Post by Rhiannon MacBride on Jan 23, 2010 12:48:33 GMT -6
Peregrine: Treason, he smelled of treason. Word on the street was there was plot in the air, a thankful helping for his he was sure. Peregrine had sat idle now for a year, wondering aimless without his soul attached. One was not whole without the other, and he needed the thrill of life to be alive. Rosalind, was his world, tucked away in their home; she knew this over her husband. She knew of this double life he led, through vacant hallow streets were souls came to die. The Cat's Eye was his home away from home, and with it he lived each night through the sway of hips, the sound of drums. Their hands were of his heritage, moving from drink to drink, drum to drum he kept his place here well. All of scum of Skye lived on these streets, though connected to the Ebony Hall one would think to keep them clean, but motto was If you got out..you couldn't get back in. No matter how much he wanted to.
Breanna: A little disdain went well with the ice-cold finality of winter. The streets held fascination; absence was the word it spoke under the sound of her bell laden boots when each step kissed the stone as if to say, did you miss me, vest'acha? I missed you, in some way. A thick, wool lined coat was closed by single frog clasp much like a coat, only it was sleeves that sovered her arms. The interior was lined in the warm stuff, the out in sheep's skin. Beneath the tan was a hint of color's riot in her dress. A respectable woman, at once not. A paradox, at once so simple. Her hair slid in one single braid over the front of her shoulder as she looked at Conlaed with a grin. "Deeper, love. And down. further down." Such a terrible, terrible thing to say. She felt no shame. It was, after all, the direction where the Cat's Eye Pub could be found.
Rhiannon: Along the street could be heard the sound of night life that brought about its own kind of music. One sound to be caught was the sound of slippers moving along, heading in a direction many did, that caused mixed desires. The urge to approach warring with the urge to keep away for the woman who moved toward the Cats Eye was quite capable of handling herself. It was one reason why thieves not dare touch her even though on occasion a pretty bauble in ear or on necklace glinted in the brief light. A black fur-lined cloak covered Rhiannon's emerald silk gown and matching gloves kept hands warm though no hood covered red curls only held back on one side by a simple pin- a favored bauble- as she approached her destination.
Peregrine: It did miss you...years gone past it missed you. The floor was wide open, clear tonight as if waiting for it's maiden and her book binding lover. He had a favor to pass to Conlaed, by ways of paper and leather. He was in need of a journal. Yes..he could have gone to the markets, but what fun was in that? King's did not go to market, little pigs did. Half dressed, Jean-Claude had always tried his hardest, but what was it his power to defy the rights of noble to not only destroy, but soil most everything he owned? "You've come a far way from your forest." He spoke from his perch on the countertop with his feet dangling bare, and the sound of tiny bells playing out in the night. The deep wood scent that covered his bare flesh couldn't be mistaken on nights when musky candles burned in the lantern slots, and the wood burning stove keeping the scented oils throughout the room. Carmen worked her magic across the room, from drinks, to trays, lap dances, and private dances it would be a fruitful night--of this he was certain.
Breanna: Then do not miss me anymore, at least not for the hour or more you may have me...let me linger a little while, just to roost in the corner of your thoughts.. How was it a pair of feet could reply to another, just by walking? "Mm. Like home. Enough of it to be called so." She said to no one imparticular. The state of the night was observed; the rich scents, the sound of liquid hitting the bottom of a cup before it swirled around to be full. Breathing as pleasure was ascertained, the nirvana of expression. Even the quickened pace that came in passion's denial. Then there was merely the warmth of all their lives together. "Luib. We came from Luib. Though dah, we recline oft in forest at the base of the mountains." With one hand in Conlaed's, the other went about undoing the toggle of her winter cover. Beneath? Corset entraped figure, skirts of six tiers in no less than blue, black, crushed berry, and brown for their colors. From darkest to lightest. From closed to open.
Conlaed: What would the gadje make of the way that the Prince of Fire-breathers smiled and laughed heartily at his wife's words? There was a knowing and rather brash smile, as he made a rather off color comment. Suggesting what woud be done, once they reached their own home. Then he canted his head to the side, "Good evening, friend Peregrine!" He smiled, looking to his wife, "An' you say that this place is as much as home as Luib.... why do we not use some of our monies to buy a home here?"
Marius de Brabant: Marius had heard of this place; most of the troops knew it as well as a place called the Gilded Lilly. He most assuredly did not need that establishment. However; Lord Voltaire suggested that he relax at this place. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that some of people from the Ebony Hall were observing him this very moment. It didn't matter. He would be returning to the tower for another night's rest. All for his own protection. He was wise enough to take the suggestion most seriously. And so here he was, at the Cat's Eye. Perhaps a sweet or two and some ale would make him feel a bit better. Still, without Lady Janice he simply did not feel complete, even here.
Rhiannon: Already could be heard the sound of banter as Rhiannon stepped inside, one gloved hand gracefully moving to allow the door to close behind her and block out the chill. Following in just after the gentleman she recognized as Marius, Janice's Warrior, and passed a smile around to those present. "Good eve! Pleasant weather this night, no?" Obviously joking for humor filled her tone and danced in blue eyes while she went about seating herself. Easily did she remove cloak and gloves.
Peregrine: "Just so happens there are many empty homes." If one would even call them that, "A good place to weekend, away from your home." Mirth filled his eyes, as he would smile to the dawning pair, but it was when he took sight of the once pirate wench did he feel himself chill over, only to burn again. "Good evening, Princess." His eyes though did rise to the knight who followed in her wake. Had they met? He was not certain. "Welcome. To the Cat's Eye." He moved from his perch to greet the few. "Where drinks are cheap and the women easy." And they auctioned off virgins. He came up beside Breanna, to kiss her cheek and whisper, "Dance for me mamma?" But it was then he turned to prepare whatever it was they ordered.
Breanna: "Mmm...husband! You spoil me, and Peregrine, you root idea in his head. There was once empty place along the Carnival Lane.." With an easy turn about to allow her a slick, able passage down into the dark chasms that craved exploration. One turn, two turns. On the third she held her ungloved hands together before letting the idea slip away in order to greet those who came in. "Peregrine! When did you attract such fine company," speaking of the emeraldine clad red-head that came in, full of allure, "Carmen must have rubbed you down in potion again." Lips turned to return the favor, catching the side of his jaw with a grin. "Always. Always. Give Conlaed strong drink then, you know he he gets if someone reach out to touch." The absence of fingers were possible. Hell, did one need that left hand? She leaned over the bar like a child, curious to see what was on the other side as she observed Marius' lost expression. "You are not down here often, are you? Perk up. Good drink. Good company. A half life is not whole life, my friend." Did she speak to a part of his essence - but know - it was merely age's suggestion for youth to enjoy what came, when it came.
Conlaed: There was a grumpy sort of snort from Conlaed, as Peregrine invited his wife to dance -- and his vest'acha brought up his habit of (occasionally) breaking fingers and hands that got a too touchy-feely with his wife. There was a grumbled, "I do not do it to harm them..... but make them less...." pause. Wait for it. "Sinister." And giving him a strong drink wasn't always good thing. Then again, why should Conlaed not be jealous of his most treasured object in all of creation? Until she danced, at least, Breanna was Conlaed's own. He slid an arm around her waist to hold her close. "We shall see, later, if there is still an empty place on the lane...." He smiled, "Make not so far to go, dah, when we wish to perform? Perhaps even a small shop, to sell our goods from....."
