The Teaching of Magics

[kennocharhaine]

Kennocha Rhaine: Kennocha stood among the other gypsys that would be performing tonight, though she was off by herself a bit rearranging a few things on a table. She was already dressed for the night in a copper/gold belly dancer outfit, finely beaded with guazy strands flowing around her slender legs. Her shoulders were bare but her arms were encased with gauzy beaded sleeves. Hanging from her belt was the gold mask she planned to wear tonight but it was not needed at the moment so its place was secure there for now. Her long dark hair was down and fell to the middle of her back in soft waves, and every time she moved she tinkled wearing the ever present bells around her wrists and ankles.

AIendral: The Illusionist chose now to appear, naturally, just as curious about the other acts as he was about everything else. not requiring a performance, he had instead swapped into his costume for the festivities, having chosen (to his own amusement) to garb himself similar to the sun god himself, a sheer white robe hanging loosely from athetlic frame, his hair a mess of small curls, having long since given up his spectacles, an elegant shaped bow strung behind him and cradling a lyre. Far stranger though was the subtle glamour that came about an otherwise simple costume--his features seemed noticeably sharper,emphasizing the young features of his face considerably, and he carried himself with a grace that belied even previous encounters--a fludiity of movement that seemed almost otherworldly. Having set aside the mask for now, the illusionist took stock of the various Gypys 'till he spotted the one he was looking for in particular--the woman in the fairly enticing outfit, suppressing a mild grin as he did his best to sneak up under all the commotion and clear his throat. "Seems I made a mistake in choosing my volunteers. The audience would have a hard time taking their eyes off such a vision, I suspect." and right into the silver tongue he launched. He waited for the young woman to turn around, waving his hand. Even stranger, aside from the familiar grin, it seems as if the Illusionist had transformed entirely.

Kennocha Rhaine: She was so absorbed with what she was doing that when he spoke quietly in her ear practically she jumped with a startled gasp and whirled around. His compliment making her flush brightly while dark eyes sought his. She wrinkled her brows a little, ok she knew that voice but the face she remembered didn ot match. A moment of confusion. She let it melt away though and offered a pretty little dimpled smile while her exotic voice was heard for him alone. "I think with little tricks like that, I will be quite forgotten."

AIendral: The piece of flattery was met with another wry grin and he riposted. " A first lesson, my dearest girl, is to never underestimate the power of a beautiful woman. For no matter the wonders that they see, it can scarcely match the wonders of the woman carved from the loving hands of God himself, so radiant it is painful to lay the eyes on. It also is a fantastic way to make sure their attention is elsewhere." he smirked. "In any case, as I have promised so I have arrived, to discuss the prospect of a burgeoning young Ilusionist seeking to carve her own path of wonder and mystique. " he bowed eloquently then, before fixing his gaze up to her.

Kennocha Rhaine: She chuckled softly and leaned against the table as she met his gaze. A shake of her head had those soft curls falling over her shoulders and against her breasts coveredin delicate bead work. "And what if the female is the Illusionist, how would she distract the crowd?" Her voice was soft and teasing, her eyes with merriment. "And thank you for being willing to show me a few things. I practice but it seems I am not very good at it." That admission made her flush a little once more and for her eyes to drop in a bit of embarassment.

AIendral: "The first would be to find a woman of even more striking beauty to draw the eye, but of course, I would find such a challenge impossible to surmount. Still! There are some things you may be able to do. Dress conservatively, to hide the curves that so draw the eye, perhaps something to hide the hair... and in your case." Unable to resist the chance at flattering a woman senseless, he gently took the woman's hand and brushed a small kiss to the back of her hand. "Avoid contact with the eyes so as that they may not find themselves lost within it..." and once it was finished, the Illusionist's face grew more sincere and he waved his hand. "A helping hand I'd be more then willing, though for my secrets I'm afraid will carry a bit of a price! Still, I am sure the lady is being modest. Certainly you may demonstarte to me what little you learned, before the critical eye of an Illusionist to best gauge your ability.

Kennocha Rhaine : His compliments had her eyes dropping. She was not used to anyone flattering her so, perhaps because despite being a gypsy she spent most of her time trying to be invisible to others as much as possible. At his request that she show him what she meant she glanced up at him a dark slender brow rose, those beautiful dark eyes resting on his. " I warn you I am not very good, even little simple tricks do now work for me." She started to step back a step and realized she could go no further. She caught herself before knocking into the table then made a motion with her hand attempting to create the image of a rose floating between them. But all that happened was a swirrl of air, like a ripple of something, and then nothing. She frowned.

AIendral: Alendral switched then, though displaying even the moment's weakness was enough to earn her the undue attention for the Illusionist for the rest of her life, no doubt, and he watched as she conjured, smiling dutifully before carrying himself till he was at her side, a slender arm wrapping around her waist while he moved to place his hand under hers, speaking in cool, thoughtful tones. "Ahh.. a rare gift, those truly touched with an eye of illusion, who can craft the masque from air itself... but many who possess the gift are incapable of wielding it, for they don't know the rules.. here.. I'll show you." He smiled and reshaped her hand slowly, pinching her fingers together. "The first you must understand is that Illusion by and large relies on the expectations of its audience, and thus can not be wielded crudely. I understand what you were trying to accomplish, but what you were trying to do--to shape an image that has no substance, and then move it in such a way... demands a great effort on your behalf. You are young yet, and so you will not not be able to form such complex imagery so freely. Here.. start simple. " he took an arm off her long enough to duck into hiis pocket--withdrawing, surprisingly, a rose, which he tucked into her arm before resuming his (frankly unnecessary) half embrace of her, grinning--it had substance, felt a subtle weight on her fingertips--but why would an Illusionist hide a rose. "Focus instead on making the object do something unbelieveable... then later, mayhaps, you may learn to conjure wonder from the air...

Kennocha Rhaine: Unconciously she leaned into that half embrace, concentrating on his words, barely aware of much else save what he spoke of. " Make it do something unbelieveable?" She asked softly. Then concentrated on the rose. It lay there on her arm, while her hands molded as he had shown her. She concentrated harder her focus completely on the rose now, perhaps a little too much focus because what had meant to be just a light lifting and moving of the rose had it shoot out from its place to land a few feet away from where they stood, it skittered a few feet then came to a stop.

