Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov
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Sovereign Duchesse of Eisande, Lady of Marsilikos *Voted Member of Best Storyline 2010*
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 14, 2010 22:18:14 GMT -5
Being away from Fydor and waiting for the right time to go to Ruskovia so I could be with him seemed to have given me an artistic streak. I painted from memory and sometimes sheer emotion on canvas, scenes of the sea I missed from my home as well as images of people or things in nature. It seemed I had to run out every week or so I was out of paint but still felt the urge to do so, and it was something I preferred to do for myself so I could pick out the colors that drew me the most at the time. I knew that this was a habit born of loneliness and fear, and probably other feelings I was holding back but that wasn't of concern at the moment. I wanted to paint
With that in mind I'd made sure I looked presentable and taken my coin purse, then wrapped a warm cloak around my shoulders and made my way to the Artisan's District. There were a variety of places here that catered specifically to artists as well as some of the more modestly priced shops. The Gallery had just recently re-opened for the spring season, which I reminded myself that I should see when I was calmer. The streets were still somewhat bare in the chilly air and the breeze was brisk, which most people would rather not endure if they didn't have to.
But I wanted to paint more, so I just wrapped my cloak more firmly around myself and continued on, the barest hint of red hair showing around the edges of my hood and most of my attention on where I was going rather than what was around me.
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Post by Mael Leblanc on Dec 18, 2010 21:25:34 GMT -5
"Why are we here, again?" I demanded of Adrien as he jerked me to and fro, likely in order to avoid the crowds. "You like the Artisan's District," came the cool reply. "Besides, 'tis spring, and you need to keep yourself in prime physical condition. You've become lazy, Mael."
"Oh, I have not!" I argued, trying to block all the noise but the sound of his voice out of my head. The Artisan's District was perhaps the noisiest part of the city when a fete wasn't drawing the City's attention elsewhere.
I never heard Adrien's reply, for as soon as the words had left my mouth, I plowed into someone, falling flat on my arse. I heard Adrien exclaim an obscenity in the clipped syllables of the Bodhistani language. "Mael, are you okay? Oh--" I wondered if there was something interesting about my assailant, Adrien never used that tone of voice unless he was speaking about a female.
"Please excuse my friend, m'lady." I heard him say. "He is blind and obviously cannot see where he is going."
"Why do I always seem to be colliding with women?" I muttered as I picked myself up off the ground.
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Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov
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Sovereign Duchesse of Eisande, Lady of Marsilikos *Voted Member of Best Storyline 2010*
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 19, 2010 16:52:50 GMT -5
It seemed that I was bumping into people more and more lately, but that was only a sign of my own clumsiness and occupied and not any fault of anyone else as far as I could tell. This time I'd been alternating between watching the ground in front of me and the signs of the shops as I passed, and as I turned from looking across the street and back forward I caught the barest glimpse of a figure in front of me. With a startled half-gasp I'd managed to stop myself just short of stepping on the man's foot, but I wasn't able to step out of the way and he'd run into me, falling to the pavement before me.
Instantly a bright blush rose to my cheeks and I was frozen for a moment before I looked over at the dusky-skinned man standing nearby who'd evidently been leading the person I'd run nearly headlong into. The Bhodistani he spoke was actually somewhat recognizable to me from what I'd learned as an aid to the trades and alliances I made for Eisande, but the word itself was not one I'd heard in quite some time, especially from the mouths of diplomats. The flush on my cheeks darkened a bit more in embarrassment but I had to admit that I deserved it with what I'd done. I could have hurt someone.
"Oh, it's alright, I'm the one who shouuld be sorry," I told him with a weak smile, still trying to calm the heat that had risen to my face as I took a careful step toward the person I'd knocked down. He was obviously not Bhodistani but d'Angeline, and very much blind. I really needed to start paying more attention. "Please forgive me for not watching where I was walking, I truly apologize." I could hear the soothing tone of my voice that seemed to always take effect when I was trying to smooth things over after an error or misunderstanding creep into my words and I gently reached out a hand and rested my fingers on the wrist of the man who'd found himself on the pavement, ready to help him up if he wished as well as letting him know where I was.
