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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:55 pm
As Baptiste is left shaking the cider from his hair, Alais pauses in the door before following her mother out, and sticks her tongue out at him. Then she bounds out after Tamlin.
As the evening waxes, threads of almost tangible magic stream from the growing clouds and wrap themselves around the furry creature in sort of a cocoon. She grows brighter and brighter, until Tamlin can't actually see her anymore. And then, all at once, everything is as it was.
Except for Alais.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:28 pm
Voltaire wandered into the tavern in an attempt to be more sociable, well it was more than a social call; it was also to figure out what the heck this vial of pepper oil he had was about. Asking around and just generally paying attention while observing he figured out that his answers lay somewhere in the Cider House.
He glanced around questioningly for a moment. It had been a prize but it was a prize that he wanted to know much more about than what he knew now. After all if he used it randomly something bad might come of it. It was a wise course of action, he felt.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:32 pm
Pales Voltaire wandered into the tavern in an attempt to be more sociable, well it was more than a social call; it was also to figure out what the heck this vial of pepper oil he had was about. Asking around and just generally paying attention while observing he figured out that his answers lay somewhere in the Cider House.
He glanced around questioningly for a moment. It had been a prize but it was a prize that he wanted to know much more about than what he knew now. After all if he used it randomly something bad might come of it. It was a wise course of action, he felt.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:36 pm
He gave a small blink at the beckoning whistle and moved toward it. Voltaire stared at the woman and gave a short laugh and nodded a little, "I won it but I have no wife," though he wasn't exactly single either. "We're still ... courting." that seemed an apt way to put it. Though he wasn't sure how the Gypsy he was seeing would feel about being wed to him or wed at all. Still, it seemed better to tell the truth than to give the wrong idea.
"You are the one that put this up as a prize then? What does it do that it would make my wife so lucky?" Voltaire chuckled slightly, he either didn't have the grace to blush or he wasn't all that shy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:42 pm
"It is a powerful oil," says Ziva duskily, taking the vial from him, "but harmless." She uncorks it and pours a tiny drop on her thumb, which she then smears across the inside of her wrist. "Here, smell," she says, recorking the vial and leaning forward to offer the oiled wrist to him.
"It invokes the most profound feeling of desire for whoever wears it. I have only put a tiny bit on, but you will want to use a touch more, and put it on your neck. Just on your jawline," she says with a wink.
Leaning back, she adds, "It is also good in curry."
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:51 pm
He leaned and gave the wrist a small sniff, he was curious for the most part. Voltaire nodded as he politely leaned away from the wrist and listened to what she said with curiosity. He listened to the properties and gave a small chuckle at the last tidbit. That was pretty interesting he supposed. Voltaire reached up and scratched at his chin for a moment and shifted his shoulders, "Is that all it does then?" He wasn't really aware that he had to make the woman in his life desire him. As far as he knew she had desired him plenty.
Then again he supposed a little more couldn't hurt perhaps?
Augh indecisions.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:17 pm
"I have not studied it extensively," says Ziva with an honest, open-handed gesture. "But I have heard that the results when combined with genuine love and desire are....spicy." She raises her eyebrows conspiratorially. "But I myself have never tried it. You will have to keep me informed, yes?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:29 pm
Voltaire nodded a bit in understanding. After all it is hard to study if you do not have all things 'on hand' so to speak such as someone you truly love and desire. He shifted a little bit and seemed thoughtful, "I will certainly let you know the result if I use it..." Voltaire said with a nod. He wasn't sure if he would just keep it for some strange reason or actually use it for curry or otherwise. It was one of those things that he supposed would happen when the 'moment' presented itself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:31 pm
"Good, good," says Ziva, smiling. "Can I interest you in some of the other botanicals I have for purchase?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:39 pm
He shifted again from one foot to the other, "Actually yes, do you have anything I could gift to the woman that I am seeing?" Voltaire asked curiously with a small head-tilt. He had a modest amount of couplets but he was sure she had something he could purchase for Caroline.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:53 pm
"Of course I do," says Ziva, reaching into her satchel. The thing is huge, with a jumbled assortment of vials, bottles, and pouches. Odd, from a woman with such an organized, neat appearance and manner. "I have just the thing." She holds up a vial of thin yellow liquid with little red bits swirling in it. "It is saffron water with crushed rose. It is a perfume she can scent her hair with, and it will elevate her self-confidence. Only twenty couplets."
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 10:46 pm
He looked interested as she dug about and then produced a new vial. Voltaire stared at it with an interested tug at his chin. He was sure it would be a lovely scent on Caroline, it sounded like it would be. The price was pretty fair but she had plenty of confidence. Adding more or to enhance it was almost like he doubted her and thus an insult. He shook his head a bit, "It looks like fine stuff indeed, but I think my woman has more than enough self-confidence. Perhaps something else?" He said it in a tone of affectionate admiration.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 11:26 pm
Ziva's catlike grin is clear from even behind her veil. "I see. Perhaps if you gave me some idea--a category, perhaps--I could better assist you. I have many powders and oils, you see. I cannot name every one." She puts the saffron water back into her satchel.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 11:45 pm
"Mmm, she is a good woman, kind," He said thoughtfully, "She loves to dance so maybe something that would continue to inspire her?" Voltaire said curiously after a few moments. She didn't need improvement in dancing but perhaps something that enhanced her performance a little would be good.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 11:52 pm
Ziva is left wondering what the lady of this slender, pale man must look like. Likely an alabaster goddess, similar in appearance to him. If she'd seen anything in her travels, it's that people fall for people similar to themselves.
"A dancer, mm? Perhaps this, then." She takes a vial of clear liquid from her satchel. It seems to sparkle in the dim lighting. "Lily water with ginger and flecks of gold." Ziva arches her fine eyebrows. "Lily for serenity, ginger for passion, and gold to stand out of the crowd. Another perfume to scent her hair with. Twenty couplets for this one as well." Though the vial is significantly smaller. The gold makes it cost more.
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