Marius de Brabant: Marius smiled at the man's request. He had never met him before or anyone else here. "Some cool ale would be most marvelous" He did quiet notice the one woman who did not fit in here. He did believe he had met her before briefly The Princess Rhiannon, in this establishment. Marius wondered, but did not reveal her title. He did incline his head in a gesture of respect of course. Tonight he was content to observe; and learn.
Rhiannon: "Princess?" Brow lifted to be accompanied by soft laughter. "I assume you mean the lovely gypsy lady?" A respectful nod toward the woman. She seemed to vibrate with life and energy, and Rhiannon immediately liked that. Right leg easily crossed over left to allow its foot to rotate briefly- working out a kink,"I came for a bit of whiskey and perhaps see who strikes up a conversation." One way to acquire business, no? She didn't know what to make of Peregrine. Even now watched him inquisitively from under slightly lowered lashes.
Peregrine: "Whiskey.." He knew he liked her, and the stars in her eyes. "Coming right up." Another would order Ale, and the pirate would set out to do what he had once started in--pimping. Dark ocean colored eyes would pass to Marius, who he knew from only being perched upside the roof top of the hall. He had once held the man's life at the tip of an arrow, but for no other reason then his own amusement. "We don't take to quiet folk around here." He spoke with a smirk, dirty curls brushing over his eyes as he dipped his hands in the barrel. "Watchin' like that, make us backwards fools nervous. Makes me think you come to gather information, or perhaps hire a few deadly hands." That turned the man his mug upward full now, was that blood under his nails? Yes. "Either way..here all rules are put aside, there is no law, and all are welcome." Was how the Underdark rolled, and even the nobles could live with such rules. Here they could let down their hair, and release that breath they held tightly in their lungs. "Tonight, m'friend, you are free." Did he hear it in the drums? The flutes? The bells on the gypsies hip? "You need this night, did you know that?" He smiled then, to the knight before turning his attention back to Breanna, and her darling husband. Who..he thought looked rather well today. Glowing even. "And you can come borrow sugar from me." He was indeed full of it, or was that a medieval crack? Either way, it would get you high.
Breanna: "See? Peregrine is quite right. He is a sage even if he doesn't look like one, but even the village idiot has good word if one will only listen.." Step, jingle. Step, jangle. It matched with the pace of her hip's swaying from side to side as she pushed herself down from oneside only to come some steps down to sit on the bar as if she were the reigning King's sister. "Anyone who come here really needs it, isn't that right vest'acha? Peregrine needs Conlaed as much as he would need him. The lady needed whiskey, and this man need freedom from his troubles." She rolled on her hip to the other one, leaning over the bar to grin at Peregrine. She could have kissed him, if she wished it, but that was not the intent. Truth be told the Roma loved the gypsy-come-noble-come-vagrant as she once loved her long-dead brother. Her kin hadn't the same zeal, the same spark as she had. Maybe that was why she burned so much longer than they did. "Come..I have the news to tell you. Before I dance. Come, precious one." She curled her finger to him, peering out at him through khol rimmed eyes.
Conlaed: There would be a pause, as Conlaed had gone toward his wife she had a word for a precious one. But he pause, looking a bit confused. She hadn't been addressing him. Hmm. There was a glance at Peregrine. But for Peregrine? There was a light shrug of his shoulders... instead a rather terrifying glare. Conlaed would always be protective of his woman and jealous in keeping her affections. Almost, some would say, like a dragon protecting his treasure hoard. A state that, likely, would only grow in the coming days.
Rhiannon: "Thank you."A grateful nod of head at the arrival of her much beloved whiskey. Some of those more fashionable would balk at the idea, but Rhiannon was by no means some fancy lady. She liked wine, upon occasion, but more than anything preferred the drink that warmed her inside from head to toe. This woman seemed just as wise the King who ran it. Observing silently now while she drank, she debated the reason for one such as Marius being here. He did not seem the type though this she did not state. Rhiannon, on the other hand, fit in with the likes of those in the Cat's Eye more than most would suspect.
Peregrine: He would keep eyes on Conlaed, a perfectly well kept man this one, his hands would not wonder, but when her breath was so close, he felt himself fly away though his feet were upon the ground. "Tell me a secret, and it shall be kept. Unless I could make a few coins off it." He would cant his head, like a cat curling in to listen, and much of the same point to his ears. Carmen would come around to refill their drinks, though his own had gone untouched. Her wicked little hands coming to brush along side Conlaed's back, completely void of the entire feel of the room. She was simply close minded, and a bytch..was her duty, to tend to the captain's along the wall, and tell the fortunes of the night. Ada did a better job, she didn't rig it so it ended with her legs open. Peregrine did.
Breanna: Peregrine was terrible, wasn't he just? A cad, a rake? How could a respectable wife of a good man of merchant ventures lean in so close to Lucifer incarnate? Her voice invaded the outer realm of the ear with little difficulty, pushing forward to fill the empty shell with her cherished secret. Ah, she was the gold under the dragon's long body. The ruby in his claws. "Conlaed is going to be a papa." She whispered, watching as Carmen cavorted with the Prince of Fire-Eaters, the Bookbinder. She slid as if to lay flat upon her belly but did no such thing. Only on her side, a bohemian Cleopatra. "Not show, long time. But it will come. This is good, no?" She slid herself along to the bar's edge before settling on Conlaed's lap. "Tell me, is that not the best whiskey, my lady, what of your ale..quiet man?" Arms looped over Conlaed's neck, "Vestcha, what dance should I do?"
Conlaed: Conlaed would arch his white-eye toward Carmen. The unseeing eye - or, perhaps, an eye that saw things that others did not - studied Carmen for a bit. Then in his voice, rumble from his throat. "Everyman," the Vagabond Bookbinder said, "desires a pretty bauble......a jewel for their eye and to display proudly for others." And he would turn away from Carmen, toward his wife, "some will take any bauble they find.....but I?" He smiled at his wife, caressing her cheek in a somewhat coveting manner -- the same manner in which a dragon might caress his favored ruby -- "I prefer my gems to shine eternal, with inner fire....." This exchange had been soft enough, to keep only between Conlaed, his wife, and Carmen.
Ada: Ada always had business of some sort in the Underdark. Those who were wise never bothered to ask what sort of business occupied the apothecary, though the assumption was usually quite the affront to the woman's moral character. If she had one to stand on, she might have even been offended, but as it was, she hummed the most recent dirty song she'd heard as she made her way into the Cat's Eye, stopping -- of course -- to give Carmen's behind a little squeeze as she made her way through the crowd. Ada was the epitome of men's desires, all curves, and very little will to cover them up. Long, lustrous black hair always swayed with a life of its own, curls bouncing with every step, and her lively dark eyes glittering out at the world from beneath this mop, looking for her next prey even as she set her basket down on the nearest table.
Marius de Brabant: Marius lay back in his chair relaxed as he spoke to Peregrine. "You may think silence is dangerous. But in a place such as this, a loose tongue is much more so. Besides what information could I gather here that could not be done with more ease elsewhere. You don't exactly have courtiers dropping by all night. If I really wanted to gather information, I do think The Gilded Lily would yield so much more." he chuckled "Tonight I am here simply to relax and to have some ale. I have been most busy for the past few days. And besides the dancer to good to look at." Marius did not care one fig for Carmen, but thought it was a good way to distract this fellow; he was not the trustworthy sort.
