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There is indeed a girl dressed in a traditional kimono who starts to direct Azhar back to the main room until she notices the petite Minkai girl, at which point she leads you both down the hallway into a small room with a low table and tatami mats.
Amaya smiles at the straight forward compliment, "I haven't thought about going somewhere else. I may not like Cheliax, nor the restrictive government, but this city has a history of beauty and art..." Her smiles turns inward hopeful, "I'd like to see it with that mantle again."
Cassian is able to follow the girl home through the streets of Westcrown unseen (at least by her) easily. She leads him through the main streets of Scriba and then through Sacero finally ending at the vaneo. Not one of the major families, Cassian would guess, but one of the minor noble houses. The manor house itself is all stone, five stories, with walled grounds. From experiences similar, Cassian would be able to guess that the ground as patrolled at night by men bearing halorans and most likely dogs.
At first it isn't obvious where in the abode the songbird resides, but Cassian does spot the dark-haired beauty in a third floor room. A bit of the rogue's luck ensures that the room has a balcony, although no trees grow close enough to allow access.
Her hips rock against him slightly as his finger trail her body, her eyes opening and just the barest hint of a blush at her body's reaction to her need. Her voice is quiet, her body curled into his in the lapping water, "It's something new, the feeling of being content coupled with a driving need for you." Her hand trails down further, making the thrust of her need quite clear.
"I want you." She says simply, "I'm a patient hunter and I can wait for a tomorrow if it will come." Her voice honest, "If it won't, I'd like you now for as long as I can."
She smiles back at him, her lips still slightly shiny from the honey-sweet dessert. "And you truly are a gentleman." Just a little note of amazement in her voice. She reaches down, picks up the last of the dessert and then offers it to him.
Gravlax smiles, and shakes his head. "Enough sweetness for today."
"Although...." Gravlax puts his finger to his cheek for a moment. "If you need a safe place to heal tonight, you should stay here -- and I will find myself a place elsewhere for the evening."
Cassian quickly buys either pepper or cat stink to get the dogs off his trail when he returns that night, as well as a single grappling arrow and a short length of rope. He will attempt to sneak inside, climb the wall, and arrive on her balcony.
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Cassian pauses, even as he hardens in her hand. "That's... that's sweet." The moment of sincere connection is too much, and he tries to defuse it with a joke. "I was expecting you to ask for some specific act." He stands, holding out a hand, pulling her dripping body from the tub to the bed. His gaze crawls over her hard curves, his appreciation obvious in the way his body reacts. He holds her close, letting the feel of slick skin caress slick skin, before tumbling into her bed.
He guides himself to her, resting just outside of the portal into her body. He touches her face, eyes meeting hers. "I've never met a girl like you, have I?" He cuts off her response with a savage thrust, pushing himself deep inside, never blinking, never breaking contact.
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There is indeed a girl dressed in a traditional kimono who starts to direct Azhar back to the main room until she notices the petite Minkai girl, at which point she leads you both down the hallway into a small room with a low table and tatami mats.
Amaya smiles at the straight forward compliment, "I haven't thought about going somewhere else. I may not like Cheliax, nor the restrictive government, but this city has a history of beauty and art..." Her smiles turns inward hopeful, "I'd like to see it with that mantle again."
Azhar wonders if they got the private room just because they came in as a couple...or if it was specifically because of Amaya. Hmmm.
"Then we will have to work on making that happen now,won't we." He sits across from Amaya and smiles into her eyes. He is very sincere about at least the attempt to make that happen. "So." he reaches across the table to again take her hands if she allows it. "I know you like to work glass and make beautiful artistic creations, and I know you like to sing. Which do you appeals to you more?"| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
"I was thinking that I was going to make an argument for you to keep your bed when I thought you were offering a place to sleep." Her voice quiet, "I was going to tell you that I'd not steal a bed out from a friend." Dark eyes serious, "I certainly won't chase a man from his home." She starts to slip her shoes back on.
Sneaking in past the human guards is easy for Cassian moving like a shadow, the dogs are slightly harder, but a little luck sees him through the grounds. A careful breath as he sends the grapple up then the he is able to scramble up he rope almost as quickly as his wee monkey friend.
