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Post by Faye on Jan 22, 2019 18:00:53 GMT
Taverns, a common place for anyone to frequent. Each one unique in their own right, but with the same undertones that make them oh so useful. If one wanted general information, or simply to get a decent feel of a city there was no better place to start than a tavern. Or, at the very least, this was how Aislinn felt and had been the thought process behind her actions over the past few days. The half-elf had only recently arrived in Waterdeep, less than a full week had passed since she set foot through the southern gate. Over the course of said week, Aislinn had spent her days exploring what Waterdeep had to offer in the form of shops, landmarks, and simply places that piqued her curiosity which wasn't a hard feat to accomplish. While her nights were spent trying out a different tavern, right now the count was at five, yet she hadn't managed to find what she was looking for and hoped tonight may prove just that little bit more successful than all the others.
So it was Aislinn found herself sitting in a sequestered corner of The Blue Mermaid, a little tavern making its home in the dock ward. Admittedly, she hadn't paid much attention to the exterior, her thoughts having been centralized on getting out of the biting winter rain that could still be heard from inside as it pelted the roof. Inside, however, it was a warm place, in lighting, atmosphere, and even temperature. The people seemed good-natured and jovial, though that could have been the ale which while not the best quality certainly did its job. Most patrons were crowded around circular wooden tables conversing with one another, playing a game of cards, or nursing their third or fourth pint. It was loud enough to make it difficult to pinpoint what a single person was saying unless you were right next to them, and even then it would typically be up to an ale addled brain to chose if you fully understood what they had said.
None of this had much of an effect on Aislinn, as she was simply there to watch and observe. Green eyes continually scanned the crowd for anyone of interest, as the fingers of her left hand idly tapped the edge of the half-full worn metal mug in front of her. Currently, the blonde was seated on a simple wooden stool, her back to a wall. Her right arm was propped on the wooden table before her while her chin rested in the palm of her hand. Each time someone new walked through the tavern door she would give them a once over before returning to her seemingly pointless observing. Admittedly at this particular moment, no one in the establishment managed to hold her interest. Aislinn was, after all, looking for anyone who seemed like they might be able to hold their own in a fight, and so far she mainly saw dockworkers, sailors, and individuals she wasn't about to ask for help in a fight, at least not in the kind she was planning for.
With a light groan the young woman dropped the arm holding her chin up to the table and quickly had the other join it before letting her forehead come to rest on her forearms. "This was a bloody stupid plan." She muttered under her breath, relying on the din of sound around her to keep those words heard by her ears alone. She remained like this for a moment or two simply letting her mind dip into the dark pool of doubt that lingered there no matter what. "I should just go home." The blonde added on to her previous statement after letting herself think, though it was yet to be seen whether she'd take her own advice this time or if something would continue to push her down the path she'd chosen all those months ago.
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Post by pastels on Jan 23, 2019 7:09:03 GMT
The Blue Mermaid.
To think that she confused it for The Blushing Mermaid when she first arrived! How astounded she must have looked the first time she saw the weathered, plain exterior and its equally unremarkable clientele. “Are they going through a recession?” Proserpina remembered whispering to herself as glanced from one end to another. Where were the open baths and the mermaids? Ooh, and look at those beams! When was the last time these walls had a lime wash?
Unfortunately, it was the best she could afford with her emaciated purse. The sojourn from Chessenta had all but depleted her funds, and now Proserpina had to make use of her talents if she wanted to survive in Waterdeep. She didn’t want to have to resort to selling off her trinkets and baubles… That was a rather telling level of desperation, now, and it wasn’t a good look on her.
Now.. All of the (affordable) inns and taverns were, frankly, too drab. Why, a few were even stacked to the brim with customers that leered at her every time she passed. This one had less excitement than a cemetery during the day, but she preferred safety over excitement when it came to her health… and her possessions. Out of all the objects the courtier had carried with her, she couldn't afford losing the one. A lyre, made of sleek, dark heartwood. It was deceptively simple when compared to its owner's decadent style, and it was a gift she had treasured since childhood. The thought of losing it to a light-fingered cutthroat made her feel faint.
And so she endured.
The owner was a sweet, maternal sort, and it was easy for Proserpina to weasel in the older woman’s favor. She started to ply her arts as a live-in performer to improve the atmosphere in the tavern, but it was slow going. No matter. She was well-versed in longterm plans. Maybe a week more and she could start to suggest placing scented candles around the dining area. Ooh, and a new banner by the door! After that, she would bust out the livelier music—oh, and maybe then, she could start with her chants! A good paean does wonders for the soul. Most importantly, it would surely bring some much-needed spark (and coin) into the establishment. One cannot enliven a place so dedicated to prudish simplicity, you know.
It was on one such dull day that Proserpina spied the woman. The tiefling was used to seeing smiles and the occasional dreamy look after her performances, maybe even a swoon or two once she started to sing, but a frown? She hadn’t gotten that bad, right?
… Granted, the acoustics were poor and the clientele were far from the discerning sort…
“Why such a glum face, my friend?”
A voice, undeniably feminine yet deep and rich in its musicality, hailed Aislinn. Proserpina wore a ready smile on her face as she spread her arms outward, the bangles on her wrists jangling softly along with the chains looped across her horns. Crowded as it was, the tiefling was surely an odd sight in her unfamiliar attire—a toga colored a soft buttery hue, held up on the shoulders by bronze medallions and simple pins. “’Tis not my music which caused this, yes? Pray tell, then, how I can bring you joy!”