AIendral: Well that was unexpected. He watched the thing shoot out of her hand and the 'gods' visage became vaguely dumbfounded. "Huh..." He tilted his head awkwardly. "Well, that's a start, I suppose. Certain few would believe you actually did that. " he grinned and disentangled himself from her long enough to go and retrieve the object with a vaguely amused expression plucking the tall rose from the ground before he made his way to her. "Alright, so we've established you can exert your will on an illusion, yet we still have you lacking in control... it's a start." he brought the rose up to her, and with a single flick of his hand, made it disappear, drawing himself to her side again with an arm about her shoulder and a wry grin. Another flick, and itw as back in hand, it's petals grazing the side of her cheek while he fixed her with a Rogue expression. "My guess, were I such an expert in these matters, is that you were too focused on my literal interpretation and not on a specific. You must dictate first what you wish to happen in your mind, form a clear picture... know what it is that you wish to see, and what will appear. Only when the image is clear, can you weave the illuson proper." He twisted his hand and closed it to banish the rose again, this time drawing it in his other hand, held to the side of her face to hand it back to her. "Remember this. In such proximity--I must can see the rose, smell it... I can hear it shift as it glides across skin and cloth... a true illusionist forsakes not the tiniest details, for an illusion must fool all the senses. It requires a keen mind, and the creatity of an artist. Think carefully now.. and concentrate." It was a wonder he was concentrating at all, leaning subtly against the woman as he talked in smooth, duclet tones.

Kennocha Rhaine: Her head tilted toward him as she listened, her mind filing away his words a small smile curving her soft lips at his surprise. She closed her eyes a moment and let his words weave a picture in her mind, that perfect red rose whose soft petals he had caressed her cheek with, floating in her mind. Every little detail. She held her hands out in front of her, as she pictured it floating just a few inches above her small palms. With her eyes closed she did not see it as it formed shape, but she felt it. It was not quite floating. Instead it rested gently against her skin. She felt a moment of triumph, then opened her eyes to see what she had done.

AIendral : He smiled, patiently as he saw it lift of its own volition, seemingly pleased by the the display. "Good... very good. You're a fast learner. It took me days to learn such an intricate trick. Now for the second free lesson--for you have learned to fool the senses into seeing the impossible... by exerting your will on an object that does not exist at all." And at that, the Rose promptly vanished, congealing into mist before disappearing entirely. "You did such because you believed it was real... a rose, of gentle fragrances and vivid hues... but there never was any Rose. I merely made you believe it. Convince a woman or man that an object exists when it does not, and you introduce wonder and mystery. And the audience.. mere putty in your hands, to be moulded as they see fit." He smiled patiently then and stepped aside. "For these are the fundamental principles of basic illuion. If it can be believed real, it can be done, but one must pay attention to detail. The more you struggle to break the audience's perception of reality, the harder it will be to conjure... Start small, and build up such feats, a bit a a time... until they believe anything you tell them. Understand..?"

Kennocha Rhaine: She nodded that she did understand and lifted those dark eyes to his. " Thank you. If I were to ask for more lessons, what would they cost?" She had a thirst to get better, a need to not make such a fool of herself when things just did not work for her. The instructions he had given her were filed away in her mind and he could be certain she would be practicing for hours every chance she got.

AIendral: "Welllll, that is the question now isn't it? For teaching someone who would one day steal her business from me is a daunting prospect for any Illusionist... Hmmm" he grinned moderately as he mulled over the possabilities. "And yet, I find it almost unfair to ask for much for a woman of the road for much in the way of money, for I am faamiliar with the perils of a traveling lifestyle... so instead, I will suggest this. You will learn what you can while I stay.. and after the Masque will make a choice. For I must take my leave afterwards, the road calls me again. If you would wish, you may travel as my assistant, should you so wish for it... but I am beginning to understand few would want to part company for this place... we shall see how things go and when it is over, you will set a price as you see fit. I require only a promise that I will be compensated in some way for the secrets I yield, hm...? And perhaps a mere token to insure your word on the part."

Kennocha Rhaine: She leaned against the table once more and mulled that over. A dark brow rose and a tiny painted nail came up to caress her bottom lip as she thought. She had just purchased a cart, and a horse, so it would not be hard for her to move around, especially if it meant learning more. She was tired of the paltry little tricks that left much to be desired and most people walked away from. " I am not sure about leaving, we shall see about that when the time arrives, but I agree. Though what sort of token would you like that would secure our little deal?" She asked him with a dimpled smile.

AIendral: "I would make no such assumptions, of course, much as I might dream of sweeping the young lady away from this and showering her with such praise and affection so rightly deserved." he grinned again and strolled casually to her side, exaggerating his own ponderment of the possabiltiies. "So many possabilities, what might I ask? My mind demands permeanance, my heart suggests nothing more then a moment's kiss, and the mind curses its imperitence!" There really was no disuading Alendral from his attempts, and that was something she may want to learn quickly enough. "Merely something that may mean enough to you, my dear, to part with that may equal parting an Illusionist to his secrets. For you ask me to give you a gift most dear of me, and thus I part with my most sacred secrets. Surely you have something of your own value equal to that?" He risked snaking an arm casually around her waist again, eyes alight with merriment and exhuberance.

Kennocha Rhaine: She laughed softly at his eloquent words then nudged him as he wrapped his arm around her waist then leaned against him. " I have a rare tiger's eye jewel I picked up from an old gypsy a long time ago. I have held onto it for years, not quite sure why but it is yours if you want it. And a kiss if you truely want it, but beware you don't sweep away an unsuspecting heart in the process." She said with a playful wink.

Alendral: "Keep the gem, for the such a rare gift may be indeed an uneven trade, even for an Illusionist's secrets." And of course, given offered he'd damn well take, reaching up to touch her cheek gently and turn her head slowly. "But I must warn you my dear, not to lose your heart along the way.. for you can no more grasp hold of true illusion than me. " and with that warning, he leaned forward and brushed the softest kiss against her lips, a gentle gesture that he lingered for only a moment before drawing away, all smiles and triumphant expressions. "An acceptable down payment, for an exceptional gift of my own. Now you really must prepare for the revelry. See you at the festivities, my dear." and at that, he began to slip away, drawing away from her in smooth gesture and backing away with another noble bow befoer slipping away.

