Post by Adelaide d'Aquitaine on Feb 28, 2010 23:20:53 GMT -6
Marcelline: Nothing ever seemed off at the Sage's shop, with the bright blue painted door and shutters, customers trickling in and out, some with packages and some empty-handed, and none ever disappointed in their service. A fixture of Ada's shop, despite being on a quiet lane, was the apothecary herself, who often took a stool by the window and shouted bawdy hawking songs or caught up on all her daily gossip with the urchins who seemed all be in the service of Ada, running her letters up and down the lane, bringing food from the Briar Rose, and informing Ada of when anything particularly interesting happened down at the docks that might require Ada's particular ability to slip in and out, fixing up what she could, without rousing the attention of the guard. It was very quiet today. Peeking through the blue door, only Marcelline and Ada's cat Morpheus were present. Marcelline, busy at work pounding a particularly stony seed into submission in a pestle, occasionally looked out at the street as she worked, but there was much to be done between customers. She wiped her brow with her forearm, sunlight sparking in her wild mane of copper curls, green eyes as bright as sea glass temporarily landing upon Morpheus. The cat tolerated Ada, but she was the only human he seemed to listen to. When it came to Marcelline, his plan of attack was to pretend she did not exist, ignoring her up until the point she might take a broom out and shoo him out into the stock room, where he was less likely to trip any of the customers. Ada's daughter's absence, who was talkative despite her not entirely firm grasp of language, was perhaps the most eerie thing about today, Marcelline thought, arching a copper brow. They were safer elsewhere, she supposed, particularly with the fellow upstairs....
Bolverk: It had become a true habit for Bolverk to visit Ada's shop more and more. Friendship, items that were in need of and other inquiries always had the blacksmith and no doubt other customers coming back for more. Mildly clean, he moved to the doors of the shop and entered inside before a large hand reached up to remove his hat. Eyes did glance to the fimilar places that Ada could normally be found and when they did not find her, they sought out the next person who was normally about. It did not take long for Bolverk to find Marcelline; busy at work he noted. Had the girl been graced with better arm muscles, he might have hired her to work for him part time. She surely had mild aggression to work out. What woman did not? "Afternoon Lady Marcelline. Might I inquire where Lady Ada may be?" A gentleman as always, he saw no reason to be crude or ill tempered. Long hair had been pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck so he did not have to mess with it when his own shop had to be opened and work would steal his attention into the early morning of the next day. His face still held a mild stubble upon it while dark eyes stared at the woman under thick eye brows. The scent of soap lingered from him though already he had a slight bit of dirt upon his hands from touching doors and wood.
Marcelline: Marcelline set the dish and pestle down and looked to the blacksmith. However she had given the impression to Ada's lovers she enjoyed relaying their messages? With an annoyed puff of air that made the light spirals rise and fall dramatically above her forehead, she took a lean against the counter. Ada provided more than she ought as her mistress, and Marcelline's short temper usually stopped abruptly before criticizing Ada on anything. But that didn't mean she couldn't be short with the blacksmith. "Good morning," she offered curtly. "She is not here." Helpful. She disappeared into the back room to grab a box of supplies. She nudged her way out with her hip, and shut the door in a similar matter with a slam, then dropped the box onto the counter and began removing the new clay jars that had just arrived. She picked up a quill and began writing out labels and dosages, just as Ada had taught her to do. A green eye peeked up through the copper hair. "She may be at the Order. Something happened a night or two ago, I have not seen her since, but she might have had an order due. Something. They always keep her very busy." All was true, but Marcelline seemed remarkably unconcerned about the 'something' she spoke of. Ada was a bit like Morpheus. She had nine lives.
Bolverk: Bolverk's charming smile remained even when the woman so curtly said her greeting then sprouted the plain and useless words from her mouth before she vanished into the back room and out of Bolverk's sight. Had he been a man of short temper, he may have taken it harshly and rude. Some where inside Bolverk held patience and waited until the woman came back out. Bolverk knew he should help her with the box and door, but the silence revenge was to watch the woman struggle with it herself and she seemed to do a pretty good job of it in any case. One brow rose slightly when the woman peeked up at him through her fiery hair and spoke. Order? Ebony hall. Why was it that every one seemed to circulate to Ebony hall at one point or another? It made Bolverk start to feel like this was Rome all over again. "Thank you for your valuable time, Marcelline." Bolverk pulled his triangle hat back onto his head, turned on his booted heels and went out the door. His strides were steady and at a eased pace. Nothing went through his mind save the wonder of why Ada was going to Ebony hall so often? Was she a spy as well? It would figure. A woman he could find a mild comfort in with friendship would be among those not to trust. Bolverk had learned his lesson long ago in any case, so trust was never fully given to anyone. Not even his son at times. The strides became longer as he moved through the streets and headed towards the building. One he disliked going to now and then because of what it symbolized. As always, the same servant was there to greet him when the door was opened and because Bolverk did business here, he was allowed in. When the servant asked if he was there to see the Lady Claramae, Bolverk removed his hat and kept a hold of it. "No. I hear Lady Ada has been here for a few days. I would like to speak with her if she is open for visitors." He would wait where he was for the servant to either bring her to him, or show Bolverk to Ada. His face was now lack of emotions, save the normal look of life.