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Post by Mael Leblanc on Dec 21, 2010 0:21:38 GMT -5
I felt a light touch on my wrist. Her voice seemed to stir something deep inside me, and it wasn't my phallus. It was almost uncanny, the way she spoke, the dulcet tone of her voice.
She sounded like my mother, not exactly like her, of course, but her voice had had the same effect on people, calming an agitated body, soothing a troubled mind.
"Mael..."
Adrien's voice broke my reverie, and I realized I hadn't said anything in reply to her. "Oh, well, no harm done!" I said, sounding quite unlike my usual brusque self as I brushed my breeches, a habit that had been ingrained in me since childhood.
"Are you from Eisande, by any chance?" I asked, before realizing that I had probably just reached the height of rudeness. "Ah, I mean, excuse me, m'lady." I sketched a brief bow in the direction of her voice. "My name is Mael Leblanc, and my companion is Adrien--his family name is a little hard to pronounce, I'm afraid..."
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Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov
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Sovereign Duchesse of Eisande, Lady of Marsilikos *Voted Member of Best Storyline 2010*
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 22, 2010 14:17:17 GMT -5
The blind man and his friend both seemed a little taken aback by my reaction and presence, but neither of them seemed angry or worried, just surprised. Sometimes nobles tended to blame things that they did on other people, especially those who seemed to carry less status within the City- and as rude as that was it was the way some people behaved. I knew better though, and I'd been raised to look on all people as though they had the same rights, if not the same circumstances.
It was the expression of surprise and nostalgia on the blonde's face that really caught my attention though, the way it was readable even though he was obviously blind. I could only wonder at it, smiling slightly and waiting for him to rise before I released his wrist so I could be sure he was able to keep his balance. The two men seemed to be close friends and there wasn't much doubt that they managed to look after each other.
"I'm glad to hear you're not hurt," I told him as he spoke, smiling a bit more widely at his question and giving a polite curtsy in return for his bow; after all just because he couldn't see it didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate it or didn't deserve it, and I did the same for his friend Adrien, who still seemed somewhat surprised at this interaction. Was it somehow out of character for the two of them? "My name is Lessa and I'm from Marsilikos," I continued in a happy tone. "It's a pleasure to meet the two of you. How could you tell where I was from?"
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Post by Mael Leblanc on Jan 3, 2011 0:12:42 GMT -5
"Marsilikos..." I repeated. The name instantly brought to mine tales that my mother had told me, of how Eisheth was the first Lady of Marsilikos.
"My mother was from Eisande," I explained before I became lost in thought. "Your voice reminded me of hers." I felt my cheeks heat. "I know that probably isn't the most sensible explanation." I had no doubt that Adrien was probably favouring me with a look he reserved for madmen, but I didn't care, I knew what I knew, and I couldn't explain it.
"Mayhap folk of Eisande smell like compassion; the way Anael's scions smell of apples," I suggested, breaking into a wide grin.
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Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov
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Sovereign Duchesse of Eisande, Lady of Marsilikos *Voted Member of Best Storyline 2010*
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Jan 13, 2011 20:22:32 GMT -5
"I think it makes a lot of sense," I told him with a shy smile- he couldn't see it but that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to hear it and his friend was perfectly able to see. "Different places have different dialects if nothing else, and they say that Eisheth had a sweet voice." From the way he referred to his mother in the past tense I could guess that she died or was no longer with him and I felt a stab of sympathy. My own mother had been dead for two years but with everything that was happening I missed her deeply.
At his suggestion that we had an air or scent of kindness I flushed slightly and smiled a little wider. "It's a nice idea, but I can't say whether that's the case or not," I replied in a slightly apologetic tone before I continued. "Are you from Marsilikos as well or did your mother move before you were born?" Maybe not the best question considering she may well be dead, but I kept my tone gentle. Sometimes talking about things like that helped a bit.
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