Kennocha Rhaine: she gave a soft little chuckle as he warned her not to loose her heart to him, then closed her eyes at the brush of his lips against hers. Her own hand came up and caressed his handsome cheek, then slowly dropped away as he moved away from her. " I look forward to it." She said with a smile before watching him disappear.

[kennocharhaine]

AIendral: Now it was Alendral's turn to prepare--the final act, after all, the final act was very important, and the first and foremost was the construction of the final prop--a very large box, painted obelisk black, which he was currently finishing up as we speak, dressed in more casual white shirt and black leggings, fixed on his work, thin spectacles worn on his face. such a dutiful task allowed him time to dwell on matters privately, and he welcomed them despite himself. To say he felt mixed about last night was an understatement, all things considered. Despite attempts to the contary, the whole thing did rather blow up in his face, and he found himself contemplating it for the most part while he throwed himself into his work, so distracted he barely noticed anything else.

Kennocha Rhaine: The soft tinkle of bells preceeded her but from the looks of it he did not even notice. She wondered what type of thoughts he was lost in that he would not even hear her approach. She smiled a little bit as she quieted her steps deviously. With a swish of soft silk skirts she came up behind him and tapped his shoulder. "Good Evening Master Illusionist." She piped with a tad bit of amusement as she jumped back just in case he came up swinging. Today she wore a skirt of dark purple with silver threads sliding through it playing peeka boo, and a lighter purple tunic that made her eyes look even darker. They were so dark abrown that some would almost swear they were black, and even seemed to turn to that ominious color when angered or passionate.

AIendral: As it simply wouldn't do for Alendral, even if she had in fact completely snuck on him, and the momentary jolt gave way to a wry grin as he stopped from waht he was doing, turning with a flourish as he hopped down from what he was working on. "Ahhhh! The lovely Miss Kenocha. Mayhaps here for another lesson? Successfully wooing another lesson out of the great Alendral after a lovely little bit of seduction last night!" He flashed her an impish smile before straighting out his tunic a little bit. "I trust that you are well...? Come, walk with me. As yesterday, I gave you lesson on how to use the gift, today, I believe that we will teach you when you don't have to." smoothly falling into ritual, he put an arm over her shoulders and gently guided her over, deciding, playfully, to reveal one of his favorite acts. It was on a whim, really--leading her to a pile of materials. "Illusion magic, after all, has it's price, on the mind. Using it throughout a show can be tiring... never spend energy you don't have to ... come, I'll show you my favorite trick, the one that never fails to impress!"

Kennocha Rhaine: That dimpled smile was back, her cheeks flushing. " Yes I am here for another lesson." She was more then pleased that she did not have to bargain it out of him and gladly leaned into him when he put his arm around her to lead her around. A slender arm would return the gesture and slide around his waist pressing her entire side against his as they walked and she listened intently. Her smile grew intensifying her dimples as it did, and her eyes brightened with amusement and excitement.

AIendral: Needless to say, having a young girl at his rapt attention was enough to momentairly keep his mind off it, and he threw himself into the task full tilt, grinning wildly as he pulled up a small jar. "Mayhaps you saw a pleasant little trick last night, which earned a smile from the young lady Danae. Why, show this trick to a man you seek to steal the heart of and he'll be so awe-struck to be but mere putty in your hands. It's a favorite of mine, and it requires none of your gifts, only your wits. You see, M'lady. Illusionist magic is not just an application of gifts, it is a rare bit of creativity--and an understanding of two things. The first is what is--what people accept as reality. What people accept as the world.. The second... is how to subvert those expectations. Now, many with your gift make a crucial mistake. They believe that their gift allows them to brute force their way through all Illusion, imposing their will on the other's senses. And they never enjoy much success. And why, do you ask? For it is no mere parlour tricks but real magic... but the answer is simple. Illusion is still bound by rules. Expectations, reality. If you undersatnd how to subvert it, withour your gifts, then so can you exert your will on reality. The two, of course, are intertwined. Observe. Alendral's world famous that leaves no burn. " He held up a clear jar of liquid to her then, unscrewing the lid and smiling as he withdrew the next part of his act--a simple flask--hoisting up his thrid prop--a jacket, in the sleeve of which held a harness. "Now... watch closely. " he absently tightened his grip on her and dipped the flask. "The liquid in question--don't ask, if you can't figure out what it is, you'll figure it out, clever girl... is a mere fuel for the flame... For all flame requires a fuel... let me see your hand."

Kennocha Rhaine: Listening intently to him blocking out all other tings around them leaving them in this own little space for just the two of them, at least for the moment. She smiled To the mention of her showing the trick to someone who she wanted to steal the heart of she gave him a teasing grin. " What if the person whose heart I wish to steal already knows how the trick is done?" She was teasing of course, or was she, of course she was. Or so she thought. As he continued on and asked for her hand she offered it trusting him fully though she would breath in deep to catch the scent of the liquid suspecting it was something of the alcholic nature.

AIendral: "Well, that being the case my dear, you'll have to think of something exceptionally clever." He grinned and poured out the liquid in her hand, gently grasping at her hand and spreading it along in a gesture that was a bit more intimiate then strictly necessary, but anything that was an excuse for Alendral to tease. "In any event... that's the first part of the trick. You'll notice the liquid gives off very little shine--and barely even seems to show. This is important. It only takes one observent man or woman to dispel illusion. There are liquids you can use to dilute it--to make it seem less obvious. You will learn them, but speed and distraction is of the essence. Move the hand constantly when demonstrating it, smile that pretty little smile of yours, so they pay attention to the face and the teeth. Don't be afraid to ah.. use whatever assets you have available. That is the first rule of illusion--everyone looks where you want them to look. " he smiled again and dug around in a pant pocket before picking up the final piece--a small, tiny piece of flint and tinder, closing his hand and demonstarting how to hold it in such a way to conceal it. "This is the technical aspect, and you will have to practice. One snap of the finger, one spark, is all you need, but it must always be done on the first try. If it fails, they will look to the hand and may notice your attempt. It will require practice. Just put pressure onto it... maximum contact--that's the key. Friction makes fire. " He slid his hand under the now doused hand, giving her one last warning for good measure. "Remember, once ignited, you will have about fifteen seconds of time to woo and amaze... when you start to feel a little warmth, flick your hand sharply--immedietely. Do not delay or the hand will burn... as soon as you start to feel it.