Ada: The servant, after a moment's consideration with one of the other staff, returned to lead Bolverk down the hall. Winter was not a time for gardens, but wherever Ada was, so was life. Springing around her were plants that should not be so green in this month, the lead glass overhead letting in warm, vital light that heated the backs of her shoulders as much as the plants surrounding her. She was giving instructions to one of the garden's caretakers, both seemingly absorbed in a new bag of fertilizer. "No, it is sandy," Ada corrected, guiding the gardener's hand into the soil while keeping her own clean, her right hand gathered against her stomach while the left did all the gesturing. She watched as the soil drifted through his fingers and smiled approvingly. "It will be good for some of the vegetables. We could force some of them early," she added with a thoughtful look toward where the vegetable containers would sit, and coincidentally, caught sight of Bolverk at the door. No spy she, Ada rarely could contain her emotions when she had no reason for it, a smile brightened her face. She shoved her hair out of her eyes and crossed the greenhouse. "It has been too long! I should have sent you a note, yet? I figured Marcell-oh." She frowned. "She has quite the temper, does she not? I ask too much of her, I think." Ada seemed oblivious to the puffiness on the right side of her face, remnants despite all her herbal concoctions of a blow that had sent her to the floor, and a mild scrape just under her chin that was healing quite nicely, for only being a few days old. Her right hand, still held against her stomach protectively, was solidly wrapped in bandages, with only her thumb and index fingers allowed to move. She slid her left arm around his waist and gave him a hug, then stepped back to say farewell to the gardener.
Bolverk: In a place such as this, Bolverk never gave any items to those who could tamper with them. The ex-assassin in him knew better then to leave material which would touch the flesh, within the reach of others. Too many chemicals could be absorbed into the flesh and toxic for the body. Bolverk followed and as habit, his feet did not smack the ground despite the heavy boots he had on. When Ada came into view, Bolverk was mildly amused with her tone and the way she looked as she explained to the caretaker why it was sandy. Ada was quick to spot him and the moment she did, there was no escaping that smile and happy tone. With his hat still in his right hand, he waited for her to start towards him with her rambling of words in her company. Which did he answer first? It was not until she moved closer, that he noticed there was more to Ada then just a welcoming hello. His eyes took in the sight without staring at it for too long. What happened here? As she moved in to hug him, his arm moved around her waist to pull her close for a moment. When she moved back, Bolverk released her and looked down at her face then to her hand. "She was herself. If she truly did not like what she did, she would not do it." He said simply before his eyes glanced towards the care taker who was looking to them. A hand rose up to place itself at her lower back for a moment as he leaned down. "Would you like to share with me what happened to your face? Did a plant and you have a fight? It looks like you lost, my dear."
Ada: "She is cranky," Ada agreed, glancing up at him. "Why do you think I lost? You have not seen the other guy." She grinned, and led the way to a bench, where she took a seat, propping her legs out and crossing them at the ankles. The vantage they had of the greenhouse was wonderful from here, and eyes starved for spring green could eat their fill. Ada was genuinely happy here. It was a good substitute for her own garden, which she thought of as her kingdom, but was still a month or two away from any major work getting done. "She enjoys what she does, though, Marcelline. Some day, she will have her own shop." Her eyes slid over to Bolverk. How to even begin with this story? She rested a hand upon his thigh, and decided to jump in with it. "I had a meeting to attend in the Underdark, with a fellow who said he could help me out with something. But when I arrived, he was not there, and ... No, let me back up. Jean-Claude and I got into an argument. This letter arrived, and Marcelline had just gone home, so I had to bring my daughter with me. Genna would have slept the entire time, so it was no problem for me, but...." She wasn't avoiding the subject, it was just an odd one to talk about, since she was so used to saying nothing about it. "They tried to take her from me. They thought it might lure Peregrine back. I thought I was done for, but then Rosalind and some Lamonts came through the door. It was the most surreal moment of my life. I suppose Peregrine has been missing for a while now, even from Rosalind. She grew curious, went looking, and must have heard Genna shrieking." Ada shook her head slowly, still remarkably confused by the whole series of events. "For a while, perhaps it is better I stay here. I bring them supplies regularly. They are my largest contract."
Bolverk: Bolverk could not disagree. Why did he think she lost? "Because I referred to it as a plant, not a man. Any plant that could do such to your face, is a master." He rose his hand up to her chin to lightly touch the sides of it and look over her flesh. "Now that you have spoiled the surprise and made it known it was a man, perhaps you will share more with a friend?" She moved from him and he allowed her to go, but not before following. Taking a seat by her side his arm brushed her own. My how women could change the topic so quickly. Had it not been for his prior job, Bolverk would have been lost with so much bouncing around when it came to the topics. Hoping to end the one with her help, he said nothing on Marcelline. Ada seemed to take the moment to touch his thigh and Bolverk made no move to remove her hand. He was getting use to Ada's friendly ways. Perhaps too use to it? Once again the cleverness of a woman's mind showed, which had Ada backing up and Bolverk's own thoughts doing the same to keep up. Bolverk was silent for a moment as he tried to ponder his questions. He did not want to pry too much, but he did want to find out more details. "I will not ask why you had a meeting in the under dark, that is your business alone. This man, do you remember what he looked like? A name he gave perhaps?" No doubt it was a trap of some kind. "The men, what did they look like and why would Genna lure him to them? If you do not wish to answer, that is fine Ada. As a friend, I am simply trying to help you figure it out, as you seem unsure yourself on what might be the cause of your very surreal moment." He said nothing about her staying here for the moment. If she felt safe, the it was where she should stay.