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Aislinn Atwood, 3rd Level Circle of the Land Druid | Merli, 3rd Level Sorcerer
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Post by Faye on Jan 23, 2019 17:08:12 GMT
Wallowing in self-pity certainly wasn't something Aislinn did often, but every now and then she just couldn't quite seem to keep it all bottled up. While her mind slogged through the doubts and fears she had made her all the more sullen. Though the cloud of worry that bogged her down was interrupted by a voice, and one she had yet to hear during her stay in Waterdeep. Admittedly that wasn't hard to accomplish but she did make a mental note of that fact as she lifted her head to stare in the direction of the sound. Shock, this was the first emotion to flicker through grass green eyes as Aislinn unabashedly stared. The young half-elf had certainly heard stories, and even read a book here or there that made mention of Tieflings but Aislinn herself had never had the chance to see, or even interact with one.
Which explained, at least in her own mind, why she took a few seconds to simply stare at the other woman, the words she had spoken taking their sweet time to process in her mind. Instead of doing the polite thing and responding Aislinn simply continued to look towards the Tiefling woman. Her gaze stopping first on the bangles that adorned her wrists, before moving to her admittedly strange choice in attire, before reaching her face. There a green gaze met a golden one for only a second before Aislinn found her attention focused on the curving horns atop Proserpina's head. The shock in her eyes shifted first to bewilderment, followed by curiosity, and finished with realization. With a snap of her head, the half-elf's gaze was focused exclusively on the table.
"Sorry, didn't mean to stare," This was said in a soft-spoken tone, though loud enough for the other woman to hear without having to strain. "Honestly, I hadn't noticed your performance, though I'm sure it was lovely. My mood is of my own making though, so no need to be concerned with it." As she spoke idle hands grabbed the mug before her and pulled it close, having it rest on the edge of the table while she casually drummed her fingers against the sides. After a few moments, she turned her attention from the contents of her mug towards this strange woman who had decided to talk to her.
"But since you seem invested," With a brief pause to consider her next words, after all, it wasn't every day someone near demanded she tells them how to bring her joy. Particularly when Aislinn herself was drawing a blank on the answer, after all, it had been a decent chunk of time since she had been completely truly happy. Not to say she never was, the blonde was simply unsure of how to answer without divulging what she considered to be too much information. "How about a song? Or, if you're performanced out how about a story from where you hail from? As, from what I can gather, you don't give off the Waterdeep local vibe." The last section was said with a singular light laugh, that ended in a bittersweet smile as she turned her gaze back to the table. "Though, I've been wrong before."
With that she waited, brushing a strand of stray hair behind her ear, as she silently cursed her braiding skills, she never managed to get a neat one and today was no different. On top of that, the presence of Proserpina had brought to the forefront just shabby her own clothes were. Which typically didn't bother Aislinn in the slightest, but she preferred to make a good impression and today didn't seem to be the day for that. Both social and appearance wise, but there was nothing to do about it now so she waited. All the while continuing to drum her fingers against the metal of her mug, the repetitive action oddly comforting to her.
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Post by pastels on Jan 24, 2019 6:23:30 GMT
The young woman turned her head up, and the sullen expression on her face gave way to a look that was all too familiar in its duality. After a breath, a frisson of relief and warmth sped through her being when she found that the stare was curious, not hostile. In a confident, well-practiced motion, Proserpina placed her hands on her hips and posed as the inquiring gaze toured her inhuman features. The tiefling was tall, with a shapely figure and an expressive face—were it not for her vivid magenta skin, monochromatic eyes, and sweeping horns, she could easily pass for a high-class consort. It was also clear that she took the greatest care with her appearance and was rightfully proud of the results.
She turned her hand, palm down, and flexed her fingers outward in a placating gesture when the woman began to apologize. “Oh, no matter! ‘Tis a common action enough, and I am pleased to hold your attention.”
At least it was confirmed that the music wasn’t at fault. That was a relief. With The Blue Mermaid as cramped as it was, there was barely enough space for her to perform—a spot near the bar, where her toes ran the risk of getting trampled underfoot by every approaching customer, was the best position available. Even so, the space and the incessant talking amongst the clientele ensured that her work was naught but a faint strain of white noise. What a sorry place to be for one with her talents! Wait until the wheel of fortune turns…
Proserpina stayed silent after that, her eyes trained on the stranger’s hands. It seemed she was prone to random movement when uncomfortable. Upon hearing the request, the tiefling averted her stare, bared yet another smile then raised a hand flat against her chest. “Very well then! But afore that, an introduction. I am Proserpina Fellsong. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She bowed her head then, courtesies extended, glided down onto the seat opposite of Aislinn.
A song or a story. She hummed, eyes flicking from one side of the room to another as she considered her options. It seemed she wasn’t needed back at her spot for now, and she could spend some time entertaining this girl. But how? Chants were rather nontraditional—not exactly the best of introductions for a stranger, there—and she ran the risk of exposing too much about herself if she talked about Chessenta.
But Chessenta! And she was so far away already. Waterdeep was such an expansive city, filled with a number of colorful people, that an oddly-named tiefling was no special individual. Right?
“Ah, the thought escaped me. What would you like to be called?” Proserpina, eyes bright, leaned forward and rested her chin against her knuckles. “And no, you are correct, friend! I hail from glorious Chessenta, where the wine runs red as the burning sunset and the coliseums clash with the roar of a thousand battles!”
The stories she could tell! Her homeland was rich with lore; every family had their own stories passed down from one generation to the next, a brilliant piece of history that was but a piece of the overarching tapestry. House Argyros itself was built from the ground up by famed warriors, esteemed scholars, and the occasional sophist.
“I suppose it is apparent enough, given my appearance. Are you a local, then, that you could pick a foreigner apart from the crowd with such ease?” Proserpina laughed and eased into a more relaxed posture, her hands placed atop one another on her lap. “First, I have to admit… Where I come from, chants are more common than songs. Our culture is rife with battles—the stories of companions forged through fire and their triumph against insurmountable odds—for we are a martial sort. Have you any questions, or shall I begin with a tale?”