Kennocha Rhaine: She chuckled at his tease, and mentioned her attributes... " I am not used to showing myself off for the sake of an act. You flatter me sir, there really is not that much here to look at." She looked down at herself a moment. She had never deemed herself pretty, and had never really been called pretty either, and so she felt that perhaps he was jesting her, flattering her. As he continued though she payed close attention to what he was doing and when he brought out the flint and made his instructions she held out her hand, and though she felt a moment's nervousness she nodded that she understood.

AIendral: "Ah, all that and modest as well, but there is no need to sell yourself short. You are, in truth, a very pretty girl, my dear. But a good deal of beauty is in as much as one carries one self as actual physical beauty... I myself can not merely coax on my good looks alone, now could I?" He chuckled at the fished compliment but decided to back to the matter at hand. With one flick, the spark hit and her hand was wreathed in flame, though cool and without a moment of pain. He watched for a few brief seconds, studying her expression--waiting to see if she counted properly, and if she didn't, well he'd extinguish her hand for her. "And that's all there is... " he grinned and moved slightly till he was over her shoulder, near cheek to cheek. "Now... what do we establish in doing such a trick? That the rules of reality do apply, but we have an understanding beyond that of our audience. They will wonder an hold the mystery will entice them... that is the purpose of all illusion. For if we can defy the laws of the land, what are our limitations?" he grinned and once she was finished, handed her another small piece of flint. "Practice creating the spark in one motion for a while. No immolation though. Just focus on the spark.

Kennocha Rhaine: Her eyes grew wide and startled as her hand went up in flame then filled with wonder that it was not harming her, almost forgetting to count. When he came in so close to her she leaned back against him listening to him even as she shook her hand as he had instructed, almost doing it too late. She took the flint he offered and smiled. "Thank you" He was close enough still that she managed to place a small feather light kiss on his cheek before she tried the spark once or twice, only managing it after the third try each time.

AIendral: "It's alright dear, takes practice." he grinned moderately as she bestowed the gentle affections on his cheek with each try... but frankly, after the third or forth time, something funny started to happen. The affection kind of... troubled him, and his face fixed suddenly in a vague expression. What exactly was he doing...? So close, the hesitance was likely hard to hide, even from her, and drew away subtly, making the excuse that he was tugging on his shirt as he decided to ask the peritent question. "So have you given any thought to becoming an assistant full time?" and the inward little voice in Alendral asked, incredously, what!? surprising even him.

Kennocha Rhaine: She grinned at him missing him as he drew away and wondering a little about it but she said aught while she turned to look at him. " I will keep practicing." At his next question she pondered for a moment. " I have considered it, and I have no ties here, truely you are the only person I have any sort of ties to no matter how new they are. So if you would like a new assistant, then I would be happy to join you."

AIendral : "Really...?" he raised his brows subtly a moment and kind of hesitated. This was a very different Alendral from earlier, and being pinned by it was nervous. Damn, why was he losing his grip on things now? he started to, of all things, fidget, trying to find words but finding only half of them. "... I'm glad to hear it.. but I think it would be unfair of me to woo you with all fanciful tales of glory and adventure without the reality. " and just what was he going to say...? He paused, hovered unevenly and sat back, briefly. "... The truth is Kenocha.. we, Illusionists... are accustomed to masks. I find it hard for me to remove it, at times... and should you choose this path, you too might find similiar difficulty..." which made no sense to her, naturally, but then it seemed hard to him!

Kennocha Rhaine: She chuckled at his surprise and then his seeming back peddal. She understood it though. " I am a gypsy Alendral. I know what life is like, I am far from innocent in most things. " She paused a moment then stepped closer to him one small hand cupping his cheek. "There are always layers to people. They are one person here and another elsewhere. I expect you to be no different. I will always be honest with you, I will never hide from you.. Unless we are playing around." She said with a mischevious smile before returning to her gentle look as she met his eyes. " And I promise to do my best to see past the Illusion." Perhaps he did not want her to but she would none the less.

AIendral: He chuckled darkly but didn't press the issue. She had no idea. "True that may be, but I confess that I know little of you as well, and have trouble seeing past your mask as well. I just wanted you to know... what you see, here, now, is precisely what you will get. I can promise nothing else... and... " he stopped short of saying how much trouble that point caused, and dropped the issue, and decided to change gears again. "Among the many things I expected, beauitful, graceful... what I never truly expected was the wisdom behind your eyes." he grinned and stroked the back of her hand affectionately before he dropped his hands.

Kennocha Rhaine: She smiled softly and lingered but for a moment more before stepping back. " I have never been spoke of in that way, and for once I actually feel beautiful." She said softly before moving to turn away getting ready to step up onto the podium and check out the box for his final act.

AIendral: "You should hear it more often. " he remarked with wry grin, hopping up onto the stage and allowing her to wander over the box--clearly designed for a person to step into but with little other then that to give away it's purpose. "Mores the fools for the men that haven't noticed yet, I should say. Curious...?" he started to circle the box. "It's my final act, and my most interesting trick. The Lady Rhiannon will be assisting for it. Certain.. thematic element associated with it, you see. Should be quite a show." He didn't of course tell her what it was, preferring instead to tease her with it.

Kennocha Rhaine: She flushed a little bit and looked at him, appreciation in her eyes before he started telling her about the box in little detail. " I am very curious, " She nodded as she circled the box. She had seen something similar to it in an act done when she was but a small child, she only had vague memories of it now. " As much as I want to ask for details I will save that for later, after the act, and when I have mastered a little more."

