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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 16, 2009 18:42:45 GMT -5
I sat on the edge of the fountain in Elua's Square, having come here to relax and let the stress of an unexpected parental visit float away on the dancing waters. As I sat watching the waters of the fountian, I found myself humming, then singing to myself. It was a nonsense song from my long ago childhood, made of bits and pieces of half forgotten nursery ryhmes, and sung in Aragonian.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 16, 2009 18:56:34 GMT -5
I was passing through Elua's Square on my way back home from opening the shop and leaving Naia in charge, when my ears suddenly affixed to a voice, singing, in Aragonian. It ws faint, and I squinted my eyes to look around and see where it was coming from, following it to the source. I smiled as I came up behind a seated woman, dark haired, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse my forwardness, my lady," I said in Aragonian as she sang in my milk tongue, "are you from Aragonia?" I asked. It seemed I was meeting more and more people from my motherland.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 16, 2009 19:10:04 GMT -5
The tap on my shoulder came from nowhere, and after I turned to look over my shoulder at the tapper, I was startled to hear a question posed in the same language in which I had been singing. Before I answered, I turned so I could comfortably see the man. After giving him a good look, I nodded, "Yes, and no."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 17, 2009 9:54:26 GMT -5
As I looked upon her features, I could tell instantly she was not pure Aragonian, though she sang in the language well, and her words showed she was mayhap a bit of that and something else. Certainly some d'Angeline, her features holding a certain note of beauty that was more commonly seenamong d'Angelines. "Wel you seem to speak the language well. I am sorry to have interrupted you but it was a surprise to hear such a beautiful voice singing in my mother tongue," I explained, still in Aragonian.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 17, 2009 10:03:00 GMT -5
I smiled my thanks, then patted the empty space beside me. "Tell me more." I was curious, and plesantly surprised to be able to converse like this with what appeared to be a native Aragonian. Then I recalled my Eglantine schooled manners, and hopped up lightly, spinning to a stop in front of him with a flourish and a bow. "Forgive my terrible manners, Señor. I am Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine." I stood, and a genuine smile was on my face now, "And you might be?"
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 17, 2009 10:14:53 GMT -5
"Ah beautiful Señorita," I said as I smiled upon her, "forgiveness is not needed for there was no foul," I said as I took her hand gently and kissed the back of it. "My name is Baltasar de Cordova. I am pleased to meet you Tsura," I said as I sat where she had indicated, looking up at her. She was graceful and I had to wonder whether she was in Eglantine for her voice, or for dancing ability.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 17, 2009 15:14:12 GMT -5
I could only blame my error on the upset of my mother's visit, and was glad when he smiled back at me. When he sat, I smiled again, "It is my pleasure to meet you, my lord."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 17, 2009 17:14:30 GMT -5
"Well!" I said with a grin, "that made me feel rather important!" I said with a chuckle. "And why is it a pleasure to meet me of all people?" I asked with a grin that stretched from one ear to the other.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 17, 2009 17:46:54 GMT -5
I laughed and gave another bow, rising slowly with my eyes on him as I did so. "Why, because we can talk to each other. And in Aragonian, none the less." I smiled, "And because you shook me out of my self-pity party."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 18, 2009 18:50:21 GMT -5
I smiled at her. She was vivacious, and I quite enjoyed it. And ah, Elua, to speak Aragonian again! I had a right mind to introduce her to Eduardo, too. "Now what on earth were you self-pitying," I asked with a grin, doing as she had done to me and patting the seat beside me.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 18, 2009 18:57:55 GMT -5
I sat back down where I had previously been seated, though I turned so I could look him in the face. With a slight shrug, I winced, "I was feeling sorry for myself, thinking about my mother and stepfather." I paused and sighed, "They decided to pay me an unannounced visit, all the way from their home in Aragonia."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 18, 2009 19:47:39 GMT -5
"Ah," I said with a smile as I leaned forward and looked into her eyes. "And... this is a cause for sadness why, if you don't mind my asking," I asked with a soft smile.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 18, 2009 20:02:56 GMT -5
I wrinkled my nose, the thought of my stepfather being so distasteful. "My stepfather. I'm convinced that he hates me. Whyelse would he have coerced my mother into sending me off to stay with Cousin Annelise?"