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Post by Faye on Jan 24, 2019 21:15:50 GMT
A small wave of relief washed over Aislinn as her current companion hadn't taken offense to her staring. In addition, it made her that tad bit more comfortable around the stranger. Giving her a final once over as the Tiefling took her seat Aislinn came to the conclusion she wanted to know more, whether or not she would be able to do that was still up for debate. But, it was safe to say her curiosity had been piqued, and the thoughts swirling in her head were drifting towards wonder instead of worry.
"Well, the feeling is mutual," Was the initial response to Proserpina's introduction before the half-elf paused. For a brief second Aislinn considered giving an alias or something of the like, but the more she thought the less point there seemed to be to do such a thing. Not to mention she honestly didn't want to, subterfuge had never been her strong suit, and now wasn't the time to attempt to change that. "Aislinn, you can call me Aislinn." With that she flashed a soft smile, admittedly attempting to seem more accommodating than she had originally appeared to be. After all, it wasn't Proserpina's fault that she had managed to catch Aislinn at a less than optimal time. As such, she felt the need to remedy her behavior over the past few moments.
Finding out the woman was from Chessenta certainly was a surprise, as up until this point Aislinn had never met an individual who hailed from the place or even visited it to be honest. In fact, she knew of the destination only in passing having read about it in a book at one point or another, though that had been at least three years ago now. If the woman's appearance hadn't been enough to get her attention this certainly was. Curiosity was one of the driving forces behind her, and that typically took the form of an interest in new places, strange items, and a plethora of other things. Though before she could bombard Proserpina with an onslaught of question about where she hailed from she gave a small shake of her head.
"Nope, I've been here about a week if I'm remembering correctly. I'm originally from a little village out near The High Forest, that said I really just guessed because of the clothes," With that, she gestured with a single hand towards the toga she was dressed in. "I hadn't seen anything like it before, but for all I know everyone wears them in a ward I haven't been to yet." Finishing with a shrug her hand went back to holding onto her mug while she leaned back in her seat, causing her to brush the wall behind her. While Proserpina began to speak again Aislinn took a swig from the remnants of her mug. Letting out a small hum of thought followed by a gentle laugh as she let the mug return to the table while she thought up a response.
"I'll keep the chants in mind for the future," The soft smile from before had returned and seemed to be a more permanent fixture this time around. "Fair warning, if you offer me a chance to ask questions, you likely won't be able to do much else than answer them for the next hour," Letting out a small chuckle she continued. "But, I don't feel like scaring you away just yet so let's start with a tale shall we?" Planning on settling in for the evening she gave a glance into her mug and frowned before meeting Proserpina's gaze again. "Before we start how about I get us a round, from what I gather they have ale, ale, and more ale," Before continuing she let out a little sigh and gave a slight shake of her head. "Which you probably knew already, you do perform here after all."
Taking a moment to rearrange her thoughts she started up again. "Regardless of that oversight can I get you something? I'm taking you away from your performances and I'd feel bad if I didn't do something, even if it is just a drink."
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Post by pastels on Jan 29, 2019 14:55:10 GMT
"Well met, then, Aislinn," Proserpina said, the name rolling off her tongue with ease. It was a delight to see the girl begin to warm up, if her hesitant smile was any indication--even if cozying up to people became a specialty of hers over the years, as expected of a courtier, it still warmed the heart to see her talents work.
"Oh, my toga." She glanced down at her attire, the yellow fabric muted against the dim candlelight in the tavern. "'Tis cool and elegant, you know. Waterdeep ought to take notice. The nobles here have such strange tastes!" Proserpina then leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "I saw one in the Castle Ward the other day--he had the most ridiculous ribbon on his back! And poofy sleeves! Not to mention his hair."
The tiefling audibly shuddered and with a flick of a wrist, a shimmering bust of a man materialized from thin air. Since The Blue Mermaid was a safe, painfully boring place, the cantrip caused a few heads to swivel in their direction.
Back to the aristocrat.
The creation on his head... There were no words to describe it. It simply seemed like a misinformed attempt to create a beehive, with waxed wings jutting out at both sides. Made of hair. Granted, someone seemed to have tried to pretty it up by weaving in a few pearls and the like but... Well. That just made it look even worse, didn't it?
With a theatrical sigh, the bard wrung her hands up as if to say "I don't understand." Money truly couldn't compensate fir taste. However, what mock exasperation she presented fizzled away once Aislinn's words sunk in. Proserpina blinked. "Oh? The High Forest?"
As she listened more and more, it became apparent that this one was the curious type--and it suited her just fine! Unlike her bureaucrat contemporaries, Proserpina loved to educate herself on not just the classics but also practical information... Most of all speech. She remembered the time she spent hanging around the plazas, listening in on the debates occurring at the same time. There had even been a time when she exchanged ideas with a couple of up-and-coming orators... Ah, sweet memories. She couldn't help but smile. Nurtured by her father and inspired by her brother, Proserpina's mind was a curated treasure trove in manners on rhetoric and the subtle, twisted art of sophistry.
"I would love to hear your questions, actually!" Her fingers drummed against the outside of her arm in unbridled excitement. Proserpina paused. "That is, if you'll agree to it. We can switch; you can ask me, I shall endeavor to answer, vice versa. Your wish is my command. Pick and we shall go from there!"
As if remembering the question, she added, a bright smile on her face, "And wine will do just fine. Your generosity warms the heart, thank you." Of course, she was painfully aware that the wine here was... average, at best.