Which leaves him hidden in the shadows of the balcony. There is a lock on the door leading to the bedchamber, but one which will be a seconds work for someone with Cassian's skill. Inside, he sees the girl, hair wet from a bath, coming into the room, a dressing gown hiding her sleeping clothes. Even without the carefully applied make-up she is a beautiful girl, just not as artistically perfect.
She glances towards the dark windows and balcony once as she starts to make her way around her room, blowing out lights.
She smiles into his shoulder accepting the lighting of the atmosphere. Her green eyes play over his body, the nerves in her own body tightening in reaction to his body.
She lays under him, green eyes bright and clear. What may have been a response to his question turns instead to a low moan of pleasure as he thrusts into her, her body arching up to met his. Her hips move against his, finding that little extra bit of tight connection even as her body clings to his, wetness tight around him. There can't be words as she moves with him, against him, but there is a knowledge that, in the moment, there is nothing but him and her. Between their bodies and trapped in the intensity of the gaze.
"I enjoy singing, but I wouldn't be happy if I was unable to work glass." She smiles, "What about you, Azhar? What is in your life that brings you joy?"
As the last light goes out, Cassian dramatically opens the balcony door. "Your father's security is excellent, my little songbird. Fortunately for you, I am better. Or else I really, really wanted that kiss."
Granted endurance by her mouth, Cassian is relentless. He seems to want to get as deep as possible, get through the gates of her womb. Finally, he pulls slickly out of her, turning her over and lifting her backside up. He pushes back into her with a satisfied groan, his hands slipping from her hips to her button, to tease in time with his thrusts. Fingers, now wet with her, play over her sex, over her belly and hips, and then along the cleft of her ass, teasing, exploring, seeing where she most likes it.
There is a small scream, which easily could have turned operatic had the girl not caught herself. Instead in a stage whisper, "Aeraxes?" Her tone questioning, hopeful, and completely scandalized all in one.
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"I enjoy singing, but I wouldn't be happy if I was unable to work glass." She smiles, "What about you, Azhar? What is in your life that brings you joy?"On the table there are two menus, both in Minkaian.
He strokes the backs of her fingers, looking into her eyes. "You mean besides sitting here talking with you?" he says absolutely seriously, "well, our parents sent us off to seek our fortune...and to help others in the process when we can. I like that. I like helping people. And I think if we can succeed in reaching your goal, we're going to be helping an awful lot of people." His eyes do not leave hers, but his hands shift to under hers, fingers stroking her palms. He glances down just briefly at the menus, winces slightly, "Um, sorry, do you think you could order? I'm afraid my Tian is not just lacking, but nonexistent."
Cassian steps forward, still just a silhouette against the Chelish night. "It's me, Calseinca," he says softly. "Just as you hoped."
Fiosa
Fiosa considers for a moment, then politely, "I don't really have a way to repay you, but, especially since not all of the book wants to be seen by me, would you like to come over for lunch one day? Cook makes a very good blackberry tart."Ailyn
She leans up slightly, to brush a final kiss. And then she walks to the bathroom. From her stride it is blatantly obvious that she expects Rev to watch her walk away.
"It wouldn't be a present if you paid me." He says quietly.
He watches her walk away. It takes significant self control not to follow her.
After having given Fiosa the book, Rev looks to see if Ailyn waited for him. If not, he heads back homeward. If she did, he invites her back to his place.
Azhar turns toward his brother, blowing sand away from his mouth as he does so, "Pff, a little overmuch do you think?". He seems to care more about what his brother thinks than Nonon.
"A little." Comes the even handed reply. Rev's eyes are twinkling though. "That will show all buckets of sand that you come across whom they should fear." Can't help but grin as he brushes some sand off Azhar's shoulder. "I thought you didn't like the beach."
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"A little." Comes the even handed reply. Rev's eyes are twinkling though. "That will show all buckets of sand that you come across whom they should fear." Can't help but grin as he brushes some sand off Azhar's shoulder. "I thought you didn't like the beach."
