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 Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 4:59 pm
Concoctions & Chivalry
Where
Marketplace in Colwe, Shyregoad
Who
Beatrix Amaranthe, and Cassandra (in a matchbox) & Dorian and Lettie
(played by fairie lore & pistolsys)
When
Relatively warm afternoon.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 5:35 pm
Her business back home had not been forgotten, though some would say a six month reprieve would constitute that. Still, she had set up someone to act on her behalf in her stead and letters would exchanged (whenever her mind could concentrate to pen a letter she would). Everything was fine without her and it wasn't making a nosedive in profits, so she didn't concern herself with it, not when she had much a much more important mission at hand.
A mission that had taken the full six months to complete.
And now she was done: she had a prototype and it was all about presenting it to the Council. (Or the Fellowship? She felt slightly attached to them. She would see.) But while she was here it would only be fitting to take advantage of the plants and herbs that were hard to come by in Imisus or were pretty much unobtainable. She should have something to show for herself when she got back. Beatrix couldn't let the company fail, despite its roots, despite... everything. It was showing him that she could bring it to greater heights then he ever did.
Flavours. She was taking in their every essence as she walked through the fruit and vegetable stalls, taking in their scent and their colour - everything. Beatrix grasped one pale red fruit with her gloved hand, the smallest of smile appearing on her lips momentarily in appreciation. The elderly women smiled back, and just for a moment she remembered a better part of her life. The merchants flowing in and out of the town square with their goods, seemingly a different variety every day. Her mother taking her by the hand and letting her tour around them all.
But that had a been a very, very long time ago.
She might have looked a little out place in the market, her high class clothes (the latest in fashion in Imisus) with a black robe on top with a fur hood made it seem like she was the type of woman who could afford a servant to get things for her, but here she was all the same, appreciating all these common wonders like any regular person.
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knife effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 7:30 pm
The marketplace's scent had always somehow managed to make the Arelgren heir quite irascible. Despite that the aroma of freshly made bread was refreshing to many, to Dorian, it was a nuisance for it blended into the smells of the people of the market. Most were musty, very few were fragrant, and none of them smelled anything remotely to the sweetness of the kitchen. Lettie seemed content with the market's smells and atmosphere, Dorian caught the hint that she would appreciate a breather, but he couldn't risk allowing her to be seen. He kept her within a hidden pocket inside his coat that he'd (attempted) to sew on the night before, with the help of Lettie.
She'd only arrived the night before, and already he was planning many homages to her arrival. Of course, following Nancy's tradition, desserts would need to be made in celebration. Dorian's bias rested in chocolate, and unfortunately, the Arelgren kitchen lacked cocoa beans for Dorian did not anticipate such an early arrival for Lettie and had used his cocoa bean inventory on chocolate balls that were eventually given to Dragomir.
Glaring at the peasantry that bustled by him, he struggled to weave through the crowded marketplace floor to reach the stalls he was aiming for, being, the spices and beans stands. Granted, he should have been more prepared and purchased more beans upon depleting them.
"Every tardy act is accompanied by consequence." Nancy's sagacious words flashed through his head, and the man realized how he no longer "missed" her. Lettie, warm against his chest, was the incarnation of his maternal figure's love. He would never forget this, for it was Obscuvos that made it clear to him what his task was, what his and Lettie's fate would be, how they would be written. Thoughts of the House never ceased their daily lap in Dorian's head, and upon receiving Lettie, they only grew stronger.
It was as if he owed them something, despite being among their ranks small period of time. He hoped that the time would blossom into forever, but candidly, he was not sure himself what to make of them.
Arcane thoughts jumbled the mind of the Arelgren heir, and he found that he could not remember where the beans' stall was. He sighed.
I suppose the only polite thing to do...
"Pardon me, ma'am," he started, tapping the most regal woman in the market sporting a black robe and fur. He noticed her earlier while running through his thoughts, and tried her resourcefulness. "Do you know, perhaps, where the beans stall is located? Either the location has shifted elsewhere or I am completely lost."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 5:21 pm
Beatrix loitered primarily where near the plants and herbs were, between those that were used for medicinal use and those that were used as spices to give dishes an extra kick. Even if she had finished her project for now it was hard to completely her mind off of it, considering how important it was. To her and to Panymium. There was nothing that mattered more then curing the plague. And she had... made something to hopefully be another step in the right direction.
But she couldn't forget about her business either, not when she owed it enough due to it being the reason that she could travel like this to far off provinces and purchase anything that she required. She wouldn't have been able to do this... a lifetime ago. It was hard to forget when her family had befallen hard times and what she'd needed to do to remedy that. Beatrix would never be able to forget.
She was making progress on her new flavor, a recipe brewing in her head as she glanced at every plant at her disposal. She wanted to make something sweet, something that would lift the spirits. Beatrix was currently standing in front of a tree sap seller when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes as she turned to the source, her lips pursed as the man spoke. From the looks of it he seemed to be of similar class as she was, clearly not one of the common folk. He spoke like a gentlemen as well. She didn't like to be interrupted by at least he was courteous about it.