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Post by Faye on Jan 30, 2019 15:55:39 GMT
During her short burst of social butterfly behavior, Aislinn paused briefly while her new acquaintance explained her attire, and took the opportunity to comment on another's. Though confused initially that was replaced by a small outburst of laughter as the shimmering bust of a ridiculously done up man appeared. Admittedly he magic had been quite the shock, after all, who would expect it in this little tavern? Mentally filing that away she gave a nod here and there as Proserpina spoke, the corner of her smile tilting down for the barest hint of a second at the prospect of answering questions herself. Though, the more she thought on it the more she realized it would only be fair.
"Deal, a question for a question." Giving an affirmative nod of her head. Hearing the next words leave her compatriot she flashed a smile before leaning just out of her stool to find a relatively empty path to the bar. "Why thank you, and with that, I shall go get the promised drinks," With that, she slid from her spot before weaving her way through the still relatively crowded room. Most were sailors or dock worker who had come here to relax after a hard day's work. Taking into account most of them were seated it was not a treacherous walk to the worn and weathered bar with more than a few stains from years of nigh constant use.
Waving down the woman she had earlier Aislinn made her request. A refill for herself and, because she gathered the best would be the most palatable, the best wine they had. With drinks in hand she returned to the table she now shared, setting the small unassuming pitcher of wine down near Proserpina along with the provided cup. All the while idly wondering why they only sold wine by the pitcher, but she wasn't about to complain. Instead, Aislinn returned to her own seat mug firmly clasped in her hands as she took in a breath.
"Alright," The half-elf started centering her gaze on Proserpina. "Before we start I think some ground rules may be in order, nothing extreme just a bit of, oh what's the word, security? Eh, it works. Either way, considering we'll be trading questions I do believe it would be fair for us to, shall we say pass over those we aren't quite comfortable answering." While she spoke one finger drummed lightly on the edge of her mug. Admittedly she was unsure if the tiefling across from her had anything she wouldn't want to answer, but this seemed like a safe route to take nonetheless.
"Now onto the questions," With that though Aislinn paused, she had so many she wanted to ask and truly was unaware of where to start. It also didn't help that she truly didn't want to upset the other woman and wasn't quite certain what was alright to ask and what wasn't. Though it certainly helped that so far Proserpina seemed to be the friendly sort, and that made Aislinn herself feel all the more comfortable. Whatever unease had been present before was already starting to fade, and instead of worry, she found herself more focused in on her curiosity. While she thought Aislinn hummed lightly under her breath and pursed her lips ever so slightly, a habit she had whenever she put more than a mere handful of thought into something.
"Why Waterdeep of all places? I'm quite certain there are closer cities than this to Chessenta to stay in." It was a simple question, or Aislinn thought it was.
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Post by pastels on Feb 1, 2019 14:58:45 GMT
“Ah, lovely!” Proserpina exclaimed, with a smile so bright it stood out against her skin. For all of her posturing and exuberance, she really did care about maintaining a good rapport, and for a second there it seemed as if Aislinn would rebuff the suggestion. But she wouldn’t. Of course not. It was a simple, minute action—a twitch on the lower lip—and surely a less perceptive eye would have missed the sign. Not her. Faces were her trade. She knew firsthand that most communication happened not through words, but by movements and expressions—the mouth could be saying one thing, but quivering fingers and darting eyes told another story. This was child’s play.
Thank Sune for small mercies.
Proserpina inhaled deeply through her nose as the other woman left to get their refreshments. Her thoughts had a certain edge to it that was both familiar and discomfiting. At times… No, always, it seemed as though her mind spoke in a different voice than the one she possessed. And it could be strong. Cold. Certain. It was the voice of a seasoned player in the Game as she plucked at the gossamer-thin cords of power, following the cold rhythm of whispers and secrets traded in shadowed alcoves. Funnily enough, it reminded her of home. The voice had been absent ever since they left Chessenta on that dreadful night; she was too focused on survival, too swept up in raw emotion, to turn her gaze back to the board. Maybe then she might have seen the pieces and where they were supposed to fall.
“’Tis fair enough.” The tiefling agreed with Aislinn’s rules. She settled in her seat the best one could on a worn wooden stool and poured a cup of wine for herself. A cursory taste proved that it, unfortunately, was not the warm spiced wine she suggested yesterday. Change was too slow in this tavern… “Go ahead, then.”
The first question was easy. Proserpina briefly wondered if she should evade the topic—Alkandros did tell her to keep a low profile, after all, and maybe do other things that were frankly inconceivable for someone with her looks. She still couldn’t believe he tried to tell her to live in a mud hut for, what? A year? Or at least until they were ready to return. “And I suppose you expect me to feast on earth and worms, maybe even a cockroach or two if the weather is right?” She remembered saying. For someone so unbelievably intelligent and quick with history and figures, her brother had the awareness of a salt-afflicted slug.
The memory forced a nostalgic smile from her face, which she deftly sculpted into a more exuberant expression.
“Why not? ‘Tis an easy choice!” Proserpina paused for effect, her voice loud enough to hear but not quite enough to deafen, “Waterdeep, The Splendor of the North! Even from where I hail, ‘tis famous for… well, everything. The variety of races, the seafood from the unique harbor, and an entrance to the Underdark! In an inn, no less. Fascinating! I have to admit though, I was mostly interested in the mermaids.” She leaned in again, both elbows on the table. “Once I make my fortune, I’ll move in The Blushing Mermaid. I heard they have a huge bath in there, and mermaids come in to talk to the visitors! That, or Praetor Vaeldis was drunk off his head again when he told the story. But surely they have need of a performer, there?”
Her part over, the tiefling leaned back a bit and cast her eyes towards the ceiling. Her lips were pursed in thought. Eventually, she glanced back at her companion and, lacking none of the animation she showed during her answer, asked, “What was it like, living near the High Forest? I’ve picked on some tales about the elves—all hearsay, I suppose.” Proserpina made a dismissive gesture and took a sip from her cup. “I would rather hear it from the source.”