Rhiannon: Blue eyes cut to Marius curiously, a shake of head setting curls to swaying a moment, as Rhiannon murmured,"You are yet innocent, sir, for the Lily may yield plenty in warm sheathes. Information though? This place is a gem for it." Indeed, that it was. Rhiannon knew all too well about what information could be acquired in its doors. Another sip of whiskey though as she perused the woman Carmen, for there was naught wrong in admiring a fine figure, before noting the arrival of Ada. A nod of head, raise of glass, and she went back to her perusal. None yet approached, but in time...
Peregrine: How wrong this man was, and how little he truly did know. Of to whom he spoke? The very man who Janice had once sold her soul to, in exchange for her womanhood. He held it in his hands, a faithful night three years past, and in these dark eyes could tell the future to come. If he wished answers on whom was behind it all? He would simply need look around. There was blood under his nails after all, and it ran from his eyes--invisible. "You go to that Lily, My Friend, and let us see who returns a quiet man." He did smirk at that, until words were whispered of a secret far better kept. It brought him back down, stole his wings, and he did smile then; the kind that reached his eyes. "For this I will have sugar too!" With a single flick of his foot his bow would come up from under the counter, aimed and fired upon a lantern on the wall to which was filled with "Pixie Dust", and the gold substance would fire off into the night; those in the pub would cheer! Drinks were on the house, "We celebrate! Roma.." The music would start again, picking up in beat, for there was to be another born in the custody of ages. He would swing past on Conlaed and pat the man on the back. "Come alive, old man. You'll catch your wind yet." An old term meaning, he would die to live again, even if only in the eyes of a child. OH look..an Ada. "Dance for me pumpkin. I will pay you well." His arm went around her hip to spin her, a warm kiss to the back of her neck before he released, but his words would be whispered--suddenly rather dark and quiet, "If you have not been to Jean-Claude on this night..." He would leave it open around the end expressing the depths of his meaning, so that prying ears would never understand.
Breanna: "He celebrates for us, vest'acha.." Carmen would be given accolades in the physical from Ada, but Conlaed reserved his touch, his caress for his luminous gem with no flaws. She draped her legs to one side of him, her arms about his neck as glitter spilled out after an arrow shot. "Peregrine, you so much! Make theater troupe, travel, be very successful dah?" Ah, if he could but bring such an act unto the shows they would live as kings without having been born them. Bring forth his kindred, his keep. Let them make castles in forests, bridges of the hillsides. If only! Still, the delight of Peregrine was he was never at one thing too long. "We will celebrate, and it is well deserved! " Her mouth traced the outlines of Conlaed's a pair of times before she slid down from his lap. "Maybe others will join us hmm?" She pulled out her braid so the hair could have its decision of where to go while she played with the locks of the sweet, sweet tart. The tart was a sweetheart whom was a soul who danced to her own drum, her own song. She laughed as lightning split skies. Breanna adored it. " 'Ello pet. Have you a good travel along the drom? (road)" Then she laughed, such a long unbridled sound. All bells and wild horses.
Conlaed: There was a bright smile, as he laughed softly at Peregrine's words. There was a smile, "Friend Peregrine.....you have no idea how much of a second wind I shall get!" That could not help but see him laugh again! When one was old as Conlaed and had lived without much family? The news that Breanna was with child, was one of his greatest news. There was a smile, "If friend Peregrine celebrates for us.... why do we not all dance? Do what we can to entice the others out to see if they shall dance with us....."
Dora: Her hair was sticking out from all directions and her usually tidy wimple awry. She stood upright only with the aid of a chair back or a wall to prop her upon. "This be the place where me child got whiskey! Eh? ::rolls her bony hands into a semblance of fists, waving her right hand in front of her, as she speaks. "Who give me son the drink? Sure enough he did not just pick it up for free! " Her breath was heavy with the scent of whiskey already gone down the tubes. "Iffen I find the lout, I am gonna pulsh...pulverst...pound the crap outta him!" She scanned the room with a searching wary a wee bit for me, too gaze." "Who done it? " She slid into a chair while she could still stand. "And might have a wee bit for meself too?"
Ada: It surprised those who had only taken Ada's dancing classes that the minx actually knew how to step to the beat, sway her hips to the motion of the drums, and dance as gracefully as if it was her singular passion. She grinned at Breanna's attention, but was all ears for Pere when he approached, sliding her hands over his hips and pulling him temporarily closer. "Of course I have been to see Jean-Claude. He is so cranky when he does not have time alone with her." Ada was not the sort of woman to bring her daughter into pubs, but most who met Genna might identify more with Jean-Claude. The child certainly had a busier social life than her mother. "I would, out of sick curiosity, like to know what you were planning on doing if I hadn't." With a wink, she re-joined Breanna, giving the gypsy woman a spin, and swaying her hips independently of her stomach, in a motion that the Church most certainly did not approve of. But if there was a sign of religion in the Underdark, Peregrine was falling slack on his job.
Marius de Brabant: Marius was enjoying his chat with Peregrine. He had pried much out of the man; make yourself look the fool and you will learn more then a wise man. And he already had. Still Rhiannon puzzled him. She was easily dressed and acted like the nobility, yet she fit in easily here. As for Dora, he was not surprised at all to see her in this place. Janice would of course be just as unsurprised. Yet it was a most interesting collection of people, the underside of Skye.
Rhiannon: A quiet evening of just whiskey turned into a glittering festival. At least that was how Rhiannon witnessed it, a wide smile upon her lips, as she tapped a slippered foot absently. The two women danced in ways that made drunken men come to attention, eyes filled with thoughts most sinful. Though her attention was immediately turned to the shouts of...Dora? Brows rocketing high, Rhiannon couldn't believe the sight of the woman...and was she drunk? Oh dear. "Dora, do stop shouting. Come and sit, and let us talk. I saw your wee one. Handsome little boy you have." Distract the woman- that was the goal!
Peregrine: He wanted to hide in this moment, the world around him alive in the heart of the night. However, it was Dora's voice who brought him off his high, "Woman..this is a celebration of life..fitting you should come threatening death?" He'd smile at her, and point towards the wall where her shoes did hang, "Please, take them home. Three years is enough time."
Breanna: "Tut, you keep them three years! Peregrine, you are a naughty one who needs to be punished," but that was simply not her lot in life to enact. Conlaed had come to life with the his 'second wind' proving him a limber soul. For her part, she let her hands run to hold Ada's hips as they moved after she was twirled about like a dervish. Such delicious, devilish hips that the Church had no sanction on. In an act of blasphemy, the gypsy thanked God for that, laughing as she moved her chest in ways that left no effort in imagining what was beneath her neck. A slide of the ribs left, then right. A lift forward and back in a wave. Then the movement up to the drums emphasized the furrow where a little charm bobbed as much as she did. The world's woe tonight was not her woe. While some suffered, she reigned triumphant. While some died, she lived. There would be no delicious arch of the back to far, but hips were freely unleashed. She then would say to Ada, "You have not come to Luib to dance with me either, or buy new lamp! Mm, maybe if we buy the store in Carnival Lane you will come to see Breanna.. Rub my belly with oil as it grows big and help me to paint marks on it."
Conlaed: There was a pause, as he couldn't help but laugh softly. There was a few moments, as he hesitated, watching his wife with Ada.
Ada: "With an invitation like that, I certainly cannot refuse," Ada teased, twirling her fingers through Breanna's hair and releasing, never one to yank hair unless ... well. Unless it was asked for. Ada laughed and placed a kiss to Breanna's cheek. "I did not know you were expecting until now? When is the little one due?" Taking a break for a moment from the dancing, Ada ordered a tall mug of water and sipped while watching the gypsy, giving her a rather contemplative look beneath her mop of dark hair, but it was hard to read the apothecary, sometimes. Those eyes slid to Conlaed, and her face lit up with another smile.