Ada: "It would indeed be a powerful plant," Ada mused, glad to have something entertaining to think about. Wrestling with plants was far more pleasant than wrestling on dirty tavern floors. Ada may never fit the picture of nobility quite perfectly, but even her recent visit to the Underdark was distasteful to her ideas of femininity. "Oh, the meeting I do not mind explaining, it is good news, actually. Listen, you will enjoy this little tale." She leaned back against the bench, looking every bit as if she was about to spin him a story, but what she said was truth. "I was nominated as guild master of the guild of spices and herbs. I have been a master for some time, you know, but the former one is relocating to England, and I have the wealthiest shop in the guild." She lifted a dark brow, smiling. "This means a lot to me, if I was voted in. I would have a hand in setting prices and establishing new trade routes, as well as expanding those I already possess. Oh, it is good news indeed. Perhaps I got a little carried away when that note arrived, claiming to be a delegate." She canted her head, determining what to say next without leaving Bolverk's head spinning. She knew she thought quickly, her mind worked with great speed, often leaving conversants spinning in the dust of her circles. After it happened enough times, she realized it was her issue. "The man, I tied him up with some rope, and brought him to Jean-Claude's. Whoever he was, I doubt he will be the same after. He would have killed my daughter, Bolverk," Ada said quietly a moment later. "Because her father is special to them, not because he is a part of her life."
Bolverk: If one was patient, then one would get more then they asked for. Bolverk smiled lightly as Ada offered the tale without him asking for it. As she leaned back, he did too and moved his free arm around the back of the bench. His fingers graced her shoulder as he listened to her. A spice guild master? What would they think of next? A servant guild master? The orders were strange things, seeming to want everyone to have a title. Bolverk resisted laughing at the nonsense of such a title. While Ada was very good and deserved a high position in her field, that title was simply too much. He did not know who she was speaking of, but guessed it to be Claramae since that was the only one he knew of that went to England often. Took to Jean-Claude? The merchant with the shop of dresses? There had been stranger covers, but the dress maker would handle it? Bolverk shook his head lightly at that one. Odd. "I must say, that is a lot to tell a friend. I did not know Peregrine was the father of Genna. He seems to be the father of many." While it may have seemed like a insult, Bolverk's tone was more matter of fact. He had thought Jean Claude was the father. Bolverk certainly knew he was not at least. "I have no doubt he would have. I am glad you both are safe. Now, back to the man who was to meet you. Did you ever find out what happened to him and why he was not there? Where is Peregrine that no one can find him? It is obvious that the man was not a professional in what he did, more desperate with his actions." There were more clever ways to get someone to come without involving innocent people.
Ada: Ada wouldn't have begrudged him a good laugh at the merchant title, but she was proud of herself. A lifetime of work had gone into earning a spot as a journeyman, and then as a master. Her improvements were already slowly infiltrating the world of medicine, though she was far too modest to bring them up if ever asked what her qualifications were. She settled in against Bolverk, listening to him now rather than watching, instead letting her eyes wander from plant to plant. She used to name every plant in her mother's garden as a way of calming herself down. It was a habit that persisted throughout the years, and came as naturally to her as Bolverk might be able to name any blade brought to him for inspection. "I do not tell who Genna's father is. It is not important to her, and it is not so important to me anymore." The affair had long since concluded, and Ada was diplomatic enough to keep any memories of it to herself. Genna would never be brought into it, and she had all that a girl would need to be happy and healthy. "But it was important to them," she added darkly. She obviously would not have gone into the Underdark had she known Peregrine was wanted by his own people. "I do not even know if there was a delegate. It is not something I can investigate, even if I wished to know. Which I do not. And Peregrine? He goes where he wills." Ada shrugged lightly. She may have her wishes about how events might have transpired differently. She might complain about how Peregrine should have been there, if not for Ada, then for Genna. But Ada wasn't the sort to voice those regrets, and so she fell quiet, lifting her left hand and settling it back upon his thigh. "I am glad it is over, though. I am beginning to think I was born under an unlucky star."
Bolverk: Bolverk could agree with Ada when it came to having no need to mention who Genna's father was. Had Lucius not asked, Bolverk would have never spoken a word about his mother, nor the past they shared. Hopefully Genna would be in blissful ignorance and never wonder. Bolverk did care that a young girl could have been ripped from her mother's arms. Had Ada gotten any more information, he might have done something about it. Maybe he still would head down to the underground and see what he could dig up. One man did not do it alone. "And so you will not know. It will become a memory that is best left forgotten. Peregrine is lucky his child has a mother such as you." He commented before his hat was set aside and that now free hand rested on top of her own. Slowly, he pulled it up to kiss her knuckles, then moved it back down on his thigh so he could lace his fingers in with her own. "What star is truly unlucky? They all have the best view in the house." He teased lightly as his grin turned to her. "I am glad you are okay and have handled things well. And congratulations on your dealings and contract. Not all have their businesses grown so large. You are doing something right. Maybe then, you can allow Marcelline to have her own shop and remove the broom from her ass?"