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Post by Faye on Feb 4, 2019 19:10:34 GMT
Having asked the first of perhaps many questions Aislinn settled into her seat. Elbows resting on the edge of the table that was now being shared, and the point of her chin resting in the palm of her hands. While waiting she intently watched the shift of expressions that slid across her companions face. At first, it seemed reminiscent, but it was just for a moment which made Aislinn question if she'd actually seen the emotion flit across the musician's face. It was quickly shaped into a different one altogether, or perhaps she had simply read it wrong in the first place.
"Mermaids?" It was the first word that slipped out while she listened, it was a bit of a shock to hear. Particularly considering just from the brief reason Proserpina gave Aislinn herself learned more about Waterdeep than she did a minute ago. Proserpina seemed genuinely happy, or perhaps just enthused talking about her future plans which made the corner of Aislinn's lips twitch up into a smile. She liked seeing people happy, or at least close to it. "Well, that would certainly be a sight and I'm sure you'll find out one day whether it's true or not. And, from the brief period of time I've known you, I think they'd be lucky to have you." This was said with a small smile before adjusting to take a quick swig from her mug.
When Proserpina posed her question Aislinn let out a small laugh and gave her head a small shake. "Admittedly the only elf I've ever known was old, grumpy, and distantly related," Hands wrapped around her mug while she sent her gaze down, memories flooding back to her. It had been a decent chunk of time since she'd thought much on her childhood, or memories stemming from it. It took only that brief moment for her eyes to mist over, she'd never been so thankful to be looking down. Giving her eyes a quick and hopefully somewhat hidden wipe she looked back up towards the Tiefling smile back in place.
"That said I do know for certain there are some there, my father used to deal with them. Mostly small trades or learning which parts of the forest we weren't allowed in at the time. Nothing drastic really, from what I heard they seemed friendly enough I suppose. Other than that it was relaxing, no loud noises, no constant shouting coming from anywhere, you could hear the wind blowing through the trees and birds singing. Though that had nothing to do with the elves, probably at least." Adding another shake of her head to the finalization of her statement she took in a breath. "I wish I could tell you more but I really didn't get out much as a kid...namely just the parts of the forest around the village."
Having answered to the best of her ability the woman pursed her lips in thought while she attempted to come up with another question. "Ah, here's one," She began. "What made you want to become a performer? Do you just love music or was there something else?"
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Post by pastels on Feb 8, 2019 12:32:32 GMT
“Oooh!” Proserpina leaned back, her laughter sudden and bright, and waved at plain-looking woman tending to the bar. With her sleeves rolled up and her apron stained with spills from various sauces, she worked with a no-nonsense, inconspicuous pace that had been so characteristic of The Blue Mermaid thus far. “More compliments like that and I might be convinced to ask my employer for a raise!” So far, she noted with no small amount of pleasure, the conversation was flowing well; Aislinn was responding positively to the exchange, if her body language and facial expressions were anything to go by.
The tiefling listened on in companionable silence as the girl went on to talk about the High Forest. Courtier that she was, Proserpina noticed the shaky silence and the quick swipe upwards—her kind had to be extra perceptive to sudden movements. It could mean a dagger sliding out from within the folds of a silk vest, or a poison-tipped needle winking under the candlelight before it sinks into exposed flesh. In this case, it was to curb the onslaught of emotions which weighed down her answer. When Aislinn lifted her head, Proserpina matched her expression with a smile of her own, encouraging her to keep on talking.
But she made the mental note to avoid the topic on her next questions.
“Oh, ‘tis fine!” Proserpina gestured dismissively. “How different it must have been from Chessenta! In Erebos, the very air sings along with the Sea of Fallen Stars. There is always music, and grand speeches from the nearest plaza—‘tis always so, so alive!” She paused, then shook her head. “Although looking back on it, the city of Akanax is even more vibrant. The citizens there live as though every day must be celebrated by feasting and drinking, especially after the gladiatorial competitions! ‘Tis true what they say about Akanax, that the wine runs as freely as the blood in the coliseums.”
Aislinn posed her question, next, and she almost laughed again. “Speaking of that, then!” Proserpina considered her answer over a sip of wine then said, “’Tis… not exactly that. Don’t misunderstand, I love music and dance! ‘Tis a vital part of our culture, after all, and highly enjoyable besides. ‘Tis…”
Oh, this was rather difficult. How does one say it without sounding like a complete egoist?
“I remember that when I was a child, I read that the world had its own song—like the breeze whispering across budding flowers, or the cacophony of sky and sea during a storm. When I perform, I can command the attention of both common, simple folk and individuals who carry power and influence on their fingertips. At that moment in time, I… feel as though I’ve added another stanza to that song, no matter how small or insignificant compared to the endless chant of existence, that can be erased by neither time nor memory.” Not to mention that her songs carried her brothers and her father, too. It was as though she was weaving a tiny pattern on that tapestry for herself and her own. Gods above, House Argyros needed every bit of eternity it could get nowadays... The tiefling playfully shrugged, as if trying to lighten her words, and took another sip of her drink. With a wink, Proserpina added, “I trust you will keep this to yourself. Nobody quite likes learning that a performer is in the job for the attention!”
She felt uncomfortable, suddenly, with sharing her baser motivations—but there was no harm in it, right? This was not Chessenta, and she was not in any of the high-vaulted courts. The girl seemed harmless enough. Proserpina shrugged off her misgivings and focused once more on her companion, monochrome gold eyes glinting with curiosity. “Your turn once more, and this one is rather easy! What is your first impression of Waterdeep?”