Dora: She pried a splinter out of the table she has slouched at and began to pick something from between her teeth. Drunk? Aye she was that. Irish got the knack, ye know. "You seen me boy? Liam be eight and he got his self too drunk to stand, like a little man he be. " Then she heard she was getting her shoes back! "Me shoes! Gimmie! Only ones that ever felt good on me feet! " she hugged and cradled her dear shoes. "I would of give you a big kiss, Bless you, Pere, but you a married man now. I love you fer returning me shoes, fine enough! " She held the shoes and began to rise and head to the door." Me shoes! How can I ever thank you, Peregrine?"
Rhiannon: Well, they quite were the entertaining pair! And of course could Rhiannon's eyes be caught observing their movements. Why not? Idle shrug of shoulders as Rhiannon looked toward Dora who was being offered...shoes? "Aye, that I did. A heart breaker he be." Children were something Rhiannon much loved. "Though I think that the drink was not given to him. Left on a table perhaps." Of course, this to help keep her calm. Though so thrilled about shoes was she that she was completely distracted! Amazed was Rhiannon as laughter sparked in blue eyes. People always were fascinating.
Peregrine: "All of this teasin, you ladies have been doing I ought' to be kissed..and hard." He would smile then, that roguish charm full of youth. Though he did grow tired and quiet, for even a Pan had to sleep sometime. "Dora if I took you upstairs would you hold me?" He knew Conlaed would, and would even pucker at the old thin man, whose mun was about to get a kickass signature for the board.
Conlaed: Conlaed arch an eyebrow at Peregrine. And then, for the first time that night, Peregrine wound up one of Conlaed's 'come-near-me-and-I'll-hurt-you' glares.
Breanna: "You would wish that...wouldn't you Peregrine.." To be even more the tease, more the jesting vixen of delight she lifted her skirts to reveal a pair of very light legs. Despite the lack of sun it kept some sort of tan shade. She stepped on her toes, emphasizing the length from one end to the next. "For me to kiss you? But I not want the magistrates arrest me for murder..you couldn't hold on to that heart enough." She laughed, skipping around Ada, then off to steal Dora's wimple, putting it on the table. Ah, that was better. Next came a spin simply because she could, because she was Breanna. At it's end the one leg was laced up onto the chair. It should have been stocking clad in this weather, but some are more warm-blooded than others.
Dora: "Weaarh, Wearah. I be too drunk to go up them stairs, good Peregrine. And a lady don't get crawlin' up the steps up drunk any where but home; it ain't seemly. " She leaned against the stair railing. " Not tonight, dearie, lest ye wish to carry this old baggage up them steep stair...Ulp! and then she upchucked there beside the stairway. "Um. " wiping her mouth on her sleeve, "I be lighter for that."
Rhiannon: Well, that was....lovely. Not that it made her swoon or anything. If that happened? Well then she wouldn't be a Physician. "Perhaps you should actually find a spot to rest Dora. Your stomach could probably use it." Poor woman. What had made her drink so much? Whiskey could be quite potent. It was why Rhiannon was careful with her intake. Blue eyes went to Peregrine now as a brow lifted, mischief in her smile,"Hold you? I've heard men request many things of a lady though that is new to me. Are you truly a soft man? Is that what you hide beneath your reputation?" One couldn't say Rhiannon wasn't inquisitive.
Peregrine: If all the world could fall away, one by one he would watch each star fade, but such was the show when Peregrine found himself tired. Heaven would turn it's back on the night, as the gates of Hell would welcome him back home. He did have to return at some point. Pere would curl his lips then coming to stand behind Rhiannon, and put his hands on her shoulders to whisper, "Not soft..just affectionate, but don't tell." Shhhhh. Would it surprise them all to learn through all his escapades that his favorite place to be was at home with his head in Rosalind's lap? He missed her, but was too tired to go the way. The show was getting good anyhow...meow. Resting back now in his chair, he took beside the pirate wench he would lean over to Conlaed, "I do mean to congratulate you..a little more intimately." And no not of the sex kind, "I'm excited to see another child born onto this family." He would know of which he spoke. Poor Dora..he should go help her, but that would really make him seem soft, plus Ada was dropping it like it was hot. Though shakeith thy arse Adelaide, watch thy self.
Breanna: She pouted to the poor woman whom heaved her drink upon the steps. Whilst a lesser went to clean it, Breanna fetched her after the display of leg, bringing her to sit before she could continue. "You get a good tea, n' a little bread to make it through the night. Dah? I make sure Peregrine not take your shoes anymore. See, Adelaide distracts him." It was in the power of the feminine divine, which Breanna would then come up to next with a tilt of head to observe how the voluptuously endowed woman, both top and bottom mind you, moved. She captured Adelaide just under her hips, pulling her front against her own front as they moved about to showcase one delightful rear end and then the next as Breanna enacted a slow spin. She took a finger, running it from navel point, up between her breasts, just beneath Ada's chin. "The baby is due at the end of summer, the warm zenith just before it comes to end. We only learn not long ourselves. Conlaed mark the moon cycles this time better than I do." She took a bit of what-not from a pouch at her hip, blowing it up into the air so it formed a halo around Adelaide. Breanna always came with her own, you see. She winked to Dora as if to shoe the rouse word work, before waving to Rhiannon.
Conlaed: There was a smile, as he watched his wife. Let the Gadje look, and all would be find. But if they forget themselves? Well, dragons were always jealous creatures -- knowing when their most cherished ruby had been touched. Wrath often followed. Fortunately, none were too in their cup to try this night. Conlaed smile to friend Peregrine, "Tis somethin' tha' I have waiteid on long while, friend. A long while indeed." Longer than most had been alive.
Dora: Slides to the floor and sits on the bottom step, cuddling her long lost favorite shoes to he chest. "I need to rest, yep, that be good. Can I sleep here?" She means on the stairs, but who knows what others understand. "I miss me man Clovis." She sniffled and smiled weakly to Breanna,"But see these?" Dora held up her dear fine crafted identical shoes. "I be blessed! See? Peregine gived me twins!" meaning the shoes, but it sounds strange. Then, curling her arm over the shoes, she slumps and passes out cold.
Ada: No doubt, like kin to Genna, which was a good thought, really. The world needed more little girls with dark curls and big bright eyes. The future men of Skye must beware these daughters! "I will visit you, ah? Not on Carnival Lane, but I have much to tell you, and of course, you must meet Genna." With a kiss to either cheek, and a little flirtatious flutter of her fingers to Conlaed as she walked past and momentarily sat in Pere's lap. "It is time to go home, if I know what is good for me. Cannot leave without saying good night, though." Tapping his nose, she gained her feet again and grabbed the handle of her basket.
Rhiannon: "Hmm...affectionate?" She kept her voice purposefully low as he took a seat next to her, not unaware of his hands on shoulders. Such familiarity would freak most women out. Though not her. She didn't tense nor put up a fuss. "As long as you do not tell any that I am as well." A wink as she watched Ada and Breanna dance, humming softly under her breath. A tune in her head. I only want to see you bathing in the... A song not yet written by a "Prince" (stuck in Tabby's head) while sipping her whiskey.