AIendral: "Woman after my own heart. " he grinned devilsihly. and stopped in front of her, leaning against the structure as he decided to ask another strange question. "... So tell me Kenocha, what do you think of this place? Be honest." he was referirng to Skye of course, seeking a sort of outside opinion, which she was the closest to it. He looked to her with an expression of rapt curiousity.

Kennocha Rhaine: She turned to face him leaning against the structure as well her shoulder nearly touching his hand as she pondered his question. " It is a busy place, well structured. The people here are happy and devoted to their rulers. That is clear enough. It is rare to find a place such as this."

AIendral: "I thought so as well. Given the choice, would you stay?" The question seemed out of place, all things considered. but she'd probably have to just get used to th surprises. " You are a Gypsy, of course, so such a question seems almost outlandish, and yet I find myself strangely drawn tot his place despite myself. It is.. a vexing problem, to say the least." and he would elaborate no more on that particular subject.

Kennocha Rhaine: She chuckled softly. " I am a Gypsy, roaming is in my blood but Skye seems to be big enough that there is plenty of Roaming here to do. Would I stay? If I had a reason to yes. Would I be glad to stay if I found that reason? Yes." Dark eyes lifted to his dark and curious.

AIendral: If she was expecting himt o announce that he had every intention to, she'd end up disappointed. He mulled it over for a moment and said, enigmaticlaly. "Hmm. Shame." and dropped the subject there, reaching forward to press a kiss to her cheek. "Just promise me that should you change your mind, you will never hold it against me, for I fear the circumstances will never allow me to settle into a place and call it home."

Kennocha Rhaine: " A shame hmm?" She asked with a tad bit of amusement. He was a man who lived to travel, home was where his head rested. She would never hold that against him. " I doubt that I will change my mind, but in case I do I promise not to hold it against you." She said softly her dark eyes expressing she meant every word she said. When he kissed her cheek she lifted her hand to caress his cheek until he moved away. Her fingers drifting slowly from his skin as he did so. He touched something in her. Something strange and delicate. Something she did not want to dwell on at the moment.

AIendral: The Illusionist drew back after the gesture, all devilish experssion, the signfigance of the moment perhaps lost on him, and he folded his hands behind him. "In any event, I really should finish this so I can get prepared for the big ceremony. None of the names mean anything to me, naturally, and you'd best get prepared yourself. There will be no more talk of payments since you agreed to volunteer, so you best not worry voer such trivial matters. Perform your tasks with all your heart, and I promise, in time, you will learn my greatest secrets." He bowed again, and ducked behind the structure briefly before appearing on the other side--most likely just to throw her off balance.

Kennocha Rhaine: She grinned watching him. " Thank you very much and I will perform with all of my heart and make you proud." She said as he disappeared then reappeared, startling her a little making her laugh. " Alright I will leave you to your secrets for now. And go and prepare for the events tonight." She gave him a playful teasing grin before dancing closer for a moment planing a playful kiss on his lips then turning and dancing away with a sing song voice to the tune and lyrics of a bawdry song that no "lady" should know.

[kennocharhaine]

AIendral: Alas poor Alendral, suffering for his earlier indiscretions. To say that he woke up unpleasantly was a monumental understatement, a splitting headache and a wicked feeling in the pit of his stomach driving him to curl up in wherever the hell he found himself--to make matters worse, the lack of any clothes curled up at the food of the bed suggested he hadn't even managed to luck out despite it, and he was left with sufferance and little else, the only respite being the pitcher of water left out for him. The young illusionist, a mere shadow of his energetic self, muttered irritably and pulled the blanket over his head to block out any possible light, silently swearing off any sort of wine for the rest of his adult life. That was a stupid move, even for him. He knew why he drank as well, which only made it worse.

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn had made it through the night by going back to the stables she left her things at and finding a nice clean stall with fresh hay, used as her bed for the night. Upon waking, she decided she'd first go wash up somewhere, then make herself perhaps a lil more presentable to the people she was going to go re visit, Alendral and Kennocha. She was pretty sure the two would still be where she last saw them and made her way there. Reaching the gypsy's vardo, she knocked on the door. After no immediate answer, she worried and carefully took precautions to enter. Cracking it open first though not yet peering in. "Kennocha? Aledral... ye both be alright and decent?" She asked. Her reasons for the visit were simple, check on both her new friends and talk more about this assistant job the man spoke of the night before.<d

AIendral: "Go away. Pay respects to the dead outside." The Illusionist groaned, apparently giving a fine idea of just how well he was doing. As to where Kenocha was, he'd no idea. Probably off to take care of her own act while leaving him in the mean time. He was so unwell that he didn't even enjoy the implication that she expected them to be naked and in the throes of bliss. Of course, given his state of stomach right now, the very idea made his stomach churn and he was, for once, greatful that his advances had been largely rejected. Of course seeing as it would probably take more then that to keep the stranger out, he'd reluctantly draw himself to a sitting position, fumbling for his spectacles and slipping them over his face awkwardly while she came in.

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn smirked, brows arched and she entered. "Well g'morning tae ye to sunshine..." She greeted as she moved further in. "Might Ay be gettn ye a glass of wine?"Yep, she was gonna be a thorn in his side if he was gonna greet her in ushc a fashion. Arms crossed under her chest as she leaned against a spot. Her dark eyes eyeing him, both in a means to scold him and yet doing what she could to keep from laughing."Ay told ye, ye had nuff tae drink tae kill over a horse. Thas why Ay came... tae check on ye and Kennocha... ye for obvious reasons. Kennocha tae make sure ye 'ave nae drove her stark rave'n mad with all that malarkey ye was talkn." <d

AIendral: "No more wine. " she just had to twist the knife, didn't she? "No. No more wine, not ever. Nothing but water and milk for the rest of my life... No more wine." he waved his hand numbly at the thought, staring at her in frank puzzlement for a moment as he tried to remember anything from last night in detail. Failing miserablye, he was forced to ask. "... Mmmm...hmmm... Ah, look, I am sorry but I'm terrible with names.. who are you?" Which was of course a lie, but I'm too drunk to remember didn't sound as good.