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Post by Faye on Feb 12, 2019 20:00:59 GMT
"I shall not contest that. It was a quiet place to grow up, not a lot of noise in the vaguest sense of the word...there was actually quite a lot of noise, wolves never shut up." Said with a light shake of her head and sip from her mug Aislinn continued. Rather enjoying the turn this night had taken. It was nice to just sit and talk for once, and the Tiefling across from her was an interesting character, to say the least. "I think the noisiest it ever got was when Caden accidentally set the previously mentioned elf's house on fire...entertaining but bad for all us kids." A light laugh escaped her as she remembered the incident. No one was hurt, and even up to today it was still one of her favorite memories.
Even while she added her own little addition to the conversation Aislinn listened, genuinely interested in what the other woman had to say. Though, that may have been due to her exotic appearance. As if one of the other more average looking denizens of the bar had come up and started a conversation she wondered if that would have garnered much attention. That said Aislinn cast a quick glance around The Blue Mermaid. It was still packed, but less so than it had been upon her initial arrival. Expected as it was the realization made her wonder how late it could have gotten, surely this conversation had only been going on for a few minutes. It was also in this brief moment of thought the blonde noted the constant pitter-patter of rain on the roof had all but ceased.
In the seconds it took her to reassess the situation in the tavern itself Aislinn had thought up her question, with it asked she waited. The response she got, while surprising, was interesting. She supposed it actually made a good deal of sense, after all even if someone adored performing it wouldn't do them any good if they didn't like to be stared at. Albeit not quite what she said, not at first at least, Aislinn could understand her meaning. Perhaps not in the way Proserpina herself put it, but in her own way the half-elf knew exactly what she meant. Though before she could say anything another gentle laugh left her, something she'd been doing a lot of this night, and for that she was grateful.
"It'll be our little secret," With that, the blonde received her next question. It was a simple one, supposedly but it actually made Aislinn hum in thought. Taking a quick sip from her mug to give her time to think she answered as the bottom side hit the table once again.
"Loud," That was her response, and it was quite true. Having been on the road for the better part of a year anything but the wind blowing through the trees, across the grass, and over hills, anything else was surprisingly thunderous. "Though I doubt that's what you meant," Taking in a small breath to make her thoughts cohesive she continued. "At first it was overwhelming, how could there be so many people in one place? How could they handle having so many buildings and barely any open space? Wasn't it stifling, wasn't it smothering, didn't it make them unhappy? All of that just hit me and I still don't know how they do it. I found, find really, it stifling, I should probably get out more." The last bit was mumbled added more as a reminder for Aislinn herself than anything else. "I suppose to sum it up it was a mixture of amazement and bewilderment at how a place like this actually existed. Don't get me wrong I've known and do know cities are quite real but this is the first one I've ever been to, and its all still so, new."
It was an honest answer, Waterdeep was overwhelming to her, even if she'd spent the past few days exploring its winding roads. Everywhere she went just showed her something new, sometimes good, sometimes bad, and it just left her with more opinions. Thankfully she adapted quickly to life in the city, perhaps not happily but she did. After her answer, Aislinn thought humming lightly under her breath as she did so, before giving a small nod of her head.
"Alrighty, here's another for you, what’s your favorite season?” Her previous two questions having been rather personal she felt it only fair to do something less so. Unless of course Proserpina was rather protective of the seasons she liked when this thought struck her Aislinn almost let out a sigh. Almost.
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Post by pastels on Feb 19, 2019 8:41:33 GMT
“Oh, that’s good to hear!” Proserpina trilled, her hands resting upon her cheeks in a rare moment of girlish delight—and relief. She had been in the Game long enough to know promises held as much meaning as an empty wineskin, and even now a nagging voice persisted in the back of her brain… but here, so far away in glorious Waterdeep, it seemed to matter less. Her background seemed so much more inconsequential now that she was divorced from her spheres of influence. She couldn’t lie; at first it was a cause for panic. Now, she was calm enough to acknowledge both the negatives and positives in anonymity.
One of the positives? That she could freely converse with interesting people, savoring the joys of their company and the knowledge they brought, rather than constantly anticipating the next remark and spinning pretty little lies. That was truly something she enjoyed as a courtier. And, as it stood, it seemed that Aislinn was enjoying herself too. Good! She had far more freedom these days; now that she was not the representative of House Argyros—Proserpina had yet to decide whether she liked this—it was a surety that strangers approached her not because of her status, or how they could wring every drop of noblesse oblige from her House, but because of… her.
Just like Aris.
“Loud?” Proserpina repeated, her throat suddenly dry as a desert. She hurriedly gulped down her wine, foregoing etiquette for comfort, and poured herself another cup from the pitcher. “I see. Well, to be fair, some Wards could benefit from better urban planning. With how narrow some junctions are, you would think they wanted to learn how bodies could survive sudden, en masse collisions!” They, of course, meant the illustrious city planners who crafted those impossible, claustrophobic alleys and tapered corners. Ugh. Erebos, for all its faults, at least had airy routes and wide, open spaces for its plazas. She shook her head, remembering another incident. “And have you spent a night here in the Dock Ward? Ooh, the pandemonium! One can barely catch a wink of sleep. I’ve learned quite a number of drunken shanties and ribald songs—” Proserpina suddenly laughed, and her cheeks flushed dark, “—against my will and sense of taste, of course.”
However, another tidbit caught her interest and she leaned forward. “’Tis the first city you’ve visited!” Proserpina exclaimed, the statement posed more as a declaration of surprise than a question. How curious! She briefly wondered if it would be too personal to ask why, then decided against it when the next question came up.