Peregrine: "I'm happy for you..and will be there til the end." To celebrate of course! "Get some more boys on this Isle. Might even find a good match, though I'm afraid Polly will only be interested in other girls. I'll not have boys break her heart." Bad Pere! He would smile over to the bookbinder, "We shall see a baby soon enough, hear the laughter." Oh happy day! He would wink to the pirate wench, forcing himself to pull his eyes from the dancing ladies who made him alive all over, or at least until Ada came squish it. She did that so well, "Oof. I suppose. Drag me home by my hair again?" He liked that too.
Breanna: A little disdain went well with the ice-cold finality of winter. The streets held fascination; absence was the word it spoke under the sound of her bell laden boots when each step kissed the stone as if to say, did you miss me, vest'acha? I missed you, in some way. A thick, wool lined coat was closed by single frog clasp much like a coat, only it was sleeves that sovered her arms. The interior was lined in the warm stuff, the out in sheep's skin. Beneath the tan was a hint of color's riot in her dress. A respectable woman, at once not. A paradox, at once so simple. Her hair slid in one single braid over the front of her shoulder as she looked at Conlaed with a grin. "Deeper, love. And down. further down." Such a terrible, terrible thing to say. She felt no shame. It was, after all, the direction where the Cat's Eye Pub could be found.
Rhiannon: Along the street could be heard the sound of night life that brought about its own kind of music. One sound to be caught was the sound of slippers moving along, heading in a direction many did, that caused mixed desires. The urge to approach warring with the urge to keep away for the woman who moved toward the Cats Eye was quite capable of handling herself. It was one reason why thieves not dare touch her even though on occasion a pretty bauble in ear or on necklace glinted in the brief light. A black fur-lined cloak covered Rhiannon's emerald silk gown and matching gloves kept hands warm though no hood covered red curls only held back on one side by a simple pin- a favored bauble- as she approached her destination.
Peregrine: It did miss you...years gone past it missed you. The floor was wide open, clear tonight as if waiting for it's maiden and her book binding lover. He had a favor to pass to Conlaed, by ways of paper and leather. He was in need of a journal. Yes..he could have gone to the markets, but what fun was in that? King's did not go to market, little pigs did. Half dressed, Jean-Claude had always tried his hardest, but what was it his power to defy the rights of noble to not only destroy, but soil most everything he owned? "You've come a far way from your forest." He spoke from his perch on the countertop with his feet dangling bare, and the sound of tiny bells playing out in the night. The deep wood scent that covered his bare flesh couldn't be mistaken on nights when musky candles burned in the lantern slots, and the wood burning stove keeping the scented oils throughout the room. Carmen worked her magic across the room, from drinks, to trays, lap dances, and private dances it would be a fruitful night--of this he was certain.
Breanna: Then do not miss me anymore, at least not for the hour or more you may have me...let me linger a little while, just to roost in the corner of your thoughts.. How was it a pair of feet could reply to another, just by walking? "Mm. Like home. Enough of it to be called so." She said to no one imparticular. The state of the night was observed; the rich scents, the sound of liquid hitting the bottom of a cup before it swirled around to be full. Breathing as pleasure was ascertained, the nirvana of expression. Even the quickened pace that came in passion's denial. Then there was merely the warmth of all their lives together. "Luib. We came from Luib. Though dah, we recline oft in forest at the base of the mountains." With one hand in Conlaed's, the other went about undoing the toggle of her winter cover. Beneath? Corset entraped figure, skirts of six tiers in no less than blue, black, crushed berry, and brown for their colors. From darkest to lightest. From closed to open.
Conlaed: What would the gadje make of the way that the Prince of Fire-breathers smiled and laughed heartily at his wife's words? There was a knowing and rather brash smile, as he made a rather off color comment. Suggesting what woud be done, once they reached their own home. Then he canted his head to the side, "Good evening, friend Peregrine!" He smiled, looking to his wife, "An' you say that this place is as much as home as Luib.... why do we not use some of our monies to buy a home here?"
Marius de Brabant: Marius had heard of this place; most of the troops knew it as well as a place called the Gilded Lilly. He most assuredly did not need that establishment. However; Lord Voltaire suggested that he relax at this place. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that some of people from the Ebony Hall were observing him this very moment. It didn't matter. He would be returning to the tower for another night's rest. All for his own protection. He was wise enough to take the suggestion most seriously. And so here he was, at the Cat's Eye. Perhaps a sweet or two and some ale would make him feel a bit better. Still, without Lady Janice he simply did not feel complete, even here.
Rhiannon: Already could be heard the sound of banter as Rhiannon stepped inside, one gloved hand gracefully moving to allow the door to close behind her and block out the chill. Following in just after the gentleman she recognized as Marius, Janice's Warrior, and passed a smile around to those present. "Good eve! Pleasant weather this night, no?" Obviously joking for humor filled her tone and danced in blue eyes while she went about seating herself. Easily did she remove cloak and gloves.
Peregrine: "Just so happens there are many empty homes." If one would even call them that, "A good place to weekend, away from your home." Mirth filled his eyes, as he would smile to the dawning pair, but it was when he took sight of the once pirate wench did he feel himself chill over, only to burn again. "Good evening, Princess." His eyes though did rise to the knight who followed in her wake. Had they met? He was not certain. "Welcome. To the Cat's Eye." He moved from his perch to greet the few. "Where drinks are cheap and the women easy." And they auctioned off virgins. He came up beside Breanna, to kiss her cheek and whisper, "Dance for me mamma?" But it was then he turned to prepare whatever it was they ordered.
Breanna: "Mmm...husband! You spoil me, and Peregrine, you root idea in his head. There was once empty place along the Carnival Lane.." With an easy turn about to allow her a slick, able passage down into the dark chasms that craved exploration. One turn, two turns. On the third she held her ungloved hands together before letting the idea slip away in order to greet those who came in. "Peregrine! When did you attract such fine company," speaking of the emeraldine clad red-head that came in, full of allure, "Carmen must have rubbed you down in potion again." Lips turned to return the favor, catching the side of his jaw with a grin. "Always. Always. Give Conlaed strong drink then, you know he he gets if someone reach out to touch." The absence of fingers were possible. Hell, did one need that left hand? She leaned over the bar like a child, curious to see what was on the other side as she observed Marius' lost expression. "You are not down here often, are you? Perk up. Good drink. Good company. A half life is not whole life, my friend." Did she speak to a part of his essence - but know - it was merely age's suggestion for youth to enjoy what came, when it came.
Conlaed: There was a grumpy sort of snort from Conlaed, as Peregrine invited his wife to dance -- and his vest'acha brought up his habit of (occasionally) breaking fingers and hands that got a too touchy-feely with his wife. There was a grumbled, "I do not do it to harm them..... but make them less...." pause. Wait for it. "Sinister." And giving him a strong drink wasn't always good thing. Then again, why should Conlaed not be jealous of his most treasured object in all of creation? Until she danced, at least, Breanna was Conlaed's own. He slid an arm around her waist to hold her close. "We shall see, later, if there is still an empty place on the lane...." He smiled, "Make not so far to go, dah, when we wish to perform? Perhaps even a small shop, to sell our goods from....."
Marius de Brabant: Marius smiled at the man's request. He had never met him before or anyone else here. "Some cool ale would be most marvelous" He did quiet notice the one woman who did not fit in here. He did believe he had met her before briefly The Princess Rhiannon, in this establishment. Marius wondered, but did not reveal her title. He did incline his head in a gesture of respect of course. Tonight he was content to observe; and learn.