Still, she supposed he would help him. "Mrs. Groot hasn't set up her stall this week because she's gone to visit her daughter who is having a baby. I'm afraid you'll have to wait until next week for whatever it is you're looking for." She responded politely, not immediately turning away in case there was anything else he had to say.
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knife effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 4:21 pm
Dorian was pleased that the woman showed no signs of finding his simple question annoying. Though, to be fair, she was not familiar with him, therefore she'd have no reason to be. Her answer was a courteous one, curt, neither friendly nor hostile. He did not make an attempt to feign that he was disappointed with the content of her answer, however. He was looking forwards to purchasing the beans (for Lettie and himself), but due to such circumstances, he could not. Still, he owed her a reply. A thanks, furthering questioning whatnot. Chivalry was something the Arelgrens valued, according to Nancy, and Dorian would take heed not to ignore it. He chuckled warmly, nodding at her answer in a way that gestured his understanding.
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Unfortunately for myself I'm in a bit of a tight spot," he said crisply, mincing no words. "Do you know of a decent substitute for the cocoa bean? Something sweet perhaps? I am unfamiliar with my options, though I understand if you cannot suggest one either. Cooking is a frontier to me."
He wondered if she found him strange for asking her for recipe techniques. Well. They were in a market after all, and Lettie seemed to have fallen asleep. He was in a moment of wonder when he realized that this stranger was the first that he'd ever openly discuss recipes with, let alone the knowledge that he attempted cooking at all. Of course, strangers aside, Dragomir knew of Dorian's kitchen adventures, but the latter was not awfully keen on sharing.
Perhaps it was the handicap of being born a man.
In some cases, men were less brave than women.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 6:18 pm
As a lady she was obliged to give an answer, even if she didn't like to be interrupted during her market trips by anyone, especially men. She had grown wariness towards them and her prickly exterior especially showed in these times. Though he was clearly rich he seemed altogether a little too haughty and prim to fully be targeted with all the wrath she had within her for that special brand that made her well up with fury and venom. But for now she just instead watched on, feeling it rude to move on immediately.
Of course, it meant she had to listen to his grievances. As he began she was put off by the fact that he was in a tight spot - what did it matter to her? But as he began to more thoroughly explain the situation and his interest in cooking she softened up just a little, since this domain was one that she was especially knowledgeable in, and by the end she might have almost smiled if he were not a man.
Beatrix paused thoughtfully, tilting her head as she looked at him. "Well, I would suggest carob bean as an effective substitute but you're essentially hitting the same obstacle once again." She mused, frowning slightly. "Cocoa bean is quite unique in the way that it can't really be substituted." She explained with a nod, clearly exuding an aura of knowledge and confidence. She bit her lip, looking away momentarily as she seemed to be thinking about something. "They're both kind of out of season, you see, so you wouldn't really have much luck finding them anyway. I've ground some carob bean last month into a powder so I would still have some in the coming months and I could lend you some if it's truly urgent..."
She didn't know why she was offering anything to this stranger, this man she had never met before. Maybe it was just nice to hear someone else speak of cooking in a positive light, an adult who appreciated it.
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knife effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:41 pm
Dorian brightened at the woman's notion, excited that she seemed to welcome his conversation rather than leave him in dejection. Cooking was something she was prolific at, he took it, though he was aware that they were playing the same coy game of the higher class nonetheless. He was jaded by his class's idiosyncrasies, speech patterns, and all the rest, but his carob bean was at stake. He could feel her calculating gaze, and he was almost certain she could feel his. Even though the conversation was a simple one pertaining recipes, it was in which one side measured the other to conclude whether he or she deserved the observer's respect. Lettie seemed intrigued by her urbane language, for she was quite still in Dorian's pocket, more so than before.
Dorian decided that the gentlewoman was a respectable figure, in the manner of how she carried herself. He decided that he did not want to trouble her, for it was most likely a choice that Nancy would have made. As a proper gentleman, he would reflect her share.
"You are very kind, but I don't mean to cause you any trouble," Dorian politely said, he could probably survive without sweetness. "Cocoa beans are really quite exquisite. I only wish I knew another dessert I could serve as an alternative..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 9:45 am
Beatrix found it perhaps a bit peculiar for this man, an upperclass gentleman no less, to be interested in cooking. There was probably an even divide between upperclass women who turned their nose up at the thought of doing any physical work and others who understood the prestige that came with being a good cook. Still, that was concerning big banquets and the like - not merely sweets. But she would certainly not begrudge him his hobby, knowing full well most would scoff at it. Personally she didn't give a damn what he would think of her personal knowledge about these menial matters, even less so because he was a man.
But so far he had not offput her and this small task broke up some of monotony of the day, so why not aid him?
"What kind of dessert are you trying to create? A pastry? Some sort of cake? I'm sure I could find you an alternative." She inquired, seeing that he was too polite to ask anything of her. A gentleman indeed.
But she supposed she might be too quick to judge him, just based on appearance. Beatrix had fallen into that trap before...
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