Ada: "I am glad, too." For a few moments, at least, it had seemed she wouldn't be. But she continued to comfort herself with the pleasant sound her hand had made punching out Jean-Claude's assistant, who made one comment too many about her pimp on an already horrible night. The boy still wore the bruise she'd given him. There was satisfaction in that, particularly given the difference in height. "And thank you. Perhaps I am doing something right." She grinned. "Marcelline is the secret to my success. Of course I am keeping her around for a little bit longer. Did you know, before she came to my shop, she knew nearly nothing about herbs? Imagine what four years does to a person. I also think she likes the broom up her ass, ah? She keeps coming back for more." With a laugh, Ada straightened up and turned to face him. "How have you been? The shop is all right? And Lucius?" Ada was glad she'd had a girl. She wouldn't have the foggiest idea of what to do with a boy. The potential of him riding off to become a knight was also not something she was prepared to deal with. Judging by her two-year-old, she had very nearly the same personality as her mother, and doing anything remotely dangerous would never occur to her. But wouldn't she always find herself in trouble anyway? Ada tried not to think about that possibility.
Bolverk: A husky chuckle joined her own laughter at her words of Marcelline liking the broom up her ass. Some women did, it seemed. It was very humble of Ada to give Marcelline credit for all she did. Bolverk could not do everything he did without the lad. "That I did not know. It is amazing what years can do for people and their learning if they take a chance." He agreed. When she asked how he was, Bolverk moved his hand from her own and sat up slightly more. "I am healthy and fit as ever. The shop is doing well. I am going to have a partner soon. A young woman from another village who lost her husband and has gained his shop. Lucius is well I suppose. Very busy with his duties and young, eager wife. Ah to be that young again and have a woman who wants all your attention." There was a knowing smirk. "He comes to help me now and then. I am waiting for him to make my a grandfather. Why I have not become one yet, is amazing. What woman would not wish to bare such a handsome lad's children?" His chuckle was the signal of his teasing. "One day. It is funny, years ago I never wanted to be a grandfather, now I rather like the idea. Hell, fatherhood was hard. The hardest thing I have ever done, but it made me calmer. Not that my son needs that. How is Genna doing? Is she affected by what happened badly or not at all?"
Ada: "Grandchildren, eh?" Even being a mother made Ada feel old sometimes, especially in that first sleep-deprived year. "When it is time, I suppose she will give you grandchildren. Why don't you tell her you've been expecting one by now?" She grinned at him, imagining how that suggestion might go. Horribly, of course. "A woman smithy? That is something I would like to see. She must be courageous to pick up where her husband left off." A woman apothecary was also far-fetched, but few could imagine Ada as anything else. At least, anything as legitimate. "But I think this grandfather business, it is easier than fatherhood. You spoil the child, you can hand him back to his mother, ah? All of the fun, none of the mess." And he could sleep a night through. The idea of having another child did not merely horrify Ada so much as inspire at auto-responsive yawn. "Genna seems to be doing well. She was very frightened, of course, but she is sleeping well, and eating. Peregrine ... was there, at Jean-Claude's. For a moment, anyway. While Jean was fixing my hand, Peregrine had Genna." Her hand hadn't been anything she'd wanted Genna or Peregrine to see anyway. Though it hadn't bled, the bone had had to be re-set, and certainly after punching Julian, had been covered in bruises and puffed up to twice its normal size. Even Jean had looked queasy seeing it. "I suppose that helped."
Bolverk: There was no need to wallow in the mortality that everyone was given. Bolverk was pushing past fifty and he knew his life would not be too much longer in this world. He wanted to know his seed would carry on from himself, which meant one or two grandchildren from his son. Bolverk did not wish to have another child, for it was much too late to be a father was it not? Bolverk put on a false, horrified look at Ada. "Have you not met my son's wife? She will punch my handsome face. Then how will I gain affection without my charming good looks?" Though it was quickly dropped into a wide grin. "Yes, a woman smithy. I know I was surprised to see one. But I have faith and will help her work. One day you should come and meet her." He suggested. When Ada spoke more on the grandchildren, Bolverka greed fully. "It will be a silent revenge to see my son's eyes sad with sleepless nights of a baby crying. I think he will be a better father then I was." The topic moved to her beloved daughter and Bolverk was eager to make sure the child was alright. "That was for the best, Ada. You are a good mother. Keeping it your pain from her will make her better off. I am glad she is doing well. Perhaps I can make her something to keep that cheer going?" Reaching for his hat, he stood up and leaned over to kiss Ada's lips lightly. "For now though, I must go and get my shop ready to open. Come and visit me when you feel safer to walk the streets again. No doubt Marcelline misses you." Reaching for her injured hand, he was gently to kiss the air over the knuckles, but not the wrappings. "Stay safe, Ada."