Rhiannon: "Princess?" Brow lifted to be accompanied by soft laughter. "I assume you mean the lovely gypsy lady?" A respectful nod toward the woman. She seemed to vibrate with life and energy, and Rhiannon immediately liked that. Right leg easily crossed over left to allow its foot to rotate briefly- working out a kink,"I came for a bit of whiskey and perhaps see who strikes up a conversation." One way to acquire business, no? She didn't know what to make of Peregrine. Even now watched him inquisitively from under slightly lowered lashes.
Peregrine: "Whiskey.." He knew he liked her, and the stars in her eyes. "Coming right up." Another would order Ale, and the pirate would set out to do what he had once started in--pimping. Dark ocean colored eyes would pass to Marius, who he knew from only being perched upside the roof top of the hall. He had once held the man's life at the tip of an arrow, but for no other reason then his own amusement. "We don't take to quiet folk around here." He spoke with a smirk, dirty curls brushing over his eyes as he dipped his hands in the barrel. "Watchin' like that, make us backwards fools nervous. Makes me think you come to gather information, or perhaps hire a few deadly hands." That turned the man his mug upward full now, was that blood under his nails? Yes. "Either way..here all rules are put aside, there is no law, and all are welcome." Was how the Underdark rolled, and even the nobles could live with such rules. Here they could let down their hair, and release that breath they held tightly in their lungs. "Tonight, m'friend, you are free." Did he hear it in the drums? The flutes? The bells on the gypsies hip? "You need this night, did you know that?" He smiled then, to the knight before turning his attention back to Breanna, and her darling husband. Who..he thought looked rather well today. Glowing even. "And you can come borrow sugar from me." He was indeed full of it, or was that a medieval crack? Either way, it would get you high.
Breanna: "See? Peregrine is quite right. He is a sage even if he doesn't look like one, but even the village idiot has good word if one will only listen.." Step, jingle. Step, jangle. It matched with the pace of her hip's swaying from side to side as she pushed herself down from oneside only to come some steps down to sit on the bar as if she were the reigning King's sister. "Anyone who come here really needs it, isn't that right vest'acha? Peregrine needs Conlaed as much as he would need him. The lady needed whiskey, and this man need freedom from his troubles." She rolled on her hip to the other one, leaning over the bar to grin at Peregrine. She could have kissed him, if she wished it, but that was not the intent. Truth be told the Roma loved the gypsy-come-noble-come-vagrant as she once loved her long-dead brother. Her kin hadn't the same zeal, the same spark as she had. Maybe that was why she burned so much longer than they did. "Come..I have the news to tell you. Before I dance. Come, precious one." She curled her finger to him, peering out at him through khol rimmed eyes.
Conlaed: There would be a pause, as Conlaed had gone toward his wife she had a word for a precious one. But he pause, looking a bit confused. She hadn't been addressing him. Hmm. There was a glance at Peregrine. But for Peregrine? There was a light shrug of his shoulders... instead a rather terrifying glare. Conlaed would always be protective of his woman and jealous in keeping her affections. Almost, some would say, like a dragon protecting his treasure hoard. A state that, likely, would only grow in the coming days.
Rhiannon: "Thank you."A grateful nod of head at the arrival of her much beloved whiskey. Some of those more fashionable would balk at the idea, but Rhiannon was by no means some fancy lady. She liked wine, upon occasion, but more than anything preferred the drink that warmed her inside from head to toe. This woman seemed just as wise the King who ran it. Observing silently now while she drank, she debated the reason for one such as Marius being here. He did not seem the type though this she did not state. Rhiannon, on the other hand, fit in with the likes of those in the Cat's Eye more than most would suspect.
Peregrine: He would keep eyes on Conlaed, a perfectly well kept man this one, his hands would not wonder, but when her breath was so close, he felt himself fly away though his feet were upon the ground. "Tell me a secret, and it shall be kept. Unless I could make a few coins off it." He would cant his head, like a cat curling in to listen, and much of the same point to his ears. Carmen would come around to refill their drinks, though his own had gone untouched. Her wicked little hands coming to brush along side Conlaed's back, completely void of the entire feel of the room. She was simply close minded, and a bytch..was her duty, to tend to the captain's along the wall, and tell the fortunes of the night. Ada did a better job, she didn't rig it so it ended with her legs open. Peregrine did.
Breanna: Peregrine was terrible, wasn't he just? A cad, a rake? How could a respectable wife of a good man of merchant ventures lean in so close to Lucifer incarnate? Her voice invaded the outer realm of the ear with little difficulty, pushing forward to fill the empty shell with her cherished secret. Ah, she was the gold under the dragon's long body. The ruby in his claws. "Conlaed is going to be a papa." She whispered, watching as Carmen cavorted with the Prince of Fire-Eaters, the Bookbinder. She slid as if to lay flat upon her belly but did no such thing. Only on her side, a bohemian Cleopatra. "Not show, long time. But it will come. This is good, no?" She slid herself along to the bar's edge before settling on Conlaed's lap. "Tell me, is that not the best whiskey, my lady, what of your ale..quiet man?" Arms looped over Conlaed's neck, "Vestcha, what dance should I do?"
Conlaed: Conlaed would arch his white-eye toward Carmen. The unseeing eye - or, perhaps, an eye that saw things that others did not - studied Carmen for a bit. Then in his voice, rumble from his throat. "Everyman," the Vagabond Bookbinder said, "desires a pretty bauble......a jewel for their eye and to display proudly for others." And he would turn away from Carmen, toward his wife, "some will take any bauble they find.....but I?" He smiled at his wife, caressing her cheek in a somewhat coveting manner -- the same manner in which a dragon might caress his favored ruby -- "I prefer my gems to shine eternal, with inner fire....." This exchange had been soft enough, to keep only between Conlaed, his wife, and Carmen.
Ada: Ada always had business of some sort in the Underdark. Those who were wise never bothered to ask what sort of business occupied the apothecary, though the assumption was usually quite the affront to the woman's moral character. If she had one to stand on, she might have even been offended, but as it was, she hummed the most recent dirty song she'd heard as she made her way into the Cat's Eye, stopping -- of course -- to give Carmen's behind a little squeeze as she made her way through the crowd. Ada was the epitome of men's desires, all curves, and very little will to cover them up. Long, lustrous black hair always swayed with a life of its own, curls bouncing with every step, and her lively dark eyes glittering out at the world from beneath this mop, looking for her next prey even as she set her basket down on the nearest table.
Marius de Brabant: Marius lay back in his chair relaxed as he spoke to Peregrine. "You may think silence is dangerous. But in a place such as this, a loose tongue is much more so. Besides what information could I gather here that could not be done with more ease elsewhere. You don't exactly have courtiers dropping by all night. If I really wanted to gather information, I do think The Gilded Lily would yield so much more." he chuckled "Tonight I am here simply to relax and to have some ale. I have been most busy for the past few days. And besides the dancer to good to look at." Marius did not care one fig for Carmen, but thought it was a good way to distract this fellow; he was not the trustworthy sort.
Rhiannon: Blue eyes cut to Marius curiously, a shake of head setting curls to swaying a moment, as Rhiannon murmured,"You are yet innocent, sir, for the Lily may yield plenty in warm sheathes. Information though? This place is a gem for it." Indeed, that it was. Rhiannon knew all too well about what information could be acquired in its doors. Another sip of whiskey though as she perused the woman Carmen, for there was naught wrong in admiring a fine figure, before noting the arrival of Ada. A nod of head, raise of glass, and she went back to her perusal. None yet approached, but in time...