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn had to luagh then, unable to hold it back any longer. "Aye... ye say that now, but ye will be back at it again me thinks." She winked at him, all in jest of course but then when he spoke, the lil brown headed young woman seem to turn abit more serious for the moment."Ay should 'ave known..."A shake of head made. "No matter.. at least this time ye are nae as drunk and mayhaps will remember next time. Ay be Jocelyn Cotovartre... " She gave that a moment to sink in before she continued. "Ay also came by tae talk tae ye about that assistant position... though... me thinks ye dun remember much about that talk either...aye?" <d

Kennocha Rhaine: With a swish of black velvet skirts and the tinkle of tiny bells that were attatched to her anckles and wrists Kennocha would appear at the back of the Vardo. She arched a delicate brow. " It seems we have company." She said with welcoming smile to Jocelyn she continued into the vardo moving past her tot he chair near the bed where he sat. Then tossed him a bag with some fresh clothes that she had secured for him from his own wagon which was where she had been. She also handed him a packet with some herbs in it. " That will help with the headache. " She had heard mention of the assistant job and looked back and forth between the two perhaps a little uneasily, hoping he would not try to replace her with Jocelyn even though she was newly his assistant, he had much to teach and she was eager to learn. Though perhaps sharing the role with her would not be so bad. (d)

AIendral: "Assistant...?" he didn't bother introducing himself as he had likely done it before, but he had to admit his surprise at being told he offered an assistant position. He hoped he didn't do such a thing in front of Kenocha, though judging from the fact he was in Kenocha's bed, well... even if nothing happened. He cleared his throat a little bit. "Ah.. I.. dimly sort of recall someone mentioning for work.." he glanced over at Kenocha awkwardly again, taking the packet of herbs and helping himself to a bit of water with almost indecent haste. Anything to take the edge off. "Well... while I an forced to confess that I already have a stage assistant, It takes a good deal more 'n that to get an Illusion show on the road, don't mind me saying, M'lady. What... exactly did you have in mind?" He gave Kenocha the most reassuring look he could muster before turning his attention back to her, grinning faintly. "Or were you hoping I'd use ya to show you off on stage to the doubtless many eligible bachelors in the audience, hmm?"

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn looked to the door as Kennocha entered, automatically greeting her with a warm smile. "Morning tae ye..Ay came tae check on ye both..."She watched sielntly as the gypsy moved in and began to care for Alendral again. Once all was done, and he began speaking, she looked to him and nodded. "Aye.. ye said another assistant, but if tha offer is no longer available, Ay guess Ay be waste'n ye time and me own." Jocelyn was by no means looking to replace anyone. And lets be honest here... Jocelyn was pretty sure... but who would pass up the gypsy when comparing these two? Any man that did was a fool and or blind. Besides, Jocelyn wasn't the type to enjoy having people look at her like that. She just as soon knock them off their keisters for such an attempt. "Wot is it Ay 'ave in mind? Anythihng that requires work, so long ye pay well and Ay dun go gettn me self in tae no troubles." <d

Kennocha Rhaine: She was vastly releived as he tried to reassure her with a look and relaxed back to pluck at the soft fabric of her red tunic that showed off the color of her skin as well as the darkness of her eyes. She watched him as he eagerly downed herbs and water nodding satisfaction before pouring him some more water. Then glanced to Jocelyn with a smile then back to Alendral. For now she kept quiet and let them discuss business. (d)

AIendral: At the bit of false modesty Alendral snapped his fingers, seemingly shifting from the ever-so-pleasant showmen to striclty business. "Oi,were you even listenin'? 'course's plenty a positions avaiable. Didn't say that there weren't plenty a'work to be had, long as y'mind not doin' it in the spotlight. No..." he took a swig of water and settled in a bit again, smiling pleasantly enough despite himself. "Let me ask again. What kinda skills do ya have...? More to my sort of trade then wavin' your hands about and shouting a bunch of nonsense, ya know. Costumes, Props, stage-work, mixin't his and that. Gatherin' materials for the act." He grinned. "I pay very well for those who are willin' to work for it, but I can assure you, I'll get you in no more trouble then you'll attract yourself."

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn glanced to Kennocha, smiled once more and looked back to Alendral. Head titled but she frowned a lil. "Well, skills... Ay know how tae read some.. know how tae write a lil too.But Ay dun know nothn bout magic or illusions. Ay can sew... work with me hands and make things...that sorts o'things." She then glanced between the two again before those brown eyes came to settle on him once more. "Ay can cook, clean, pack horses..." Jocelyn felt she wasn't going to have any luck here but she was at least trying. Most people, once feeling defeated would simply tuck their tails and scurry off, this one however wasn't one to do that. She could take rejection just fine should it come to that. Been doing it all her life so she was fairly use to it. <d

AIendral: "Nonsense! ask me to mend a tear in a costume and I'd be at a loss. Ask me to make a dish anything less then a water 'n salted meat and you'll be left hungry... Plenty of magic 'n that, me thinks. And as it so happens, I'm in need of a bit of that too. My old assistant was quite a hand at that and 'fraid that ship has sailed. I could do well with a jack of all trades... and I'm rubbish with horses. " he grinned lightly and swung his legs off the bed, trying unsteadily to rise on his feet. "Everything else, ya can learn along the way. But understand, workin' with me requires a fair share of travel 'n runnin' abouts. If ya have something tying ya down here, best seek another line of a work, for the life of a Showman is a life in transist, with only the place ya lay to call home!"

Kennocha Rhaine: She chuckled as they talked. She could cook, she could not sew. And she was good with horses as well. As she saw him trying to stand she stood and held out her hand to help steady him wheather he wanted the help or not. She for one did not want to have to pick him up off the floor. (d)

GaelicFIame: Brown eyes seem to light up a lil when words showed the possibilty of a job.She nodded, listening then chuckled a few times. "Well then.. sounds tae me like we might gettn somewheres... and Ay assure ye... there be nothin 'ere tae tie me down. Ay jus arrived nae two days ago... been traveln all o'me life so nothn new 'ere." She replied with as she to straightened up as the man began to make moves to stand. She held her hand out, it could be consider as an offer, but it was more so to catch him should he fall.<d

AIendral: "Wonderful. Fantastic....!" he had no idea why he was jumping on the offer of a woman he barely knew, but then she bothered to put with him when he was stone drunk and that had to count for something. The Illusionist plucked up the clothes offered for him while the young gypsy kept him from tottering over. "Now unless the two of you are truly dying to see a young illusionist all fine 'n the buff, would you mind stepping outside so I could get dressed? Or at the very least remove your clothes first so I don't quite feel so awkward." More of a tatic to get them both out long enough to change as opposed to getting them both naked, though one couldn't necessairly blame him for trying. "I have just the task for you, as well. A few more modifications to the final act, that simply most be done before the show tomorrow night!"