Ada: Bolverk always knew just the right thing to say. Ada thoroughly enjoyed their time together, brief though it sometimes was. She kissed him back, relishing the sensation of his lips upon her own, but letting him go all the same. He had work to get done, and she wanted to get back to walking the rows of the greenhouse, tinkering here and there with improvements, and talking to the gardeners once more about watering. "You are right. She would probably destroy you," Ada said seriously regarding Siobhan, and quite believing it. But she grinned a moment later. "I rather prefer the way you look now." She knew how Bolverk felt about his son, but she wished she could assure him he'd done what he could. That is all parents could do at times, Ada supposed. Her life had not come to a screeching halt to allow her to raise Genna in peace and quiet. It continued onward, and while she sorted through relationships and business, she had a child entirely dependent upon her making the right decision. It was daunting. It was a tremendous challenge. But she would not have it any other way. "I had a few ideas, but I will come by with them later. Maybe I can be persuaded to bring you a meal, too." Her brows shot upward in amusement as she rose to her feet. "Farewell for now, Bolverk."
Bolverk: It had become a true habit for Bolverk to visit Ada's shop more and more. Friendship, items that were in need of and other inquiries always had the blacksmith and no doubt other customers coming back for more. Mildly clean, he moved to the doors of the shop and entered inside before a large hand reached up to remove his hat. Eyes did glance to the fimilar places that Ada could normally be found and when they did not find her, they sought out the next person who was normally about. It did not take long for Bolverk to find Marcelline; busy at work he noted. Had the girl been graced with better arm muscles, he might have hired her to work for him part time. She surely had mild aggression to work out. What woman did not? "Afternoon Lady Marcelline. Might I inquire where Lady Ada may be?" A gentleman as always, he saw no reason to be crude or ill tempered. Long hair had been pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck so he did not have to mess with it when his own shop had to be opened and work would steal his attention into the early morning of the next day. His face still held a mild stubble upon it while dark eyes stared at the woman under thick eye brows. The scent of soap lingered from him though already he had a slight bit of dirt upon his hands from touching doors and wood.
Marcelline: Marcelline set the dish and pestle down and looked to the blacksmith. However she had given the impression to Ada's lovers she enjoyed relaying their messages? With an annoyed puff of air that made the light spirals rise and fall dramatically above her forehead, she took a lean against the counter. Ada provided more than she ought as her mistress, and Marcelline's short temper usually stopped abruptly before criticizing Ada on anything. But that didn't mean she couldn't be short with the blacksmith. "Good morning," she offered curtly. "She is not here." Helpful. She disappeared into the back room to grab a box of supplies. She nudged her way out with her hip, and shut the door in a similar matter with a slam, then dropped the box onto the counter and began removing the new clay jars that had just arrived. She picked up a quill and began writing out labels and dosages, just as Ada had taught her to do. A green eye peeked up through the copper hair. "She may be at the Order. Something happened a night or two ago, I have not seen her since, but she might have had an order due. Something. They always keep her very busy." All was true, but Marcelline seemed remarkably unconcerned about the 'something' she spoke of. Ada was a bit like Morpheus. She had nine lives.
Bolverk: Bolverk's charming smile remained even when the woman so curtly said her greeting then sprouted the plain and useless words from her mouth before she vanished into the back room and out of Bolverk's sight. Had he been a man of short temper, he may have taken it harshly and rude. Some where inside Bolverk held patience and waited until the woman came back out. Bolverk knew he should help her with the box and door, but the silence revenge was to watch the woman struggle with it herself and she seemed to do a pretty good job of it in any case. One brow rose slightly when the woman peeked up at him through her fiery hair and spoke. Order? Ebony hall. Why was it that every one seemed to circulate to Ebony hall at one point or another? It made Bolverk start to feel like this was Rome all over again. "Thank you for your valuable time, Marcelline." Bolverk pulled his triangle hat back onto his head, turned on his booted heels and went out the door. His strides were steady and at a eased pace. Nothing went through his mind save the wonder of why Ada was going to Ebony hall so often? Was she a spy as well? It would figure. A woman he could find a mild comfort in with friendship would be among those not to trust. Bolverk had learned his lesson long ago in any case, so trust was never fully given to anyone. Not even his son at times. The strides became longer as he moved through the streets and headed towards the building. One he disliked going to now and then because of what it symbolized. As always, the same servant was there to greet him when the door was opened and because Bolverk did business here, he was allowed in. When the servant asked if he was there to see the Lady Claramae, Bolverk removed his hat and kept a hold of it. "No. I hear Lady Ada has been here for a few days. I would like to speak with her if she is open for visitors." He would wait where he was for the servant to either bring her to him, or show Bolverk to Ada. His face was now lack of emotions, save the normal look of life.
Ada: The servant, after a moment's consideration with one of the other staff, returned to lead Bolverk down the hall. Winter was not a time for gardens, but wherever Ada was, so was life. Springing around her were plants that should not be so green in this month, the lead glass overhead letting in warm, vital light that heated the backs of her shoulders as much as the plants surrounding her. She was giving instructions to one of the garden's caretakers, both seemingly absorbed in a new bag of fertilizer. "No, it is sandy," Ada corrected, guiding the gardener's hand into the soil while keeping her own clean, her right hand gathered against her stomach while the left did all the gesturing. She watched as the soil drifted through his fingers and smiled approvingly. "It will be good for some of the vegetables. We could force some of them early," she added with a thoughtful look toward where the vegetable containers would sit, and coincidentally, caught sight of Bolverk at the door. No spy she, Ada rarely could contain her emotions when she had no reason for it, a smile brightened her face. She shoved her hair out of her eyes and crossed the greenhouse. "It has been too long! I should have sent you a note, yet? I figured Marcell-oh." She frowned. "She has quite the temper, does she not? I ask too much of her, I think." Ada seemed oblivious to the puffiness on the right side of her face, remnants despite all her herbal concoctions of a blow that had sent her to the floor, and a mild scrape just under her chin that was healing quite nicely, for only being a few days old. Her right hand, still held against her stomach protectively, was solidly wrapped in bandages, with only her thumb and index fingers allowed to move. She slid her left arm around his waist and gave him a hug, then stepped back to say farewell to the gardener.