Azhar turns back towards the stage, raises his fist. "Do you hear buckets, behold and tremble before me." Azhar seems to be having some fun. He turns back to Rev and his attitude drops a couple notches, "No. I like beaches. The where and with whom has a bit to do with it."
Azhar turns back towards the stage, raises his fist. "Do you hear buckets, behold and tremble before me." Azhar seems to be having some fun. He turns back to Rev and his attitude drops a couple notches, "No. I like beaches. The where and with whom has a bit to do with it."
"Hmm, this isn't about that time when you were three years old and I buried you up to your neck in the sand and conveniently forgot you for hours while father searched for you frantically and I spent the afternoon eating sweets, is it?" Rev grins evilly.
Azhar looks at Rev blankly, obviously either not remembering or choosing not to remember said incident.
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She nods at the altruism in his voice and words. Ignoring the flirty compliment, "But do you do anything for fun other than train?" Not dropping the question.
She smiles unabashed at the question about ordering. "Ah, yeah. Sorry. But their main floor gets loud, crowded..." the some of the men won't leave me alone she doesn't actually say. "Normally the back rooms only get used by their Tian customers." She smiles, "What kind of tea, food, do you want me to order for you?"
He can't actually see the smile, it's a bit too dark for that, but he can hear it in her voice. "You really snuck in her, climbed to my balcony... All for a kiss?" Her voice sweet, musical and horribly impressed.
She moves towards the silhouette tentatively, not comfortable moving in the dark. Her hands reach forward, trying to find him.
Janiven's body writhes under, against, Cassian, her hands twisting into the blanket under her. One leg moves up to almost rest against his shoulder, her body shivering as Cassian moves deep inside her. As he pulls out, her green eyes go just a tad wider in disappointed outrage quickly replaced by a laugh that turns into a moan as he flips her over and pushes into her, her tight control more noticeable in the new position.
Her back arches, her body convulsing as he plays with her sex. Her coming back somewhat to reality as his hand plays over her body, a delighted hum as her body shivers under his touch. Despite her body continuing to move against his as his hands explore there is a still anticipation, curious, when his finger whisper against her butt.
She takes off the shoe that she managed to put on before Gravlax moved to stop her, then steps up near him so that she can grab her backpack. "I think you have proven that you won't take advantage of me in my weakened state." She pulls out the a clean rough woven blanket, wrapping it around herself before she moves on the bed, worming to the far side. She is a wiry thing, not taking up much of the bed. "So I think you are welcome to at least some of your own bed."
A pause, "You can sleep on your feet?"
"No payment." She says, quite clear on that point. "A thank you." She smiles, just a moment impish, "And a means to get someone to read me one of the parts the goddess doesn't think is important at the moment."
She doesn't close the door, apparently perfectly happy for the quiet sounds of her clothes slipping off and running water to be another layer of teasing temptation.
She is, indeed waiting for him. On the walk back she is quiet, contemplative, but at some point she doesn wind her hand into his, her fingernails playing against his palm. Soft touch, whispering.
"From you? Of course," Cassian says, his hands finding hers, fingers interlacing. His voice goes from the dulcet tones of romance to something altogether more wicked. "Besides... you said a kiss. You didn't say how long. Or where."
It is Cassian's turn to chuckle then. "Oh, Jan... you just keep getting better and better." He pulls out of her to lubricate his fingers, then slides back into her tight body. Then, greasy with her, he gently tickles her other opening, teasing, convincing it to open for him. "I told you I was going to take you every way a man can take a woman. By my count, this what remains." He continues to tease, first with only his index finger, gradually adding the middle one, all the while keeping up a steady rhythm, holding her muscled hips steady with his left hand.
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"No payment." She says, quite clear on that point. "A thank you." She smiles, just a moment impish, "And a means to get someone to read me one of the parts the goddess doesn't think is important at the moment."Ailyn pre-meeting
She doesn't close the door, apparently perfectly happy for the quiet sounds of her clothes slipping off and running water to be another layer of teasing temptation.Ailyn, post-meeting
She is, indeed waiting for him. On the walk back she is quiet, contemplative, but at some point she doesn wind her hand into his, her fingernails playing against his palm. Soft touch, whispering.Not sure if you want to talk to Azhar at all during this scene, but he would probably notice at least that Ailyn came home with you.
