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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 5, 2009 18:58:04 GMT -5
Finding myself yearning for a touch of home, I decided to go for a walk on the lovely early autumn day with the Aragonian wine shop as my final destination.
The weather was pleasant, if already cool to me, and I enjoyed the walked. Humming softly to myself, I entered the wine shop and looked around, wondering if the owner would be here today.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 5, 2009 19:17:22 GMT -5
I had just walked out of the back kitchen, a towel over my right shoulder, rubbing my hands together. It was my day to work, and things had been steady, but not terribly busy. I ook my spot behind the bar, and looked up, just as the door opened and admitted a man I recognized... Eduardo, a countryman. I smiled that he had returned.
"Principe de la Rosa," I said as I bowed, coming from behind the counter.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 5, 2009 19:20:29 GMT -5
I smiled, pleased the he was here. “Senor de Cordova,” I said in Aragonian, returning his bow slightly. “It is good to see you again, I was hoping to find you here.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 5, 2009 20:28:44 GMT -5
I stepped up behind the bar with a wide grin. "Well, you have found me, my lord, though I can't think why you would be looking for me," I said with a laugh, responding to him in Aragonian. It was so easy to flow back into it, welcoming, always, like a mother's arms.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 5, 2009 21:30:05 GMT -5
“Feeling homesick,” I answered still in Aragonian. I moved to the bar and took a seat. “As nice as the city can be, it doesn’t compare to home or the company of a countryman.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 6, 2009 7:31:47 GMT -5
I nodded. "That I can understand, immensely," I stood across from him, crossing my arms as I leaned on the bar. "It's... so different, for two countries who share borderlines," I shook my head, but smiled. "So do you mind if I ask what brought you to Terre d'Ange?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 6, 2009 17:24:30 GMT -5
"I am teaching at Eglantine House," I answered. "They offered me a post if I would give lessons in flamenco."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 6, 2009 17:28:06 GMT -5
"That must be a happy arrangement on both parts then," I said with a warm smile, "great teacher and great students. How do they take to the flamenco style of music and dance?" I asked as I pulled two glasses from the racks behind me and set them on the bar top.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 6, 2009 20:10:59 GMT -5
“I’ve not really gotten to the dancing yet,” I told him, chuckling. “The music though…some are getting it for the most part. Most though, they just don’t have it in their blood.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 7, 2009 6:45:02 GMT -5
I nodded in understanding. "Ahhh the dancing," I closed my eyes, thinking of the quick paced movements, the passion. "I do miss it." I perked up a moment, nearly forgetting that he had played for my fete and I had not thanked him yet for it. "Thank you, Eduardo. You and Keira were absolutely lovely the night of my fete. It was beautiful."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 7, 2009 17:06:52 GMT -5
“It was my pleasure,” I said, smiling. “You did very well choosing her as your star for the night, she is amazingly talented.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 7, 2009 17:17:15 GMT -5
I smiled and nodded. "I think if it were not for the beautiful musical stylings of the two of you the evening might have been a terrible bore." I chuckled as I stood. "Join me in a drink?" I asked, tilting my head. I regarded him a little more closely. Even for an Aragonian he was rather fetching. It made me wonder if there might be a bit of secret in his heritage as well, though only for a moment before I mentally chastised myself for thinking anything of that nature.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 7, 2009 17:34:56 GMT -5
“Yes, thank you,” I said, smiling. “Especially if you are serving an Aragonian vintage.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 11:44:07 GMT -5
I smiled brightly. "Oh most definitely!" I said with a chuckle. "Do you prefer red or white my friend?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 10, 2009 11:57:51 GMT -5
“Red, thank you,” I said with a smile. Aragonian wine and good Aragonian company, I was feeling more at ease already.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 17:12:04 GMT -5
"Ah a man after my own heart," I said with a chuckle. It was nice to speak in Aragonian again, after generally conversing in d'Angeline all day, every day. I pulled my favourite bottle of wine from underneath the bar, deciding to breach a new one in the honour of my guest. I pulled out the corkscrew, twirling it between my fingers before twisting it into the cork that stopped the bottle, pulling it out with a loud pop. "Ole!" I cheered with a hearty laugh before pouring both of us a glass of the deep red liquid. It was fragrant, smooth drinking, with a light stain at the end, fruit notes... my favourite. And I hoped he would like it. I raised my glass in a toast, a smile ever present on my lips.