Bolverk: In a place such as this, Bolverk never gave any items to those who could tamper with them. The ex-assassin in him knew better then to leave material which would touch the flesh, within the reach of others. Too many chemicals could be absorbed into the flesh and toxic for the body. Bolverk followed and as habit, his feet did not smack the ground despite the heavy boots he had on. When Ada came into view, Bolverk was mildly amused with her tone and the way she looked as she explained to the caretaker why it was sandy. Ada was quick to spot him and the moment she did, there was no escaping that smile and happy tone. With his hat still in his right hand, he waited for her to start towards him with her rambling of words in her company. Which did he answer first? It was not until she moved closer, that he noticed there was more to Ada then just a welcoming hello. His eyes took in the sight without staring at it for too long. What happened here? As she moved in to hug him, his arm moved around her waist to pull her close for a moment. When she moved back, Bolverk released her and looked down at her face then to her hand. "She was herself. If she truly did not like what she did, she would not do it." He said simply before his eyes glanced towards the care taker who was looking to them. A hand rose up to place itself at her lower back for a moment as he leaned down. "Would you like to share with me what happened to your face? Did a plant and you have a fight? It looks like you lost, my dear."
Ada: "She is cranky," Ada agreed, glancing up at him. "Why do you think I lost? You have not seen the other guy." She grinned, and led the way to a bench, where she took a seat, propping her legs out and crossing them at the ankles. The vantage they had of the greenhouse was wonderful from here, and eyes starved for spring green could eat their fill. Ada was genuinely happy here. It was a good substitute for her own garden, which she thought of as her kingdom, but was still a month or two away from any major work getting done. "She enjoys what she does, though, Marcelline. Some day, she will have her own shop." Her eyes slid over to Bolverk. How to even begin with this story? She rested a hand upon his thigh, and decided to jump in with it. "I had a meeting to attend in the Underdark, with a fellow who said he could help me out with something. But when I arrived, he was not there, and ... No, let me back up. Jean-Claude and I got into an argument. This letter arrived, and Marcelline had just gone home, so I had to bring my daughter with me. Genna would have slept the entire time, so it was no problem for me, but...." She wasn't avoiding the subject, it was just an odd one to talk about, since she was so used to saying nothing about it. "They tried to take her from me. They thought it might lure Peregrine back. I thought I was done for, but then Rosalind and some Lamonts came through the door. It was the most surreal moment of my life. I suppose Peregrine has been missing for a while now, even from Rosalind. She grew curious, went looking, and must have heard Genna shrieking." Ada shook her head slowly, still remarkably confused by the whole series of events. "For a while, perhaps it is better I stay here. I bring them supplies regularly. They are my largest contract."
Bolverk: Bolverk could not disagree. Why did he think she lost? "Because I referred to it as a plant, not a man. Any plant that could do such to your face, is a master." He rose his hand up to her chin to lightly touch the sides of it and look over her flesh. "Now that you have spoiled the surprise and made it known it was a man, perhaps you will share more with a friend?" She moved from him and he allowed her to go, but not before following. Taking a seat by her side his arm brushed her own. My how women could change the topic so quickly. Had it not been for his prior job, Bolverk would have been lost with so much bouncing around when it came to the topics. Hoping to end the one with her help, he said nothing on Marcelline. Ada seemed to take the moment to touch his thigh and Bolverk made no move to remove her hand. He was getting use to Ada's friendly ways. Perhaps too use to it? Once again the cleverness of a woman's mind showed, which had Ada backing up and Bolverk's own thoughts doing the same to keep up. Bolverk was silent for a moment as he tried to ponder his questions. He did not want to pry too much, but he did want to find out more details. "I will not ask why you had a meeting in the under dark, that is your business alone. This man, do you remember what he looked like? A name he gave perhaps?" No doubt it was a trap of some kind. "The men, what did they look like and why would Genna lure him to them? If you do not wish to answer, that is fine Ada. As a friend, I am simply trying to help you figure it out, as you seem unsure yourself on what might be the cause of your very surreal moment." He said nothing about her staying here for the moment. If she felt safe, the it was where she should stay.