"You know I'm a Tiefling, right, and not the allowed kind? Is it a good idea to invite me over to lunch where you work?" The surprising thing is that he doesn't want to get her in trouble or place her in danger. Caring about people is really a recent development. He has definitely gotten soft since he released Moulder to Vixen.
Rev stays close enough so he can hear. He enjoys the sweet torture of temptation. Never giving in to it. Yet he too makes just enough noise so that she knows he is right outside, could come in any moment.
His palm is lightly callused. Not from sword wielding, like his brother's hand, but rather from working with the tools of his trade. He has the hands of a skilled healer. He doesn't feel the need to say much of anything, but after she has explored his palm for a while, he takes her hand in his as they continue to walk. His grip is firm, almost possessive, yet without being restrictive. When he takes her hand, he steps a little closer, so she brushes against him with her hip as she walks. When they approach the coffee and pastry shop near his apartment where they first met, he finally says "Did you want something from here? Have food upstairs, but desert is lacking."
Azhar looks at Rev blankly, obviously either not remembering or choosing not to remember said incident.
Rev laughs.
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She nods at the altruism in his voice and words. Ignoring the flirty compliment, "But do you do anything for fun other than train?" Not dropping the question.
She smiles unabashed at the question about ordering. "Ah, yeah. Sorry. But their main floor gets loud, crowded..." the some of the men won't leave me alone she doesn't actually say. "Normally the back rooms only get used by their Tian customers." She smiles, "What kind of tea, food, do you want me to order for you?"
He chuckles, kind of like for just a moment he's remembering something from the past, but quickly snaps back to the here and now. "Welll. Could I perhaps ask you to a dance? You mentioned a lack of artistry here. Is there anything like that in Cheliax? ...and tea. Green or black, I think, though whatever you feel like I wouldn't mind trying. and food...what do you have time for?"
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A note of confusion, "I don't know if it really counts as a kiss if it somewhere other than your lips." Her tone thinking this is perfectly reasonable, "But I didn't specify how long..." she concedes that point easily.
Her voice, unsteady, but completely unashamed of her body's desires. "Don't sell yourself short, Cass..." A pause as she moans along with a release of tension that had been building in her body. "You seem to bring hedonistic tendencies to the fore."
As his fingers push into her, she loses control, her body convulsing around him. A small scream of pleasure, muffled only because her head drops to the bed.
Still looking up at him, "You are being invited to the servant's quarters, not the main house." Said with complete honesty. "Most don't take much concern with the workings of their minions."
She smiles, "And the whole point of freedom is getting to choose who you spend time with, right?"
She considers, "How about I provide desert then? I'll see what they have fresh and come up to apartment after?" The silent offer of letting Rev and Azhar have a moment alone before a stranger infringes on their private space.
"I have at least an hour, time for a little food, I think."
She chews on her lower lip for a moment, thinking. "It isn't the lack that is sad, it is that the quality of the artistry has been lost. Walking around the city, you can see things from the past that were made with such pure beauty and soul. The new is...lacking." A sad smiles, "Kind of like how the theater here is so focused on blood and the macabre to keep people interested."
She orders in a foreign tongue, musical, when a waitress comes. "And I am wretched at dancing, but if you don't mind me treading on your toes, you can ask."
"Fair enough," Cassian says, stepping forward, and wrapping his arms around her waist so that her arms are behind her back. He leans in to her face, letting his breath tickle her lips, then moves back, along her cheeks and ears. Just when she thinks he will not claim his prize, he dips his lips to hers, first a light brush, then a second one, more insistent, then his lips find hers more forcefully.