Peregrine: How wrong this man was, and how little he truly did know. Of to whom he spoke? The very man who Janice had once sold her soul to, in exchange for her womanhood. He held it in his hands, a faithful night three years past, and in these dark eyes could tell the future to come. If he wished answers on whom was behind it all? He would simply need look around. There was blood under his nails after all, and it ran from his eyes--invisible. "You go to that Lily, My Friend, and let us see who returns a quiet man." He did smirk at that, until words were whispered of a secret far better kept. It brought him back down, stole his wings, and he did smile then; the kind that reached his eyes. "For this I will have sugar too!" With a single flick of his foot his bow would come up from under the counter, aimed and fired upon a lantern on the wall to which was filled with "Pixie Dust", and the gold substance would fire off into the night; those in the pub would cheer! Drinks were on the house, "We celebrate! Roma.." The music would start again, picking up in beat, for there was to be another born in the custody of ages. He would swing past on Conlaed and pat the man on the back. "Come alive, old man. You'll catch your wind yet." An old term meaning, he would die to live again, even if only in the eyes of a child. OH look..an Ada. "Dance for me pumpkin. I will pay you well." His arm went around her hip to spin her, a warm kiss to the back of her neck before he released, but his words would be whispered--suddenly rather dark and quiet, "If you have not been to Jean-Claude on this night..." He would leave it open around the end expressing the depths of his meaning, so that prying ears would never understand.
Breanna: "He celebrates for us, vest'acha.." Carmen would be given accolades in the physical from Ada, but Conlaed reserved his touch, his caress for his luminous gem with no flaws. She draped her legs to one side of him, her arms about his neck as glitter spilled out after an arrow shot. "Peregrine, you so much! Make theater troupe, travel, be very successful dah?" Ah, if he could but bring such an act unto the shows they would live as kings without having been born them. Bring forth his kindred, his keep. Let them make castles in forests, bridges of the hillsides. If only! Still, the delight of Peregrine was he was never at one thing too long. "We will celebrate, and it is well deserved! " Her mouth traced the outlines of Conlaed's a pair of times before she slid down from his lap. "Maybe others will join us hmm?" She pulled out her braid so the hair could have its decision of where to go while she played with the locks of the sweet, sweet tart. The tart was a sweetheart whom was a soul who danced to her own drum, her own song. She laughed as lightning split skies. Breanna adored it. " 'Ello pet. Have you a good travel along the drom? (road)" Then she laughed, such a long unbridled sound. All bells and wild horses.
Conlaed: There was a bright smile, as he laughed softly at Peregrine's words. There was a smile, "Friend Peregrine.....you have no idea how much of a second wind I shall get!" That could not help but see him laugh again! When one was old as Conlaed and had lived without much family? The news that Breanna was with child, was one of his greatest news. There was a smile, "If friend Peregrine celebrates for us.... why do we not all dance? Do what we can to entice the others out to see if they shall dance with us....."
Dora: Her hair was sticking out from all directions and her usually tidy wimple awry. She stood upright only with the aid of a chair back or a wall to prop her upon. "This be the place where me child got whiskey! Eh? ::rolls her bony hands into a semblance of fists, waving her right hand in front of her, as she speaks. "Who give me son the drink? Sure enough he did not just pick it up for free! " Her breath was heavy with the scent of whiskey already gone down the tubes. "Iffen I find the lout, I am gonna pulsh...pulverst...pound the crap outta him!" She scanned the room with a searching wary a wee bit for me, too gaze." "Who done it? " She slid into a chair while she could still stand. "And might have a wee bit for meself too?"
Ada: It surprised those who had only taken Ada's dancing classes that the minx actually knew how to step to the beat, sway her hips to the motion of the drums, and dance as gracefully as if it was her singular passion. She grinned at Breanna's attention, but was all ears for Pere when he approached, sliding her hands over his hips and pulling him temporarily closer. "Of course I have been to see Jean-Claude. He is so cranky when he does not have time alone with her." Ada was not the sort of woman to bring her daughter into pubs, but most who met Genna might identify more with Jean-Claude. The child certainly had a busier social life than her mother. "I would, out of sick curiosity, like to know what you were planning on doing if I hadn't." With a wink, she re-joined Breanna, giving the gypsy woman a spin, and swaying her hips independently of her stomach, in a motion that the Church most certainly did not approve of. But if there was a sign of religion in the Underdark, Peregrine was falling slack on his job.
Marius de Brabant: Marius was enjoying his chat with Peregrine. He had pried much out of the man; make yourself look the fool and you will learn more then a wise man. And he already had. Still Rhiannon puzzled him. She was easily dressed and acted like the nobility, yet she fit in easily here. As for Dora, he was not surprised at all to see her in this place. Janice would of course be just as unsurprised. Yet it was a most interesting collection of people, the underside of Skye.
Rhiannon: A quiet evening of just whiskey turned into a glittering festival. At least that was how Rhiannon witnessed it, a wide smile upon her lips, as she tapped a slippered foot absently. The two women danced in ways that made drunken men come to attention, eyes filled with thoughts most sinful. Though her attention was immediately turned to the shouts of...Dora? Brows rocketing high, Rhiannon couldn't believe the sight of the woman...and was she drunk? Oh dear. "Dora, do stop shouting. Come and sit, and let us talk. I saw your wee one. Handsome little boy you have." Distract the woman- that was the goal!
Peregrine: He wanted to hide in this moment, the world around him alive in the heart of the night. However, it was Dora's voice who brought him off his high, "Woman..this is a celebration of life..fitting you should come threatening death?" He'd smile at her, and point towards the wall where her shoes did hang, "Please, take them home. Three years is enough time."
Breanna: "Tut, you keep them three years! Peregrine, you are a naughty one who needs to be punished," but that was simply not her lot in life to enact. Conlaed had come to life with the his 'second wind' proving him a limber soul. For her part, she let her hands run to hold Ada's hips as they moved after she was twirled about like a dervish. Such delicious, devilish hips that the Church had no sanction on. In an act of blasphemy, the gypsy thanked God for that, laughing as she moved her chest in ways that left no effort in imagining what was beneath her neck. A slide of the ribs left, then right. A lift forward and back in a wave. Then the movement up to the drums emphasized the furrow where a little charm bobbed as much as she did. The world's woe tonight was not her woe. While some suffered, she reigned triumphant. While some died, she lived. There would be no delicious arch of the back to far, but hips were freely unleashed. She then would say to Ada, "You have not come to Luib to dance with me either, or buy new lamp! Mm, maybe if we buy the store in Carnival Lane you will come to see Breanna.. Rub my belly with oil as it grows big and help me to paint marks on it."
Conlaed: There was a pause, as he couldn't help but laugh softly. There was a few moments, as he hesitated, watching his wife with Ada.
Ada: "With an invitation like that, I certainly cannot refuse," Ada teased, twirling her fingers through Breanna's hair and releasing, never one to yank hair unless ... well. Unless it was asked for. Ada laughed and placed a kiss to Breanna's cheek. "I did not know you were expecting until now? When is the little one due?" Taking a break for a moment from the dancing, Ada ordered a tall mug of water and sipped while watching the gypsy, giving her a rather contemplative look beneath her mop of dark hair, but it was hard to read the apothecary, sometimes. Those eyes slid to Conlaed, and her face lit up with another smile.