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn nodded and smiled, happy to see she was now a hired hand. However, when he spoke of needing privacy to dress unless of course they chose to join him, she had to do what she could to keep from just not pushing him over and have him fall flat on his face anyway. She did narrow her eyes at him, a silent warning of sorts before she looked to Kennocha and then moved outside. <d

Kennocha Rhaine: She chuckled shaking her head as Jocelyn high tailed it for the back of the Vardo and out side. She paused beside him grinning with a shake of her head. " You are going to give that poor girl a heart attack" She teased him then studied his face a little more intently noting the easing of the lines to his forehead and eyes as the headache began to ease due to the herbs. She kissed his cheek with a grin. " Don't take too long or we might come back in too soon. " And with that she was slipping out the back as well and closing the door to give him some privacy. (d)

GaelicFIame: Once she was outside and a few paces away, she turned to look back to the vardo, watching as Kennocha joined her. With her hands on her hips now she tilted her head. "Is he always like tha?, cause iffn he is, me thinks things are gonne get real interestn soon..." She smirked, being both slightly annoyed and amused.<d

Kennocha Rhaine: She laughed and looked back towards the Vardo. " From what I know of him, Yes he is always like that. " She gave her that little dimpled grin before leaning against the wheel of the Vardo which brought Hustler towards them nickering with interest. He pushed his dark head aganst her affectionately and she smiled murmuring softly to him her fingers stroking his face tenderly. " Have you met Hustler yet?" She asked with a smile knowing full well she likely hadn't. (d)

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn chuckled and gave a shake of her head with Kennocha's answer. Taking a few paces here and there to help pass those few minutes as she looked between the other woman and the horse. At Kennocha's question, Jocelyn gave a funny look and laughed. "No... no Ay 'ave nae..."She then closed the distance tween herself, the gyspy and Hustler. A hand came up slowly, letting him get a good smell so he could become use to her scent before Jocelyn would attempt at stroking the steeds muzzle. "How long 'ave ye had'em?" She asked.<d

AIendral: Eventually the Illusionist would emerge, looking quite refreshed despite himself, even manging to bring some color back in his face as he let out a vaguely pleased sound, tugging at the clothes offered to him idly to straighten them out, the spring in his step having largely returned. "Ah~! Much better. He offered his best dashing smile to the two of them before hopping off the last step in grandoise gesture. "Now...! Where were we, ah yes, the job. Tell me, you say you're good with your hands.. and while I most certainly have no doubt of that, you have any experience in basic carpentry? " He grinned wryly at the 'new' assistant while making his way over to Kenocha's side, an arm slung casually over her shoulder while fixing the Rogue expression fully on the young maiden. "The final prop has yet to be finished for the act, and it is ever so important that it is made to specificaiton... 'Less of course you'd rather explain to the Queen about a terribly singed Baroness. "

Kennocha Rhaine: She grinned while Hustler sniffed and then lipped at her hand looking for sugar cubes he knew wernt there. " Only a few weeks actually." she said. He gave a nicker when he didn't find any treats then went back to his grazing leaving them to chat until Alendral made his descent from the wagon. She grinned at him noting he felt much better and leaned into him in return as he draped his arm over her shoulders. " Hey wait that's not fair, I don't get to see how its done but she does?" She asked in a teasing manner pretending to pout but the merriment in her dark eyes told them both she was paying and would patiently wait to see the act before bugging himtodeath to teach her how it
Kennocha Rhaine: was done. (d)

GaelicFIame: Brown eyes lifted to Alendral as he made his way from the vardo to them. With his words, she narrowed her eyes and watched him like a hawk. Men like this were trouble makers, but... he seemed harmless. Not as terrible as others she had met in her past. And he was giving her a chance with a job, so that counted for something as far as she was concerned. "Aye, Ay said some... Ay did nae say Ay was an expert but basic bout covers it. Her arms folded over her torso. Keen eyes watching his rogue of an expression and she smirked. "Ay can follow directions well and iffn ye tell me wot specifications need tae be met, they will be done tae a Tee." She looked back to Kennocha then, nodded with the given reply and chuckled at her playfulness. Brown eyes turned back to Alendral, waiting to see what he would speak on next. <d

AIendral: "There is a difference betweeen a volunteer and an assistant, m'dear, and you'll learn the difference soon enough. She is but a pretty face that will do the parts I ask, and wonder what magic I've weaved as much as the audience. And she's also not the one trying to steal my act, wouldn't you say?" he tightened his arm around her shoulder for good measure, seemingly restored to his energy like that. Made one wonder--was he perhaps faking and exaggerating his own hangover earlier, or was he merely hiding the effects of it now? as with so many things, Alendral remained inscrutable in that regard. "Excellent, excellent!" he released the poor girl and crouched almost immedietely, using a finger to draw a small box in the sand to demonstrate. "Here, let me show you what I ask, and I'll send you to work on it. The basic principle is simple, really. A box large enough for a woman of the lady Rhiannnon's size to enter, turn, annd move about comfortably.. yet not so large as to dispel illusion. The door shall be here,. and once locked from the outside, it can not be unlocked. " he circles a spot on the door, and drew a line in the ground. "But here is the trick, m'dear, and what seperates a mere carpenter from a wielder of illusion. It must be at least two heads taller then the woman and yet not seem such a way to the naked eye. For any sign of extra room would suggest a secret compartment, and thus the illusion will be dispelled!"