She can hear the smile in his voice, as out of breath as he is. "Considering the nature of our little trysts, I should hope so." He pulls out of her. For a moment, she feels him in neither opening. Then, he is at her backside, gently, but insistently pressing for entry, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her inexorably backward. He is not rough. Not at first. He fills her, letting her get used to him. He moves in, inch by inch, punctuating his pauses with kisses up and down her back. Finally, he is buried to the hilt within her, no distance between their bodies. He wraps his arms about her body, mouth at her neck, breathing ragged.
And then he begins to move, in and out. Slowly, then growing faster. Harder. He craves sensation and seems to be taking it from her, relishing every movement, moving to solicit cries of pain and pleasure from her.
When he finally spends himself, he does so deep inside, collapsing helplessly against her body.
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"I have at least an hour, time for a little food, I think."
She chews on her lower lip for a moment, thinking. "It isn't the lack that is sad, it is that the quality of the artistry has been lost. Walking around the city, you can see things from the past that were made with such pure beauty and soul. The new is...lacking." A sad smiles, "Kind of like how the theater here is so focused on blood and the macabre to keep people interested."
She orders in a foreign tongue, musical, when a waitress comes. "And I am wretched at dancing, but if you don't mind me treading on your toes, you can ask."
"Then I am asking" he immediately says, grinning "and don't worry, I wear boots and you're very light." then he looks around as if he can see through walls, "but, um, when and where? It's not like this place exactly has a 'nightlife'." his smile does not dim significantly. "At least, not the kind that is conducive to dancing." he amends.
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Her voice rises in a small musical note as his breath teases her, taking in more air as her breathing deepens. A small, happy gasp of surprise when he finally takes her lips, matching his intensity at first but then a small gasp when he turns more forceful.
She encourages the final entry, her own backward pressure working with his hand, although a stiffening of her back and a small cry or two proves it is a mixture of pain and pleasure. The mix of the two, intensifying as he takes from her, drives her body over a higher, final edge, her body giving over to him.
And when he finally joins her in that final end, there is a happy groan of pure feminine pleasure at the release. Her head turns, kissing his shoulder as he is collapsed on her. Just a tiny note of afterglow.
She thinks, considering. "I've heard of garden parties with music and dancing. One of us could look into that." Her amethyst eyes sparkling.
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She thinks, considering. "I've heard of garden parties with music and dancing. One of us could look into that." Her amethyst eyes sparkling.
"Garden party? What's that?" he pauses, confusion showing, "you're working, so I'll do it. But can you give me a little direction? I'm not even sure where to start."
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Still looking up at him, "You are being invited to the servant's quarters, not the main house." Said with complete honesty. "Most don't take much concern with the workings of their minions."She smiles, "And the whole point of freedom is getting to choose who you spend time with, right?"
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She considers, "How about I provide desert then? I'll see what they have fresh and come up to apartment after?" The silent offer of letting Rev and Azhar have a moment alone before a stranger infringes on their private space.
"Minioning. The best way to go unnoticed." Rev grins. "Let me know when and where, and I'll come over. Should I bring anything?"
"Sounds good. Meet you there." Rev says, and then pulls her close for a kiss. His lips meet hers for a ravishing moment, before he lets her go.
After the meeting, and after he speaks to Fiosa, Rev comes upstairs to the apartment he shares with Azhar. "Ailyn is probably staying over tonight." He says. "Invited her for breakfast."
Cassian relents, the kiss growing softer, sweeter. His hands free hers to hold her gently about the waist, before his right creeps up to softly brush her hair from her face. Finally, he stops, brushing her lips one final time. "You are more than worth it, songbird," he murmurs.
Cassian pulls out of Janiven, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around her in an affectionate hug. He echoes the kiss on her shoulder, gazing into her eyes. "Gods, you are sexy, Jan." He turns to check the sunlight in the window. "I wish I could stay the night. I really do. We wouldn't get any sleep, but I think it'd be worth it."
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Rev says the lines half way decently, and manages to strike the flying bucket of doom. An annoyed part of him considers setting some soul sucking negative energy loose upon the director.
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"Well, it's a party and it is held in a garden, normally from spring when the flowers start to bloom through summer, until it gets to hot." She smiles, "It might take a bit of time to find one that we can be invited to, or that is held in a more public venue, like a park, since most of them tend to be private functions."