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 19, 2009 15:11:19 GMT -5
I frowned softly and patted her shoulder gently. "I don't know... I don't know the whole story. Mayhap you should start at the beginning?" I said with an encouraging smile.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 19, 2009 17:49:35 GMT -5
I shook my head, "I would rather think of happier things, if you don't mind." I pushed a windblown strand of hair out of my face, then smiled, "Tell me more about yourself instead."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 19, 2009 20:32:37 GMT -5
I nodded in understanding. "Well, I am here, from Aragonia, on a business venture," I said with a smile. "My family home is a vineyard, we make wines," I said wtih a grin, "and so I have something of a wine cafe and shoppe here in the City to make our wares better known. Other than that, I am the eldest of two children and play the lyre," I said with a chuckle. "Basically my life story in a nut shell. You are from Eglantine, yes?" I asked, in a way rhetorically, "do you sing, dance, play?" I asked.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 19, 2009 20:37:42 GMT -5
I listend, nodding in the appropriate places. A smile lit my face when he mentioned that he played the lyre, and I gave him an interested look. "I would like to hear you play your lyre. And yes, I am from Eglantine house. I was more or less raised there. I can dance, quite well if I might add, and I occassionally sing, as you heard today."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 21, 2009 20:42:26 GMT -5
I smiled bightly. "Ah, sing and dance, that is a lovely combination," I said with a grin, the smile reaching my eyes. "I would love to play for you anytime you wish my fair lady. Anytime and anywhere," I said with a deeper smile.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 21, 2009 20:47:30 GMT -5
I smiled back, and again thought how nice it was to talk to a person who shared my Aragonian heritage. "Why thank you, kind sir. And sometimes it is necessary to sing, to explain the story being told by the dance being performed." I smiled again, "I would love to show you. You should pay a visit to Eglantine house."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 23, 2009 11:37:03 GMT -5
"I really think I shall," I said with a smile as I looked upon her. "Maybe even today?" I asked with a raised brow.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 23, 2009 16:41:08 GMT -5
I smiled and gave a little laugh, then nodded. "If you want. Although, I would recommend waiting until a bit later in the evening. I don't have anything planned, but that would give my mother and her husband time to be gone so they won't raise uncomfortable questions."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 23, 2009 17:36:53 GMT -5
I smiled at her words, nodding. "Well mayhap you would like to have lunch with me in the meantime? Or maybe a walk?"
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 23, 2009 19:01:09 GMT -5
I was faintly surprised to hear him ask about lunch. I had clearly lost track of the time. Glancing up at the sky, I frowned. It wasn't usually like me to while away so much time. Looking down, and at Baltasar's smile, I nodded, "Of course. Lunch sounds excellent. Where shall we go?"
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 24, 2009 16:56:22 GMT -5
I smiled at her as she seemed to come to the realization of the time. "Anywhere you please, my dear, there is this little place that is Aragonian themed," I said, "or anywhere else you desire."
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 24, 2009 17:08:49 GMT -5
I smiled and one eyebrow rose, "Didn't you mention a wineshop? Mayhap you could give me a tour?"
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 24, 2009 20:26:49 GMT -5
I was already smiling but, at her suggestion, my smile widened and I ran a hand through my locks.
"Well certainly, though there's no really large meals, just snacks and of course wine," I said with a chuckle. "But I would love to show you around."
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 24, 2009 20:51:21 GMT -5
I had known he wouold like that. Men usually enjoyed talking about themselves and showing off their accomplishments. "I think a snack is all I could manage now anyway, since I'm most excited to see your establishment." I hopped lightly to my feet and offered a hand. "Shall we?"
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 25, 2009 9:26:21 GMT -5
I chuckled at her exuberance and took her hand, though I did not use it to rise to my feet. She was a small, delicate sort of thing, though not too delicate. The thought made my lips curl upwards at the corner. "Yes, lets," I said with a grin as I took up her arm and started walking us in the direction. "So, what would you say then is your favourite type of wine?" I asked her. It didn't hurt to do some research at the same time.
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Post by Tsura Kirchner nó Eglantine(I) on Oct 25, 2009 9:59:58 GMT -5
I smiled as he stood, and had to think about his question for a moment. "I think I would have to say..... I rather enjoy most fruit flavored mead. Even regular mead is good." I glanced up at him, "Do you sell mead in your shop?"
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Oct 25, 2009 23:23:44 GMT -5
"Fruit flavoured mead," I murmured, musing, "I had never thought of that. Thats a fantastic idea!" I said as, in the excitement of the moment, I grabbed her face, my palms against her cheeks, and kissed her, full on the mouth. I pulled back quickly after realising what I had done, and started to apologize copiously.
"My gods! I am.. so sorry... please... forgive my insolence... I was just.. excited at the idea... you just gave me the idea for a new product," I explained as I plead with her with my eyes to forgive my misstep.
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