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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jun 29, 2011 23:11:47 GMT -5
I loved visiting the marketplace, even though I could now afford to shop in the pricier districts in the City. There was something about the sights and sounds, and yes, even smells, of the marketplace that made shopping there a singular experience.
Of late I was infatuated with the scent of sandalwood, which was hard to find in the City these days, what with all of the unrest making trade riskier than usual. The marketplace, however, always managed to have what I was looking for and today was no exception. Thus far I had found two sandalwood-scented candles and a perfume that smelled of spice and cinnamon.
I was at the oil sellers now, and I had found a tiny vial of sandalwood-scented oil, which I dabbed on my wrists and behind my ears while I waited for the shopkeep to arrive and take my money.
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jun 30, 2011 0:34:13 GMT -5
I decided that it would be a good idea for a shopping spree. I mean what fun is a jester who's always at court. The humor lies out on the street, amongst the people. And besides I wanted to smell nice. So it was with those two goals in mind, the furtherance of my wit and the need for perfume, that I went to the marketplace. I chose to dress simply but well enough to show my status.
My first stop was at the oil sellers where I saw a very lovely blonde waiting for service. I thought it might be nice to strike up a conversation, see where things went. "Pardon me, m'lady, but I was wondering what scent you would recommend for a man such as myself."
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jun 30, 2011 20:51:22 GMT -5
I turned with a smile when I was addressed, for I did so love conversation. His question was a good one, and I tapped my chin as I considered.
"Hmm, I'm not sure, I don't think I know you well enough to hazard a guess. Tell me what you do and perhaps I can think of something." I said it almost as an order, wondering if he was an adept, like myself. There was a grace to him that made me think of the Night Court, though I did not know him.
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jun 30, 2011 21:32:17 GMT -5
I found myself laughing a little as we got right to the subject of occupation already. “Why, m’lady, I am the one and only Court Jester of Elua, trained in Orchis by Eglantines, and I have toured this fair land spreading laughter, wit, and a few other things, across it’s towns villages, cities, and maidens.” I then gave her a bow and tilted my head. “Any help or should I repeat myself?”
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 2, 2011 20:44:12 GMT -5
"A jester?" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together lightly. I was no Orchis, but that did not mean that I did not enjoy laughter and lightheartedness as much as they. "No need to repeat, good sir, though I do like a good joke or bawdy tune," I laughed. I pondered the scents anew, for something lighthearted...
I chose one and sniffed it delicately. "How about this?" It was a light orange scent, with a bit of gardenia and something of the sea. It made me think of summer days and carefree nights, and perhaps it was not funny in and of itself, but it was certainly light and airy.
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 2, 2011 21:17:27 GMT -5
She seem pleased enough with being in the company of a Jester and it was a fact that pleased me as well.
She picked out a scent for me and I took it and applied just a little to my wrist and sniffed. I liked the smell, sharp and sweet to me. It felt free, and maybe just a little bit untamed and I grinned. "Seems perfect to me." It was only then when the thought came to me to introduce myself. "My name is Pierre, by the way." I offered her a bow and a little wink.
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 4, 2011 12:53:06 GMT -5
"A pleasure to meet you, Pierre," I said, watching as he applied some of the scent to his skin. "I am Eaving no Heliotrope." I held my own scent, and with a smile I placed a drop on my own wrist and held it out to him. "What do you think, Pierre, does this suit me?"
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 4, 2011 15:49:39 GMT -5
I might have suspected that she was an adept. She certainly had the looks and manners for it. Then of course, some would say that I had neither, but look at me. “A pleasure indeed,” I said and took her wrist and sniffed. The most odd form on greeting if ever there was one. However the scent made me smile and I glanced up into her eyes. “I approve, though I feel that I must know more about you in order to be certain that it fits.” I held back a jest about other things fitting as well.
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 5, 2011 21:56:11 GMT -5
"More about me?" I said, raising a brow. "I'm afraid I am tragically dull, my friend. Born and raised in Heliotrope, nothing special. I do have a twin sister, if that helps to make me more interesting." I laughed and wondered what Ethan would think of Pierre, because it always mattered to me what her opinion was on any given topic. "I also enjoy lemon tarts and other sour things, staying up too late, and kottabos, does that help?"
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 5, 2011 22:40:28 GMT -5
I laughed fully at the twin comment and answered, “Only if she’s identical.... Lemon tarts, good good. I’m always a fan of staying up to late. Yes this is quite helpful indeed...” I then paused and traced the lines of her face with my eyes. “So yes, keep the scent.... May have have another sniff, just to make certain of course?” I grinned at her and reached out for her hand.
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 8, 2011 23:45:54 GMT -5
"She is, so I suppose that helps..." I laughed and offered him my hand, truthfully amused by him and rather enjoying myself. Impulsively I took a step closer to him and lowered my voice conspiratorially, "I know the best place in the City to get lemon tarts, and I'll show you, if you promise to keep it a secret." Of course, the place was hardly a secret, it was a bakery, but a small one that I'd found hidden down a side street. The woman there really did have the best lemon tarts, among other things.
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 9, 2011 0:19:30 GMT -5
I grinned and happily took her hand again, making a show of flipping it over, palm down, palm up, and then palm down again and I seemed as thought I would smell it again, but instead gave her such a kiss at a true courtier might, my eyes on her all the while. I then lifted my head and listened as she whispered and my answered were hushed and whispered back. “Are you certain you would trust a jester to keep such a secret? I would do it no matter what you think though … I want those tarts.” I licked my lips, half at the thought of the treat, and half at the thought of the treat in closer proximity.