“Season? That’s easy,” the tiefling beamed, her teeth in stark whiteness against her crimson lips, “Summer!” She brought her hands together in excitement. “I lived in a port city, and summer had e’re been the most exciting of the seasons! If you woke early, you could run up—as I often did with my brothers—and watch the ships, each with their own colorful sails, coming into the bay as the sun broke over the horizon.” Proserpina sighed and her eyes take on a faraway stare. “My city is a masterwork of marble and dark, ridged stone. It is rather cool and restful when the sun burns overhead during noon—the shadows of the buildings cover the streets in wide strips. ‘Tis also the season when grapes are harvested for the midseason festival; the whole city is thick with the sweet scent of crushed berries and new wine.”
A moment passed before the tiefling collected herself, enraptured as she was with pleasant memories. “Ooh, I must have drifted off. How about you? What is your favorite kind of weather?” Proserpina’s smile was warm. She picked up on the trajectory of the questions and followed suit with less personal subjects. To most, these would be the topics shared by strangers during small talk; she, however, answered each with a candor and liveliness that was the opposite of boring. And true enough, she was enjoying herself, and enjoying entertaining someone else. “And just to spice things up, why?”
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Post by Faye on Feb 21, 2019 0:00:58 GMT
"I haven't actually, which I'm starting to think is a good thing," Aislinn said with a small chuckle in reference to where she spent her knights."Typically I drink around, tonight this place just happened to catch my eye...I liked the name," The woman mused before pausing to take a sip from her mug, which now swirled with less than half a glass of ale. At the horned bard's exclamation, another laugh managed to bubble it's way past her lips, perhaps because all the ale she'd drunk beforehand was finally starting to kick in. Though she didn't dwell too much on that as she gave her head a small nod and leaned forward just enough to rest her arms on the table.
"It is, I never really left home all that much when I was younger and other than the occasional town or village I don't typically hang around settlements much. I'm just more used to the quiet of forests I suppose," Aislinn hummed, while it wasn't inherently untruthful she found herself omitting the fact, even in her previous answer, that cities weren't for her. She much preferred being able to see the sky without a building in the way whenever she looked up, and to feel the wind on her face without the accompaniment of the smells of a city.
Though before any of this needed to be explained she got her answer, and it wasn't unexpected but still received a nod and the continuation of her smile. "That sounds lovely, perhaps one day I'll make the trip to see...although I'd probably need your advice on everything from clothes to social conduct," While she said this Aislinn noted it was the first mention Proserpina had made of siblings, it piqued her curiosity, to say the least, but she filed it away for the time being. "After all, what with my lack of city experience I'd have no idea where to start," After that came the next question to be thrown into her court, and Aislinn hummed in thought for a brief second.
"That's an oddly difficult question," The half-elf mused still pondering her answer, but after a moment it seemed as though she found it. "As far as weather goes, I enjoy storms whether they be rain, snow, or even thunder. I just find something hauntingly beautiful about the chaos they bring with them, and what they can leave behind. Rains can flood entire villages but let that same village's crops survive a particularly bad season, thunder can strike fear into some but evoke awe in others, and snow...well honestly I just find it beautiful. Though the more practical reason would be it's during those times I spent the most time with my family, at least with all of us in one room. Nobody wanted to be outside then you see, so we sat down by the fire and told stories," While she talked her voice took on a light melancholic edge as memories of late night stories, and ridiculous word games came to mind. But she shook it off quickly and let out a small happy sigh. "So, yes, I prefer any sort of stormy weather the world decides to grace me with."
"Now," Aislinn started sending a small glance into her cup, once again noting just how little was left now. "Well, that emptied out sooner than expected," This was said with a small chuckle before Aislinn took a moment to clear her throat before blurting out the first question that came to mind. Perhaps it was because of the lighthearted tone their conversation had taken but even as she said it the half-elf groaned. "So, a dress or a pair of pants? What do you prefer...by Silvanus that was a terrible question," Though in her mind it was too late to take it back now as such she decided to just let it sit there and see how it went.
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Post by pastels on Feb 22, 2019 14:53:01 GMT
“The Blue Mermaid is indeed a safe bet,” Proserpina agreed, complete with a sly sip from her half-empty cup as she surveyed the room. Too safe. A man could trip and blunt a toe on an exposed floorboard and it would be the most noteworthy occasion of the month. Bless Mother Jalyth’s heart, but The Mermaid was simply too commonplace for any sort of entertainment to take place. Ah, well. As they said, different strokes for different folks. She would simply have to find a place where the patrons don’t gasp at the sight of an armpit or a tasteful sideboob; Sune knew those would be a daily sight come Spring.
The tiefling looked back at the girl. “I see. On the other hand, I vastly prefer being in—forgive the term—proper civilization. I can see how ‘tis could be overwhelming at times, though.” She reached up and tucked a curl of hair behind her ears, her lips arched ever so slightly at the corners. Nature surely had its benefits, but Proserpina simply couldn’t imagine… What could she do outside of hearth and home, where her power was? It wasn’t as if she could convince the trees and the stones to turn and make a path for her, were she lost in some ancient weald. Such unfamiliar surroundings imparted a degree of helplessness and ineptitude she despised. But Proserpina perked up at the mention of advice and social conduct—there! Now those were her beasts to hunt. “I would be delighted to offer my opinions! Chessenta is a most glorious place, you would not regret making the trip… though you needn’t worry much. We’re a very open people, full with appreciation for the things which make life worth living. Art, music, good food, and even better company!”
She paused, then continued, a mischievous glint in her eye, “Beautiful people too, many of whom could be appreciated should they join the seasonal games... best of all, on Summer!” She would daresay at least half of the arenas then were crammed with people who simply wanted to enjoy the view. Proserpina couldn’t blame them; last time she watched, which was a year ago, she blasted through the month’s savings buying gifts for the hellion with the gorgeous scarlet hair. She may have lost the triathlon, but damn if she didn't look even more celebrated than the champion afterwards.