"To home?" I suggested, cocking my head to the side.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 10, 2009 17:18:07 GMT -5
I laughed with pleasure at his flair uncorking the wine.
“To home,” I echoed, raising my glass. I brought it to my nose, inhaling the aroma before taking a sip and letting it roll around on my tongue.
“Superb,” I said with a satisfied sigh after I swallowed.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 17:28:52 GMT -5
With glasses raised I nodded and took a slow but long sip of the wine. I nodded at his words and smiled, beaming, my smile reaching my blue eyes.
"Thank you. I am glad that you like it. It is my personal favourite," I said with a laugh. "Ahh this is nice. I am glad to have your company today Eduardo. I had been dreaming of home just this past night."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 10, 2009 17:49:16 GMT -5
“It must be something in the air. I wonder if the winds have shifted and the scent of home is making it all the way here,” I said, chuckling.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 17:52:48 GMT -5
I laughed at his idea. "I wouldn't be surprised... there is some magic there in Aragonia... calling us back no doubt, reminding us of where we call home," I said with a sigh. "I miss the vineyards," I said, confiding in him. "I miss them the most. Sitting amongst the grapes, lyre in hand. What do you miss?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 10, 2009 18:04:04 GMT -5
“The ocean,” I said without having to think. “I miss the way it sounds and smells as it rushes up the cliffs at the estate.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 18:22:26 GMT -5
I nodded my head closing my eyes, remembering home. "That sounds lovely right about now," I said with a chuckle. "Terre d'Ange is beautiful, the people, the land but... nothing is quite like home. Although this does come in a nice second," I said raising my brows as I took a slow drink of my wine.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 10, 2009 18:31:55 GMT -5
“A distant second,” I added, chuckling low. “I know this is supposed to be the land of angels, but nowhere is more blessed than home.” I took another drink. “Is business all that brought you here?”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 11, 2009 10:57:33 GMT -5
I nodded in agreement to his words, but shook my head at the latter part. "No, tis not all that brought me here, though it is a great deal of the reason why. Ever since I was a boy, I did feel some sort of connection here, and upon my first visit, I knew I had to return to live for a time, not forever, but for a time. The business venture was a means that suited both the expansion of my father's estate and my curiosity of Terre d'Ange," I said with a smile.
Of course I failed to mention that the potential search for my birth father was also in the back of my mind, but that was not shared, not with anyone.
"Was teaching what originally brought you here?" I asked, taking another sip of my wine and taking a cursory glance around the bar before bringing my eyes back to his. There were a handful of people, but not many, and most of which I had already served prior to Eduardo's entrance.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 11, 2009 12:09:30 GMT -5
“It was. I received the invitation to teach and it seemed like a good time to accept,” I answered. I sighed softly. “I don’t think I’ll ever feel at home here. There is no connection for me. Aragonia is the only home I will ever have.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 11, 2009 12:18:50 GMT -5
I nodded in understanding, extendig my hand to pat his shoulder to show I got what he was saying. "Yes, it is where the heart rests, is it not? Did you leave someone special back in Aragonia?" I asked. I hoped that the question was not too personal, but we were safe here, speaking in our mother tongue, with very few people around.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 11, 2009 12:52:12 GMT -5
“No, just my home,” I said, smiling wryly. “And you?”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 12, 2009 9:13:45 GMT -5
I laughed at the smile. "Home and family... and a little brother who I miss terribly," I said with a sweet smile. "Have you any siblings?" I asked after taking another deep sip of my wine.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Sept 12, 2009 12:17:13 GMT -5
“Three,” I answered after another sip of wine. I was a little surprised he didn’t know that when he’d known me by sight the first night. “A brother and two sisters. How long do you plan on staying here?”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 12, 2009 13:34:36 GMT -5
"I`m not entirely sure," I said as I eyed my glass of wine, swishing the crimson liquid around the glass. "I plan on going back for a visit soon, though," I said looking up at him. "But as for a return for good?" I asked, spreading my hands. "Depends on too many things to say. You?" I asked with a smile.
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