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Post by Camille nó Cereus on Feb 15, 2011 21:37:38 GMT -5
I'd finally been given leave to go out, after completing a marathon of lessons in preparation for my eventual debut. We were never allowed to go far, of course, but the Marketplace was one area where we were allowed to go, in the daytime, and so I found myself here with precious little coin to spend, a gift from an older adept whom I was close with.
I felt a bit badly, however, that I had other plans than a simple shopping excursion, but not bad enough to stop myself from following one Gareth no Valerian around the stalls. I'd been paying attention to the Valerians lately, picking them out at functions and events, trying to spy a glimpse of my erstwhile elder brother, and had managed to see him once or twice from afar. We were nothing alike, he and I, and I wondered if father had merely been making that story up, but now that it was in my mind, I could not shake it.
Today I'd decided to try to gather a little intelligence, so this Valerian fellow that I had seen somewhere, that someone had told me his name in passing, he was my first target. Gathering my nerve, when he paused at a stall to look at the wares, I bumped him, then stopped and apologized.
"Oh dear, my apologizes, my lord," I said, curtsying and trying to look as innocent and empty-headed as possible.
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Post by Gareth nó Valerian on Feb 15, 2011 22:16:43 GMT -5
With everything that had been going on, and going better, I'd been trying to ease myself out of the cocoon of safety I'd built at Valerian and back into the rest of the world. What Emilius had said on our outing as well as the reciprocal assignation and Showing had done a good deal to bring me back to a state of mind somewhat resembling my previous one, though I had a feeling I'd never completely be that person again. Old Gareth had let himself be tortured for the sake of being Valerian and the reminder that someone had to bear it- now I wasn't so naive.
I'd stopped at a stall with little bits of glass and trinkets, mostly drawn by the glitter and gleam of them more than any real interest, though the idea of getting a gift or two crossed my mind. They were well-crafted things if not the most flamboyant and that somehow let the real beauty in them shine through, like diamonds in the rough. Smiling slightly I was trying to decide whether or not I wanted to move on when a brush against my side drew my attention and I turned slightly toward it, more curious than anything, and saw a younger girl standing there, looking apologetic and sweet as she curtsied gracefully like a younger noble lady or a trainee adept. "There's nothing to apologize for and I'm not a lord," I told her with a slight smile and an easy tone, remembering my manners and my smile while I gave her a slight bow. Did I really seem that intimidating or was she always so polite. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Random Event on Feb 17, 2011 15:16:07 GMT -5
Random Event: A fight erupts at a nearby stall; two men are involved, fists swinging and wares being knocked over.
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Post by Camille nó Cereus on Feb 17, 2011 22:37:31 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm fine," I said, laughing softly and shaking my head. "Just clumsy. The better question is, are you all right, seeing as I've gone and knocked into you like that." He seemed nice, pleasant and he had an infectious smile. Valerian and Mandrake adepts always had a shroud of mystery about them, and Gareth was no exception, though I tried to keep my inherent curiosity in check. I was going to introduce myself, when there was a sudden commotion nearby.
I gave a little shriek when I realized what was happening, as the stall next to us suddenly erupted into shouts and fists flying and pottery crashing to the ground next to us. Without thinking, I leapt out of the way, right into Gareth's arms.
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Post by Gareth nó Valerian on Feb 28, 2011 17:44:52 GMT -5
The girl seemed just as sweet as she spoke and I smiled a bit more warmly at her words, and even managed a small chuckle and shook my head. "I'm just fine, and I've had rougher bumps before," I told her in a bit of pragmatic sincerity- after all, I was a Valerian and used to a bit more than the average person may have been.
When the sound of a fight broke down it startled me as much as her and as she leapt into my arms I took a step back from the general chaos, bringing her with me. The poor girl seemed too young and delicate to do more than give the shriek she already had and I wasn't the kind of person who was going to worry about propriety when someone was scared, even when they were a stranger. Another step or two backward and we were away from the fray and I gave another small chuckle. "Well, that was surprising. NOW are you alright?"
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Post by Camille nó Cereus on Mar 10, 2011 1:34:29 GMT -5
"I think so," I said, flushing deep red as I realized what I had done. "Does... does that happen often around here?" I asked, imagining that this must be why fosterlings were not allowed out on Mont Nuit on their own.
I extricated myself from his arms as the fight broke up, two burly armed men that were not exactly the City guard but that did seem to have some kind of authority, pulling the men apart. I ceased to watch after that, my attention more focused on the man in front of me.
"I'm Camille, by the way," I said, smiling brightly and trying to put the recent trying moment behind me. "Camille no Cereus."
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