Proserpina leaned forward, smiling with genuine satisfaction at the soft expression on Aislinn’s face. “Well that’s a good sign, isn’t it!” She laughed at the mention of the empty cup and tilted hers, towards the other girl, to show that it was nearly dry too. “Ah, the duality of weather,” the tiefling sighed, “I feel the same towards storms too. I used to read for my brothers all the time during those kinds of days… They used to scream so loudly every time they heard thunder. But I could never finish the story because it would get too dark—‘tis fine for me, of course, but it inspired new heights of hysteria for them. I would simply make the most ridiculous tales I could muster at the time. It was lovely.” She wished they had more time together like that, not torn apart in factions favored by one parent with her at the middle.
“Now, now. If we wanted to discuss mind-breaking questions, we wouldn’t be here!” Proserpina airily admonished the other woman, clearly joking. “Oh, it depends. I love my tunics and my togas—it’s rather tempting to answer ‘dress.’” She thought for a bit, before finally shaking her head and gesturing her clothes. “Actually, I would go with it. I say ‘dress.’ ‘Tis stylish and cool. Simple as that!” Plus, she had gorgeous legs! There was no way in Sune’s realm she would keep one of her best physical assets out of sight. “Now, when I say that, I mean my clothes. Not the ridiculous ruffled monstrosities many young nobles here in Waterdeep fancy.”
Again, she waves her hand, and an image of a fresh-faced lady with an extravagant collar shimmers into view—the collar seemed to have been made out of, at least, twenty layers of ruffles piled atop one another, with elaborate gold threading on every end. Her sleeves also seemed to be the same… pile… thing. Except twisted towards two different directions halfway down the sleeve. Proserpina sighed once more, though the way her eyebrows lowered indicated that this breath meant exasperation this time.
“I’ll do you one better,” Proserpina added, in reference to the previous statement about bad questions. She smiled and poured the last of her wine down. “What’s your favorite animal?”
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Post by Faye on Feb 23, 2019 6:07:47 GMT
"Well, if I ever get the chance to go I'll be certain to look you up before setting out. After all, I wouldn't want to miss any of the must-see attractions," Aislinn stated giving an affirmative nod of her head just to cement that fact into her thoughts, after all it was getting late and she wasn't quite sure how reliable her memory of the nights events was going to be in the morning. Though this worry wasn't exactly a strong one after all the only thing that threatened to befuddle her thoughts quite so quickly was the exhaustion slowly sneaking its way in.
With that though she fell into a surprisingly comfortable silence as she listened to Proserpina's words. Though the other woman did manage to elicit an actual snort of amusement at the comment about her drink. "I suppose it is, though it also means I may be developing a problem," This was stated with a chuckle and a shake of her head, after all, it wasn't a statement that held any real weight, at least not in Aislinn's eyes. What was one night of drinks in a lifetime of any drinkless ones? After speaking her piece she fell into a gentle silence listening to her companion speak about her own experiences with storms and the like, it kept the smile on her face. It was something she'd grown fond of over the past year, hearing others reminisce about their own families, perhaps it had something to do with being so far from her own for the first time in her life.
"It does sound like it was wonderful, normally I had to wrangle my brothers into listening if it was just us...well wrestle might be the better word. They were a lively bunch," Aislinn added this almost in passing before taking another swig from her mug. Thinking about her childhood was an oddly therapeutic experience, after all when was reminiscing about simpler times, not a pleasant experience? That said it was an odd occurrence for her to even bring up her siblings in casual conversation, they were close to her heart and she didn't need to give anyone ammunition to use against her. Not that it would be of much use to anyone now, but before she could fall down into that pit of self-pity she skipped right along to her question.
"Well, I am nothing if not a master of questions," The blonde retorted with a small upwards twitch of the corners of her lips. It was her last addition for a while as she instead simply listened to the surprisingly serious answer, though she supposed it could be taken as a surprisingly serious question. That said, the illusion that followed the answer nearly made Aislinn spit out the drink she had just taken, instead however she managed to smack her hand over her mouth just in time as she leaned forward. Her shoulders quite visibly shaking with unfettered laughter while she tried to calm down enough to actually form coherent sentences. Both in her thoughts and those actually spoken. Taking a few seconds to calm herself she let her hand drop to the table before shooting her gaze back towards the tiefling across the table.
"That is most certainly a monstrosity, how do they breath in that?" Aislinn questioned, admittedly genuinely curious. How they didn't drown in ruffles and extra details she would never quite understand. But she didn't get a great deal of time to dwell on that as the next question drifted to her ears.
"You know, that is probably the hardest question I have ever been asked," Aislinn said with an actual sigh as she leaned back in her seat and pursued her lips. Every animal she could think of drifted in and out of her head while she tried to come up with an answer. "I mean, they're all great and each one is just so different from any others how can you pick just one," An odd sense of distress coated her words, as though she was having quite a difficult time coming up with an answer...and she was. "But," Aislinn added after a handful of seconds, though before continuing she paused to bite her bottom lip still mulling over her final answer. "I think out of all the animals I know about my favorite has to be magpies, the little devils are too smart for their own good, and they're adorable so you know," Aislinn said giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "It probably has something to do with the fact there used to be a pair of them that lived right behind my house...and every time a copper went missing you knew where to check first."
With that Aislinn let out a small hum before downing the last of her ale, setting the mug back on the table and stretching her arms over her head. "With that though I think I may need to head out for the evening, after all, I still have quite the walk and I'd like to take it while still capable of walking in a straight line." This was said with a small laugh. Admittedly Aislinn would have enjoyed spending the next few hours talking with Proserpina but she did have things she wanted to accomplish early in the morning and getting back to her room in the wee hours of the morning would not help her situation in the slightest. "That said, thanks for the company. It was a nice change of pace," Aislinn said with a smile on her face.
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