marie Legard on Aug 31, 2009 18:04:08 GMT -5
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” I said, finally looking at the menu he’d handed me. There were so many choices, I’d never been somewhere with so much offered. “Have you eaten here often? What do you suggest?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Aug 31, 2009 22:17:06 GMT -5
"I've only been here once before, and I had the prawn paella. But you can try whatever you'd like sis," I told her with a smile.
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Post by Marie Legard on Aug 31, 2009 22:21:21 GMT -5
“There’s so many choices,” I said. “I don’t even know what some of these things are.”
I looked over my menu at him. “Part of me wants to try it all,” I told him, grinning.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Aug 31, 2009 23:46:38 GMT -5
I chuckled. "Well, we can always come back," I replied with a grin.
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Post by Marie Legard on Aug 31, 2009 23:54:05 GMT -5
“True,” I said, smiling t him before looking at my menu again. I decided on something that sounded new and exciting and then set down my menu to look around again.
My eyes stopped on a dusky skinned man likely close to my age. He had lovely black hair and dark eyes. He was clearing off a table in the corner, but he kept glancing our way.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 2, 2009 19:07:17 GMT -5
I had decided on the house paella and was putting my menu down when I noticed the eye contact between my sister and one of the staff. "See, you don't have to take my word on your beauty. There are plenty of others that agree with me," I teased her with a grin.
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 2, 2009 21:55:10 GMT -5
I blushed softly, both at his words and at having been caught looking.
“I don’t think that’s why he’s looking over here,” I said, looking down at the table. “It’s probably just because we’re the newest customers.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 2, 2009 23:43:12 GMT -5
"Maybe. But it's not me that he's making eyes at," I replied, grinning still. My hand went to hers and I squeezed it gently with comfort. "You don't need to be embarrassed sis. I'm not Pierre, I'm not going to judge you for embracing what the gods gave you."
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 3, 2009 11:45:15 GMT -5
My eyes returned to the man at the corner table and I found him not glancing at me but looking outright. Our eyes met for a second and he smiled before inclining his head and then taking his tray full of dirty dishes somewhere in the back.
I looked back at Christophe. “I wouldn’t know how to embrace what the gods gave me even if I wanted to,” I admitted softly. “I… I’ve never even been kissed.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 5, 2009 1:06:24 GMT -5
My brows shot up in surprise. "That's... how?" I asked, bewildered. "Have you not found anyone that's interested you?"
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 5, 2009 14:17:00 GMT -5
His surprise caused me to blush deeply and I once again felt like a country dolt.
“I’ve no chance to find anyone who interests me,” I said, drawing my hands into my lap and looking down at the table. “My time is taken up running the house and doing the few things I can leave the property for like taking food to Widow Scarlet or going to the market. Any boys that might have thought to have interest in me have long since been scared away by Father and Pierre.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 6, 2009 1:04:18 GMT -5
"Oh sis, I'm sorry," I said softly. I reached across the space that separated us and lightly squeezed her upper arm. "But that will change here, if you wish it to. You'll have plenty of free time, and I'll cover for you with Pierre whenever you need me. And I would be more than happy to arrange a night for you up on the Mont if that was your wish."
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 6, 2009 11:54:49 GMT -5
His pity hurt. Here he was, my brother who had chosen to make his life with his body, who had found the woman of his dreams through that life. And here I was, only three years younger and never even been kissed. It was only further proof of how his leaving had shaped our family and it stung.
His offer caught me by surprise and I wasn’t sure how to take it. Was it a genuine offer or more pity? “With an adept?” I asked, covering while I tried to sort my emotions.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 6, 2009 15:46:20 GMT -5
"Yes," I replied, then saw our server heading our way with the drinks. "Think about it."
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 6, 2009 17:20:38 GMT -5
"I will," I said, nodding a little.
The server brought our drinks and asked if we'd decided on food. I ordered the papas con chorizo, potatoes and spicy sausage, and then waited for Christophe to order.
Did I want to go to an adept? The idea had a certain allure, but then again it also seemed so easy. I would have to think about it more.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 6, 2009 21:47:08 GMT -5
I ordered the house paella, and the server bowed and bustled off. "So, do you have any grand plans for your time here in the City?" I asked Marie, wanting to give her time to think about my offer.
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 6, 2009 21:48:46 GMT -5
I took a deep breath as I decided to confide in him and tell him my true plans.
“I’m hoping to find employment,” I said, looking at him. “I don’t want to go home again.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 6, 2009 22:18:23 GMT -5
I looked at her and began to chuckle. Then I began to laugh. "Oh sis, I always knew you had more in you than Camlach could hold in," I told her with a large smile. "Who else knows?"
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 6, 2009 22:37:22 GMT -5
“No one,” I answered. “Not even Henri. Anyone else would either try and talk me out of it or just truss me up and send me back home.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 11, 2009 0:51:38 GMT -5
I noted that she included Henri in her statement. It surprised me because they never fought, not when we were children. But then, I guess we had all grown up since then.
"Well, you just tell me what you need. It'll be so good to have you here Marie. And you're welcome to stay with Mala and I for as long as you wish." I was still grinning very happily. A wedding, a birth, my sister saying she wanted to stay... Life was good. Dealing with Pierre later was going to be a bit of a challenge, but that bridge was down the road a ways.
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 11, 2009 12:37:55 GMT -5
“Thank you,” I said, relieved he’d been so supportive. I reached for my glass of sangria and carefully took a sip. “It’s good.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 13, 2009 22:17:55 GMT -5
I picked up my own glass and saluted her. "To my sister staying in the City. We're going to have a lot of fun if I have any say about it."
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 13, 2009 22:37:59 GMT -5
I raised my glass to him. “And to my brother who will help me defy the rest of our family and find my own place in the world,” I said with a wide smile. I felt freer somehow having told him my plans.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Sept 13, 2009 23:31:53 GMT -5
I touched the rim of my glass to hers, more than happy to toast to such things. "Cheers," I said, then took a sip. "You're right, this is good. Certainly better than last time."
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Post by Marie Legard on Sept 13, 2009 23:38:57 GMT -5
“What was wrong with last time?” I asked curiously then took another drink.
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