Dora: She pried a splinter out of the table she has slouched at and began to pick something from between her teeth. Drunk? Aye she was that. Irish got the knack, ye know. "You seen me boy? Liam be eight and he got his self too drunk to stand, like a little man he be. " Then she heard she was getting her shoes back! "Me shoes! Gimmie! Only ones that ever felt good on me feet! " she hugged and cradled her dear shoes. "I would of give you a big kiss, Bless you, Pere, but you a married man now. I love you fer returning me shoes, fine enough! " She held the shoes and began to rise and head to the door." Me shoes! How can I ever thank you, Peregrine?"
Rhiannon: Well, they quite were the entertaining pair! And of course could Rhiannon's eyes be caught observing their movements. Why not? Idle shrug of shoulders as Rhiannon looked toward Dora who was being offered...shoes? "Aye, that I did. A heart breaker he be." Children were something Rhiannon much loved. "Though I think that the drink was not given to him. Left on a table perhaps." Of course, this to help keep her calm. Though so thrilled about shoes was she that she was completely distracted! Amazed was Rhiannon as laughter sparked in blue eyes. People always were fascinating.
Peregrine: "All of this teasin, you ladies have been doing I ought' to be kissed..and hard." He would smile then, that roguish charm full of youth. Though he did grow tired and quiet, for even a Pan had to sleep sometime. "Dora if I took you upstairs would you hold me?" He knew Conlaed would, and would even pucker at the old thin man, whose mun was about to get a kickass signature for the board.
Conlaed: Conlaed arch an eyebrow at Peregrine. And then, for the first time that night, Peregrine wound up one of Conlaed's 'come-near-me-and-I'll-hurt-you' glares.
Breanna: "You would wish that...wouldn't you Peregrine.." To be even more the tease, more the jesting vixen of delight she lifted her skirts to reveal a pair of very light legs. Despite the lack of sun it kept some sort of tan shade. She stepped on her toes, emphasizing the length from one end to the next. "For me to kiss you? But I not want the magistrates arrest me for murder..you couldn't hold on to that heart enough." She laughed, skipping around Ada, then off to steal Dora's wimple, putting it on the table. Ah, that was better. Next came a spin simply because she could, because she was Breanna. At it's end the one leg was laced up onto the chair. It should have been stocking clad in this weather, but some are more warm-blooded than others.
Dora: "Weaarh, Wearah. I be too drunk to go up them stairs, good Peregrine. And a lady don't get crawlin' up the steps up drunk any where but home; it ain't seemly. " She leaned against the stair railing. " Not tonight, dearie, lest ye wish to carry this old baggage up them steep stair...Ulp! and then she upchucked there beside the stairway. "Um. " wiping her mouth on her sleeve, "I be lighter for that."
Rhiannon: Well, that was....lovely. Not that it made her swoon or anything. If that happened? Well then she wouldn't be a Physician. "Perhaps you should actually find a spot to rest Dora. Your stomach could probably use it." Poor woman. What had made her drink so much? Whiskey could be quite potent. It was why Rhiannon was careful with her intake. Blue eyes went to Peregrine now as a brow lifted, mischief in her smile,"Hold you? I've heard men request many things of a lady though that is new to me. Are you truly a soft man? Is that what you hide beneath your reputation?" One couldn't say Rhiannon wasn't inquisitive.
Peregrine: If all the world could fall away, one by one he would watch each star fade, but such was the show when Peregrine found himself tired. Heaven would turn it's back on the night, as the gates of Hell would welcome him back home. He did have to return at some point. Pere would curl his lips then coming to stand behind Rhiannon, and put his hands on her shoulders to whisper, "Not soft..just affectionate, but don't tell." Shhhhh. Would it surprise them all to learn through all his escapades that his favorite place to be was at home with his head in Rosalind's lap? He missed her, but was too tired to go the way. The show was getting good anyhow...meow. Resting back now in his chair, he took beside the pirate wench he would lean over to Conlaed, "I do mean to congratulate you..a little more intimately." And no not of the sex kind, "I'm excited to see another child born onto this family." He would know of which he spoke. Poor Dora..he should go help her, but that would really make him seem soft, plus Ada was dropping it like it was hot. Though shakeith thy arse Adelaide, watch thy self.
Breanna: She pouted to the poor woman whom heaved her drink upon the steps. Whilst a lesser went to clean it, Breanna fetched her after the display of leg, bringing her to sit before she could continue. "You get a good tea, n' a little bread to make it through the night. Dah? I make sure Peregrine not take your shoes anymore. See, Adelaide distracts him." It was in the power of the feminine divine, which Breanna would then come up to next with a tilt of head to observe how the voluptuously endowed woman, both top and bottom mind you, moved. She captured Adelaide just under her hips, pulling her front against her own front as they moved about to showcase one delightful rear end and then the next as Breanna enacted a slow spin. She took a finger, running it from navel point, up between her breasts, just beneath Ada's chin. "The baby is due at the end of summer, the warm zenith just before it comes to end. We only learn not long ourselves. Conlaed mark the moon cycles this time better than I do." She took a bit of what-not from a pouch at her hip, blowing it up into the air so it formed a halo around Adelaide. Breanna always came with her own, you see. She winked to Dora as if to shoe the rouse word work, before waving to Rhiannon.
Conlaed: There was a smile, as he watched his wife. Let the Gadje look, and all would be find. But if they forget themselves? Well, dragons were always jealous creatures -- knowing when their most cherished ruby had been touched. Wrath often followed. Fortunately, none were too in their cup to try this night. Conlaed smile to friend Peregrine, "Tis somethin' tha' I have waiteid on long while, friend. A long while indeed." Longer than most had been alive.
Dora: Slides to the floor and sits on the bottom step, cuddling her long lost favorite shoes to he chest. "I need to rest, yep, that be good. Can I sleep here?" She means on the stairs, but who knows what others understand. "I miss me man Clovis." She sniffled and smiled weakly to Breanna,"But see these?" Dora held up her dear fine crafted identical shoes. "I be blessed! See? Peregine gived me twins!" meaning the shoes, but it sounds strange. Then, curling her arm over the shoes, she slumps and passes out cold.
Ada: No doubt, like kin to Genna, which was a good thought, really. The world needed more little girls with dark curls and big bright eyes. The future men of Skye must beware these daughters! "I will visit you, ah? Not on Carnival Lane, but I have much to tell you, and of course, you must meet Genna." With a kiss to either cheek, and a little flirtatious flutter of her fingers to Conlaed as she walked past and momentarily sat in Pere's lap. "It is time to go home, if I know what is good for me. Cannot leave without saying good night, though." Tapping his nose, she gained her feet again and grabbed the handle of her basket.
Rhiannon: "Hmm...affectionate?" She kept her voice purposefully low as he took a seat next to her, not unaware of his hands on shoulders. Such familiarity would freak most women out. Though not her. She didn't tense nor put up a fuss. "As long as you do not tell any that I am as well." A wink as she watched Ada and Breanna dance, humming softly under her breath. A tune in her head. I only want to see you bathing in the... A song not yet written by a "Prince" (stuck in Tabby's head) while sipping her whiskey.
Peregrine: "I'm happy for you..and will be there til the end." To celebrate of course! "Get some more boys on this Isle. Might even find a good match, though I'm afraid Polly will only be interested in other girls. I'll not have boys break her heart." Bad Pere! He would smile over to the bookbinder, "We shall see a baby soon enough, hear the laughter." Oh happy day! He would wink to the pirate wench, forcing himself to pull his eyes from the dancing ladies who made him alive all over, or at least until Ada came squish it. She did that so well, "Oof. I suppose. Drag me home by my hair again?" He liked that too.