Ada: "It would indeed be a powerful plant," Ada mused, glad to have something entertaining to think about. Wrestling with plants was far more pleasant than wrestling on dirty tavern floors. Ada may never fit the picture of nobility quite perfectly, but even her recent visit to the Underdark was distasteful to her ideas of femininity. "Oh, the meeting I do not mind explaining, it is good news, actually. Listen, you will enjoy this little tale." She leaned back against the bench, looking every bit as if she was about to spin him a story, but what she said was truth. "I was nominated as guild master of the guild of spices and herbs. I have been a master for some time, you know, but the former one is relocating to England, and I have the wealthiest shop in the guild." She lifted a dark brow, smiling. "This means a lot to me, if I was voted in. I would have a hand in setting prices and establishing new trade routes, as well as expanding those I already possess. Oh, it is good news indeed. Perhaps I got a little carried away when that note arrived, claiming to be a delegate." She canted her head, determining what to say next without leaving Bolverk's head spinning. She knew she thought quickly, her mind worked with great speed, often leaving conversants spinning in the dust of her circles. After it happened enough times, she realized it was her issue. "The man, I tied him up with some rope, and brought him to Jean-Claude's. Whoever he was, I doubt he will be the same after. He would have killed my daughter, Bolverk," Ada said quietly a moment later. "Because her father is special to them, not because he is a part of her life."
Bolverk: If one was patient, then one would get more then they asked for. Bolverk smiled lightly as Ada offered the tale without him asking for it. As she leaned back, he did too and moved his free arm around the back of the bench. His fingers graced her shoulder as he listened to her. A spice guild master? What would they think of next? A servant guild master? The orders were strange things, seeming to want everyone to have a title. Bolverk resisted laughing at the nonsense of such a title. While Ada was very good and deserved a high position in her field, that title was simply too much. He did not know who she was speaking of, but guessed it to be Claramae since that was the only one he knew of that went to England often. Took to Jean-Claude? The merchant with the shop of dresses? There had been stranger covers, but the dress maker would handle it? Bolverk shook his head lightly at that one. Odd. "I must say, that is a lot to tell a friend. I did not know Peregrine was the father of Genna. He seems to be the father of many." While it may have seemed like a insult, Bolverk's tone was more matter of fact. He had thought Jean Claude was the father. Bolverk certainly knew he was not at least. "I have no doubt he would have. I am glad you both are safe. Now, back to the man who was to meet you. Did you ever find out what happened to him and why he was not there? Where is Peregrine that no one can find him? It is obvious that the man was not a professional in what he did, more desperate with his actions." There were more clever ways to get someone to come without involving innocent people.
Ada: Ada wouldn't have begrudged him a good laugh at the merchant title, but she was proud of herself. A lifetime of work had gone into earning a spot as a journeyman, and then as a master. Her improvements were already slowly infiltrating the world of medicine, though she was far too modest to bring them up if ever asked what her qualifications were. She settled in against Bolverk, listening to him now rather than watching, instead letting her eyes wander from plant to plant. She used to name every plant in her mother's garden as a way of calming herself down. It was a habit that persisted throughout the years, and came as naturally to her as Bolverk might be able to name any blade brought to him for inspection. "I do not tell who Genna's father is. It is not important to her, and it is not so important to me anymore." The affair had long since concluded, and Ada was diplomatic enough to keep any memories of it to herself. Genna would never be brought into it, and she had all that a girl would need to be happy and healthy. "But it was important to them," she added darkly. She obviously would not have gone into the Underdark had she known Peregrine was wanted by his own people. "I do not even know if there was a delegate. It is not something I can investigate, even if I wished to know. Which I do not. And Peregrine? He goes where he wills." Ada shrugged lightly. She may have her wishes about how events might have transpired differently. She might complain about how Peregrine should have been there, if not for Ada, then for Genna. But Ada wasn't the sort to voice those regrets, and so she fell quiet, lifting her left hand and settling it back upon his thigh. "I am glad it is over, though. I am beginning to think I was born under an unlucky star."
Bolverk: Bolverk could agree with Ada when it came to having no need to mention who Genna's father was. Had Lucius not asked, Bolverk would have never spoken a word about his mother, nor the past they shared. Hopefully Genna would be in blissful ignorance and never wonder. Bolverk did care that a young girl could have been ripped from her mother's arms. Had Ada gotten any more information, he might have done something about it. Maybe he still would head down to the underground and see what he could dig up. One man did not do it alone. "And so you will not know. It will become a memory that is best left forgotten. Peregrine is lucky his child has a mother such as you." He commented before his hat was set aside and that now free hand rested on top of her own. Slowly, he pulled it up to kiss her knuckles, then moved it back down on his thigh so he could lace his fingers in with her own. "What star is truly unlucky? They all have the best view in the house." He teased lightly as his grin turned to her. "I am glad you are okay and have handled things well. And congratulations on your dealings and contract. Not all have their businesses grown so large. You are doing something right. Maybe then, you can allow Marcelline to have her own shop and remove the broom from her ass?"
Ada: "I am glad, too." For a few moments, at least, it had seemed she wouldn't be. But she continued to comfort herself with the pleasant sound her hand had made punching out Jean-Claude's assistant, who made one comment too many about her pimp on an already horrible night. The boy still wore the bruise she'd given him. There was satisfaction in that, particularly given the difference in height. "And thank you. Perhaps I am doing something right." She grinned. "Marcelline is the secret to my success. Of course I am keeping her around for a little bit longer. Did you know, before she came to my shop, she knew nearly nothing about herbs? Imagine what four years does to a person. I also think she likes the broom up her ass, ah? She keeps coming back for more." With a laugh, Ada straightened up and turned to face him. "How have you been? The shop is all right? And Lucius?" Ada was glad she'd had a girl. She wouldn't have the foggiest idea of what to do with a boy. The potential of him riding off to become a knight was also not something she was prepared to deal with. Judging by her two-year-old, she had very nearly the same personality as her mother, and doing anything remotely dangerous would never occur to her. But wouldn't she always find herself in trouble anyway? Ada tried not to think about that possibility.