GaelicFIame: Jocelyn nodded, chuckled and then moved closer as so to sort of kneel down with him. Her eyes shifted from one to the other but as he began to explain and draw, she gave her undivided attention to that and that alone. She licked her lips, nodding a time or so, eyed the drawing, watching as he pointed out the specifications and taking them to memory. "Ay see..." Softly spoken as she thought it over a moment. "Seems simple enough... though, might help should Ay see and know o' this Rhiannon ye speak of... as tae 'ave a better idea with wot Ay'd be workn with." She let a moment of silence come before speaking again. "And Ay assume ye be have'n tha tools Ay be need'n tae work 'my magic'." <d

AIendral: "Rhiannon will be attending the Masque tonight, dressed as a Valkyrie of ol Norse folklore, and that will be your first assignment. I have it partially built on stage, of course, but there are a few touches yet to be done, and I want a more delicate hand to inspect it and make adjustments as neccessary." he clapped his hands together before glancing at Kenocha idly. "I force you on such a roundabout way as part of the test, you see, for my work is never so absolute in its work. Sure, I could call her in and ask you to measure her wide 'n tall, and yet such specifics will spoil the natural feel of the act. Too perfect, after all, and it will looked staged. There must always be room to improvise--to ... be flexibile, as it were. You'll have the tools ya need and shoudl you require more, you need only ask and they'll be acquired. Provided that you can do for me whatever I should ask--or indeed ,Kenocha, when she feels brave enough for acts of 'er own, and you'll have whatever your heart's desire."

Kennocha Rhaine: She chuckled at his comments. " I don't want to steal your show... just improve mine:" She said with a teasing grin then moved off to offer Hustler some food and extra treats for the time being. . while they discussed specifics... Then moved in towards them again when he glanced her way listening further, taking note of the lesson he was inadvertantly giving. (d)

GaelicFIame: "Aye.. tha Masque.. so.. back in tae the fancy dress.. iffn one wishes tae call it tha... and size the woman up." Jocelyn stood up again, straightening to her full height of five foot and seven inches. Yes, this one was short compared to most she had seen lately. That didn't mean that she couldn't hold her own and often people mistaken her for less than what she was. What most people seem to forget is dynamite comes in small packages and boy was this one loaded. To many times had men decided to try their luck and to many times had they drawn back less than a hand. Jocelyn only nodded as he continued to speak until he mentioned her having her hearts desire. "Jus the essentials...food, water, clothes... Ay ain't one for all tha fancy stuff ye see all these other ladies out tae get...and.. ye both will get what ye want when asked, as Ay am nae one tae disregard requests or duties when it comes tae me work." <d

AIendral: "Then I believe myself a friend to have found, m'lady, for we are both the same in that respect. Yes only the essentials for me! Water, food, and fine company, all the things to comfort me for long journies!" he stood up and dusted himself off at that, of course pushing his luck as he came about and tried to sling his arm around her shoulder much the same way he did about the Gypsy earlier. "A woman after my own heart, indeed. I can see we will make fast friends." Though the next moment might make it clear that that might not entirely be the case.

GaelicFIame: Hands had moved to her hips, shifting her weight some as she listened and watched. However, those eyes became leary when he stood, neared her and tried to sling an arm around her shoulder like he had Kennocha earlier. One hand came off a hip, gripped him firmly, though not painfully, yet, and removed it from about her not seconds it settled. She stepped back, gave him a look and smirked. "Unless ye heart is made o' pure gold and nae brass...that will fetch me a good bit o'money, then perhaps... otherwise, ye be readn into things tae much." Jocelyn paused before she added. "And friends.. in time..for now, we be...an employer and employee." <d

Kennocha Rhaine: She watched them with a chuckle noting how Jocelyn easily evaded his arm grinningg realizing this girl would be hard to break through indeed if he so chose to try. She leaned against the back of the Vardo and crossed her ankles grinning completely at his expense. (d)

AIendral: For his part, he reacted well, grinning lightly at her at the rejected advances, finding his arm back at his side. "The man that steals your heart will go through considerable hell to get it and yet I imagine will cherish it like no other, this much I am certain..." he stepped back and folded his hands behind him so that he might rub at his wrists in secret. "But of course, as Employer and Employee, for now, there will certainly be time for friendship to form its unbreakable bonds later!" He spoke like it was already an absolute. "And mayhaps I'll see a true smile other then the ones offered at my expense, hmm?" he grinned lighlty again and hopped back before making his way back to enchoa--doubtless to soothe his own ego at that. "I must truly be blessed for such wonderful company! " back to her side he went, with arm slid around the Gypsy's waist again.

GaelicFIame: Those dark brown eyes shifted from him to Kennocha and then back. Did Jocelyn find it funny? Of course she did, but she wasn't going to let on to that. At his words however, she wanted to laugh.. to find herself absolutely rolling in the ground, in a fetal position and sides busting with pain from such hard laughter. Jocelyn watched as he tried to play it off like he hadn't been affected by her rejection. "In time.."That was for both the remark of friendship and a genuine smile. "So.. wot might we need tae dae now? Anything else we need tae speak on?"<d

Kennocha Rhaine: At his mention of grins fro his benifit she laughed, and when he came to her wrapping his arm around her waist she naturally leaned back into him one arm sliding around his waist as well her other coming to rest lightly on his stomach her head leaning charmingly against his shoulder. Her way of soothing his ego which despite it being so huge needed to be soothed everyonce in a while no since in letting him loose all his wiles. (d)

AIendral: "Nothing that requires my immediate attention, persay. Tomorrow will be devoted to prepairing for the show, I'll need you to go to the markets andp ick up the materials I'll require that I have not on hand. I'll provide you with the funds of course. Then will be mere preparation--assuming costumes are in order, the props all set a certain way. That will all require my hand, naturally--Kenocha will assist you so that she might learn the basics of putting on a show, but tonight! Revelery and all things joyous affairs and little else. It will be your last night as a free woman without a care in the world 'fore you enter my employ, so enjoy it, no?"

GaelicFIame: The not so easily won over woman would listen, nodding with his answer and partially satisfied with it. She understood all the talk on how she'd have to do a few things and with Kennocha by her side. However, when he spoke on her no longer being a free woman she did chuckle. "Iffn ye wish tae think tha... jus know.. Ay will always be a free woman, employeed or nae. But aye.. enjoy tha night Ay will..." Ouch.. talk about spirit. <d