"The music at the ones in the park are always nice though."
"Oh no." Fiosa says with a shake of her head, eyes wide, "Cook would most definitely take that as an insult to her skills." She grins and then whispers, as if giving away state secrets. "But if you like her food, hiding money in her kitchen always cheers her up when she finds it."
She meets the kiss with passion, drawing out the moment more than is acceptable for the orderly streets. The wicked tableau drawing a few stares from people hurrying to finish tasks before the sun sets. When Rev does manage to draw away, a single word, threat and promise, "Soon."
Artfully breathless, quietly back into his lips, oh so temptingly close, "And you make me want to come up with challenges... just so I can reward you."
She lets herself cuddle into him for a moment before looking at the window herself. Then, and only reluctantly, she draws away slowly. "You would be well worth the loss of sleep." A smile, full of confidence and a teasing surety. "Anytime, Cass."
Naked, she helps him find his own clothes.
A little while before the fearsome bucket has attempted to attack each would-be actor, the dark-haired beauty returns to her seat, again applauding each attempt with honest verve.
Once the last person has finished, Nonon stands. "Tomorrow morning, one of the stage boys will contact you using the information you provided for contact." His eyes falls over some who were the worst of the lot, "If you do not hear from me, it is because you were even more awful than you thought."
"For the four of you who show a modicum of talent, we have a busy schedule ahead. Please make sure your calender is free for the next week, as we have a performance before the lord-mayor on the thirteenth." With that announcement, he dismisses you all from his notes, heading onto the stage, and then into the rushes. Those who follow his grand exit see him speaking to an old hunchback.
Fiosa
"Oh no." Fiosa says with a shake of her head, eyes wide, "Cook would most definitely take that as an insult to her skills." She grins and then whispers, as if giving away state secrets. "But if you like her food, hiding money in her kitchen always cheers her up when she finds it."Ailyn
She meets the kiss with passion, drawing out the moment more than is acceptable for the orderly streets. The wicked tableau drawing a few stares from people hurrying to finish tasks before the sun sets. When Rev does manage to draw away, a single word, threat and promise, "Soon."I'm going to give Rev and Azhar a back and forth or two before I bring up Ailyn, if that is okay with you.
Rev nods at the secret. "Noted." He says softly.
Rev grins at her word. "Soon." He echoes, and takes his leave.
Gravlax slides carefully into bed, as far from Mathalen as he is able. "Would you rather that I close the window tonight?"
His breath light on hers, he whispers, "And what, pray tell, is stopping you?"
He pulls on the clothes quickly, grinning at her. When he's dressed, he grabs her and crushes her to his lips, kissing her with passionate verve. He parts, pushing some of her hair over an ear, "I'm going to take you up on that, Jan." Another kiss, a glance toward the window and a frustrated groan. "Look what you did to me," he says with a rueful laugh. Then, a third kiss, this one sweet and full of longing. "Soon. Very soon." He goes to the door and spares one look back at her naked form. "Soon," he mutters under his breath.
And with that, he leaves.
After the meeting, and after he speaks to Fiosa, Rev comes upstairs to the apartment he shares with Azhar. "Ailyn is probably staying over tonight." He says. "Invited her for breakfast."
Azhar smiles bemusedly, "Good to see you haven't lost your touch. When will she be arriving?"
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"Well, it's a party and it is held in a garden, normally from spring when the flowers start to bloom through summer, until it gets to hot." She smiles, "It might take a bit of time to find one that we can be invited to, or that is held in a more public venue, like a park, since most of them tend to be private functions."
"The music at the ones in the park are always nice though."
"So I guess that's something we can look forward to then. Hopefully soonish." he says looking into her eyes with perhaps more than a hint of longing. "Oh, and fish, or dumplings, or noodles, or...I'm really not picky. Surprise me if you'd like. And please get anything you'd like for yourself. I'll take care of it." His fingers brush over the tops of her hands again.
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There is a long pause, her eyes closed. "One more question..." her voice slightly distant, "What is your favorite color?"