Bolverk: A husky chuckle joined her own laughter at her words of Marcelline liking the broom up her ass. Some women did, it seemed. It was very humble of Ada to give Marcelline credit for all she did. Bolverk could not do everything he did without the lad. "That I did not know. It is amazing what years can do for people and their learning if they take a chance." He agreed. When she asked how he was, Bolverk moved his hand from her own and sat up slightly more. "I am healthy and fit as ever. The shop is doing well. I am going to have a partner soon. A young woman from another village who lost her husband and has gained his shop. Lucius is well I suppose. Very busy with his duties and young, eager wife. Ah to be that young again and have a woman who wants all your attention." There was a knowing smirk. "He comes to help me now and then. I am waiting for him to make my a grandfather. Why I have not become one yet, is amazing. What woman would not wish to bare such a handsome lad's children?" His chuckle was the signal of his teasing. "One day. It is funny, years ago I never wanted to be a grandfather, now I rather like the idea. Hell, fatherhood was hard. The hardest thing I have ever done, but it made me calmer. Not that my son needs that. How is Genna doing? Is she affected by what happened badly or not at all?"
Ada: "Grandchildren, eh?" Even being a mother made Ada feel old sometimes, especially in that first sleep-deprived year. "When it is time, I suppose she will give you grandchildren. Why don't you tell her you've been expecting one by now?" She grinned at him, imagining how that suggestion might go. Horribly, of course. "A woman smithy? That is something I would like to see. She must be courageous to pick up where her husband left off." A woman apothecary was also far-fetched, but few could imagine Ada as anything else. At least, anything as legitimate. "But I think this grandfather business, it is easier than fatherhood. You spoil the child, you can hand him back to his mother, ah? All of the fun, none of the mess." And he could sleep a night through. The idea of having another child did not merely horrify Ada so much as inspire at auto-responsive yawn. "Genna seems to be doing well. She was very frightened, of course, but she is sleeping well, and eating. Peregrine ... was there, at Jean-Claude's. For a moment, anyway. While Jean was fixing my hand, Peregrine had Genna." Her hand hadn't been anything she'd wanted Genna or Peregrine to see anyway. Though it hadn't bled, the bone had had to be re-set, and certainly after punching Julian, had been covered in bruises and puffed up to twice its normal size. Even Jean had looked queasy seeing it. "I suppose that helped."
Bolverk: There was no need to wallow in the mortality that everyone was given. Bolverk was pushing past fifty and he knew his life would not be too much longer in this world. He wanted to know his seed would carry on from himself, which meant one or two grandchildren from his son. Bolverk did not wish to have another child, for it was much too late to be a father was it not? Bolverk put on a false, horrified look at Ada. "Have you not met my son's wife? She will punch my handsome face. Then how will I gain affection without my charming good looks?" Though it was quickly dropped into a wide grin. "Yes, a woman smithy. I know I was surprised to see one. But I have faith and will help her work. One day you should come and meet her." He suggested. When Ada spoke more on the grandchildren, Bolverka greed fully. "It will be a silent revenge to see my son's eyes sad with sleepless nights of a baby crying. I think he will be a better father then I was." The topic moved to her beloved daughter and Bolverk was eager to make sure the child was alright. "That was for the best, Ada. You are a good mother. Keeping it your pain from her will make her better off. I am glad she is doing well. Perhaps I can make her something to keep that cheer going?" Reaching for his hat, he stood up and leaned over to kiss Ada's lips lightly. "For now though, I must go and get my shop ready to open. Come and visit me when you feel safer to walk the streets again. No doubt Marcelline misses you." Reaching for her injured hand, he was gently to kiss the air over the knuckles, but not the wrappings. "Stay safe, Ada."
Ada: Bolverk always knew just the right thing to say. Ada thoroughly enjoyed their time together, brief though it sometimes was. She kissed him back, relishing the sensation of his lips upon her own, but letting him go all the same. He had work to get done, and she wanted to get back to walking the rows of the greenhouse, tinkering here and there with improvements, and talking to the gardeners once more about watering. "You are right. She would probably destroy you," Ada said seriously regarding Siobhan, and quite believing it. But she grinned a moment later. "I rather prefer the way you look now." She knew how Bolverk felt about his son, but she wished she could assure him he'd done what he could. That is all parents could do at times, Ada supposed. Her life had not come to a screeching halt to allow her to raise Genna in peace and quiet. It continued onward, and while she sorted through relationships and business, she had a child entirely dependent upon her making the right decision. It was daunting. It was a tremendous challenge. But she would not have it any other way. "I had a few ideas, but I will come by with them later. Maybe I can be persuaded to bring you a meal, too." Her brows shot upward in amusement as she rose to her feet. "Farewell for now, Bolverk."