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 9, 2011 0:54:14 GMT -5
I smiled at the kiss, a true adept he was, we always knew each other, no matter the House. Orchis and Heliotrope might hold a different canon, but that did not make me a stranger to fun and laughter, and I laughed again at his response.
"I do trust you, Messire, because once you taste them, you will not want to share the secret with others." I motioned to the shopgirl and gave her a few coins for my purchase, turning back to Pierre with a smile. "Come along then, if you will, and I will give you a taste you won't soon forget." The words were a bit racy, said with a grin and a wink, and my heart felt lighter for it already.
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 9, 2011 1:16:03 GMT -5
They must be quite delicious indeed … especially if they were good enough to make an innuendo with. “I’m looking forward to it,” I winked back at her and offered her my arm, but only after paying for the scent she had recommended. "Now, let us be off!" I said, a little loud then looked at her and hushed right down. "I mean, lead the way," placing a finger to my lips.
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 9, 2011 1:24:33 GMT -5
I giggled when he spoke loudly, taking his arm and leading us away from the perfume sellers stall. The bakery was very near the marketplace, but in the spirit of fun, I took us down several alleys and made the entire affair seem more secretive than it truly was.
"Now don't try to memorize the path," I cautioned him with a teasing smile. "I shall have to blindfold you if I think you might steal my secrets!"
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 9, 2011 2:21:33 GMT -5
We made our way though alleyways and every so often I would comment on how many shady happenings must have … happened. The arm in arm slowly morphed into hand in hand and I think I liked it better that way. At her comment I looked back at her playfully. “Oh come now, do you think jester has enough up here to actually memorize a path? We are fools you know.” I followed that up by singing a little tune in Ruskovian about a baker’s daughter and how she happened to get her bun in oven. I’d heard that song only once and remembered it perfectly, no doubt because the singing had quite the amusing voice.
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 9, 2011 16:13:11 GMT -5
It seemed that everything Pierre said was amusing, and I wondered if that was by design or chance, but it did not truly matter, I enjoyed it either way. The song he sang had me giggling madly, like a young girl again, and at one point I had to stop walking because my sides were hurting.
"Oh, stop," I said, wiping a tear from my eye. "I don't believe you are a fool for one moment, that song was genius, truly." I squeezed his hand and pointed to the bakery, a small store with only a broken wooden sign hanging up to indicate that it was indeed a shop. "And look, we're here already."
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 9, 2011 18:34:30 GMT -5
I stopped when she did and had to laugh a bit myself, helping her to wipe the laughing tears away. “Well thank you.” I then turned to look at the bakery and I licked my lips. “Well that look promising indeed.” I snuck around behind her and crouched low, allowing myself a good look at her rear at the same time. “Lead the way!”
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 11, 2011 20:56:26 GMT -5
"Come along, silly," I said, still holding back chuckles as I pushed open the swinging door to the place. It seemed to have once been some sort of bar, with that sort of counter, though the woman had redecorated and set out samples of sweets all along the bar.
"Ah, Eaving!" She called out when she saw me, grinning and pushing a plate of some sort of lemon square at me. "I made this and thought of you. It's not a tart, but I think you'll like it just the same." She looked to Pierre and then back to me. "And you've brought a friend, I see."
"Yes, Madame Marie, this is Pierre." I pulled him forward a bit, as if showing off a treat of my own. "He likes lemons too." She laughed and shook her head.
"Well, you each take one to try and tell me how you like them."
I took two from the plate and offered one to Pierre.
"How do you like this, we're guinea pigs now!"
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 16, 2011 0:37:35 GMT -5
I stepped inside and was met with all sorts of delightful smells, the type that I truly preferred more than perfume because it held the promise of something goo-- alright so can perfume.
I walked up to the counter and placed both palms on it and oogled the lemon square though I diverted my gaze to our hostess and offered a happy smile when Eaving introduced us. “Well there are worse creatures, better too but also worse.” I lifted the square to my mouth and closed down, my eyes lidding too at the mixture of texture sweetness and tart. “It’s delicious, really!”
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 16, 2011 22:11:17 GMT -5
I watched Pierre for a moment, and then tasted my own treat, tasting the tartness of the lemon and the subtle sweetness of the sugar. It was actually a bit better than the tart, because there was less crust and what there was was lighter and flakier.
"Mmm, this is my new favorite thing!" I exclaimed. "Madame Marie, you have outdone yourself once more." The woman snorted and shook her head, addressing Pierre.
"I don't know how this one keeps her figure, she does nothing but eat sweets all the time. My bakery depends on her business!" She threw up her hands, but smiled as she packaged up several of the lemon bars.
"I exercise a lot!" I retorted, through a mouthful of tart. She rolled her eyes, but we were both laughing. I glanced over at Pierre as I licked the sticky lemon from my fingers. "Honestly, I don't eat that many sweets, she exaggerates."
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Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jul 17, 2011 1:48:31 GMT -5
I grinned at the comment about exercise. I’m sure she does … and I’m sure it’s not swimming. I watched Eaving lick the residue from her fingers and my mind ventured to glorious places. “Well, perhaps the figure comes from the sweets. It could be one of Helitrope’s secrets of success?”
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Post by Eaving nó Heliotrope on Jul 24, 2011 15:05:13 GMT -5
I laughed and went along with that idea.
"Indeed, it must be what makes us so very sweet. Heliotrope: sweet on the inside and the out!" Giggling still, I ordered more lemon squares to go, and then turned to Pierre while they were being boxed up.
"Would you like to come along with me to my favorite place to eat sweets in secret?" My eyes twinkled with mirth and I hoped that he would agree.
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