She gets a thoughtful look, her body warm under the light bed clothing. "But you seem far too good for most normal challenges." She states, "And unless it is really a challenge, then the prize isn't as good."
A pause. "You are already going to keep me safe during the play... So I should think up a very good reward for that." Her pretty mouth a pout, "But that is so far away."
The girl goes through a delicate, intricate ritual with the tea, heated water washing down the outside of the earthenware pot. At the end of it they both have a mug of hot tea.
"So far away," Cassian agrees, feigning thoughtful regret. He moves a little closer, his arm around her slender waist. "What ever shall we do?" He pretends to consider. "Well... we could... oh, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be even thinking these things in your presence. You're a highborn diva. A jewel of the stage. Just being with a rogue like me is far too... wicked... for the likes of you."
Cassian returns to the apartment deep in thought and heads into the bathroom for a relaxing bath.
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She blushes slightly. A little while later the waitress brings in a tea set, which she puts down in front of Amaya.
The girl goes through a delicate, intricate ritual with the tea, heated water washing down the outside of the earthenware pot. At the end of it they both have a mug of hot tea.
Azhar's attention temporarily shifts to what she is doing, but soon after returns to Amaya herself. He does not pick up the tea immediately unless she does. He assumes from the steam rising from the surface that it is quite likely to hot to drink, at least immediately.
His gaze shifts to somewhere through the walls. "If I were to help out at the Glassworks, assuming that was even a possibility. Do you think that would be a good thing or a bad thing?"
Azhar shows up at one of Cassian's "haunts" (I am assuming an Inn).
Perception: and assuming Cassian is not actively trying to hide from him and does not otherwise look like he is involved in other business, approaches.
"Got a minute?" Azhar asks conversationally, taking a seat and motioning for a couple mugs of ale. He puts two silver on the table to pay for them.
Early in the day, just an hour or so after sunrise, each of you (except Cassian) is greeted by a tow-headed boy of maybe ten. With solemn dignity, which can only be found in children who spend far too much time around excitable actors, he hand you a note.
Please come to the Limehouse Theater for a quick discussion in my office regarding the rehearsal schedule, pay, and costume fittings.
He nods in greeting, rising, his voice carrying well. "Welcome. These are your fellow actors." He motions to the older woman, "The Visbarontess Auxumaxa has agreed to be the lead voice for the chorus as well as sing during scene changes." Then to the petite beauty, "Ms. Calseinica Nymmis is our lead woman. And, Thesing Ulvauno will be playing the role of Haanderthan." Motioning to the dashingly handsome blonde man.
Nonon glances down at his notes, obviously not needing them, but enjoying the theatric flare. "As for the remaining four parts..." Drawing out the words, the soul of an actor despite his current position of director. "For our lead, Lazarod... Rev Amin." A pause, then reading the rest off in order, "Dentris, Azhar Amin. Tybain, Antonio Fibanacci. And," a slight look of worry, "Despite stature, Drovalid will be played by Melilot Took." He waits, obviously used to actors complaining about their roles... almost seeming to look forward to it.
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"If I roll over and smack your dressing with my wrist, I'll feel terrible."
"What is your favorite color?"
"...never thought about it," Gravlax says. "Sunrise is particularly lovely...."
"I look forward to returning rotten fruit to its purchasers," Antonio says. "And I shall endeavour to have my lines memorised."
"For you, I've got two," Cassian says.
Azhar looks across at Cassian. "I think the team we've got can get things done, maybe even make the changes they're looking for. I am a little concerned about the effectiveness of the team if we can't trust each other, however." He pauses, considering for a moment, "I talked with your sister and she said that he did invite her to the theater. Do you think that puts the possibility of his being a spy back on the table or not?" Azhar leans back a little , apparently studying Cassian's reactions. He does give the impression he cares about what Cassian's thoughts are on the subject (if not his feelings), despite the appraising demeanor.
"I look forward to returning rotten fruit to its purchasers," Antonio says. "And I shall endeavor to have my lines memorized."
"Ah yes," Breaths Nonon. "On that note, should any of the patrons at the final show throw fruit, please send your returning shots to the cheap seats."