Orgeat Monostoni D'Aramachi de St. Louisiana XVII
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"It doesn't matter. Days, weeks, months..."
"Would you be happy? With me?"
"My Love, the fleeting snowdrop is its splendid in the briefest moment it falls."
Orgeat awoke, her eyes opening with an urgency as if waking up from an inappropriate dream. White linen greeted her as she felt the warm evening glow of fire and the cool comfort of the blanket. As she sat up, her memories came rushing back of what transpired earlier: joy, delight, curiosity, amusement, regret. All these emotions from a few hours of dancing with a beautiful merman who charmed her with his voice, too effectively.
How she felt alive!
The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you my love are gone
Yet the sensations of recalling a dream from time that was so long ago yet felt fresh in her mind mixed with the sensations of the new, forming an amalgam of bittersweet feelings. Orgeat felt her hand on finger, feeling for that ring that once adorned it. She shook her head, not searching for the physical touch, but the memories it brought back to her. Sweet days, innocent days, simple days where the snow and the glacier waters observed her one and tragic love. A love that made her heart twinge yet she had never wanted it to go any different. Or rather, the end satisfied them both.
She opened once more, the moments of silence that she savored gone into staleness into her dry lips. Looking around, she realized this was a room that was quite well furnished. Not rich, but not barren either. Was this Romanos's room? She stood and noticed a piece of paper. The contents clearly addressing her work name:
"Miss Valliant, if you wake up and I am not around, please write the address of your estate and a landmark. I am looking for someone and it has to do with helping my friends. That scholar could be the person, I am looking for. -Moss"
"Men." She muttered as she rolled her eyes. Their sweet words and wonderful good looks always came with a price. As if the ring wasn't enough, he wanted information regarding a man. If she wanted, she could have been offended at this brazen and insulting offer. Tear this paper, burn this in flames, and let him search for it somewhere else.
My room feels wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
But of course she wouldn't. He made her feel alive. His bashful expression, his shyness. How adorable he was! Quite scrumptious, and it tempted her to see what he looked like blushing from head to toe. His hair glossy and his lips shiny, begging to be kissed lest he die of embarrassment. The imagined sight would be quite exciting!
Ahh~~ Someday perhaps.
But that someday will not come unless they met again. Though she didn't think he would see her tomorrow, his urgency did prove to her that he was driven to finishing a centuries old quest. If he can keep the search that long, then he will definitely see her. Besides, she sighed as she felt the raggedness of her hat with her fingers, the poverty of her family and estate becoming apparent to her mind once more. She could not spend her time just acting like a noble. She needed to be a noble! That included earning money.
Money, money, money.
In their isolation, it felt like they had so much of it. The moment the scholar told her the coins and bills no longer had value in the new world, her fears that their standing was now in danger of falling to disrepute came true. Sighing, she saw the quill next to the note and wrote and drew a number of images and text: Her address from the past; coordinates; landmarks of a large trees in the center of the road with stones around it; and the base of the mountains where the estate was located with images of snow houses and fruit trees growing on the slopes.
Finished. She took her items and figured she could tease him one last time. Going through her things, she took out her perfume and a tube of bright red lipstick. Applying it to her mouth, she placed a kiss mark on the note and perfumed it with her favored scent.
A parting gift, she thought to herself. Feeling the sense of urgency once more, she turned to the door ands made her way out.
"Where are you going Miss?" A familiar voice called out as she got out of the front door.
And you my love are gone
The Dockmaster. So that's where she was. As she turned around to give her thanks, she noticed he was not alone. A woman and two small children were with him. Their manner relaxed as if they just had a lovely family moment interrupted by her presence. My, my, not even his house. Romanos was a naughty, naughty boy who knows nothing of courtesy.
If a woman faints, you bring her to your home, not someone elses. Still, she could not fault him. He may not even have a house. Poor dear.
"I apologize for interrupting your time." She began as she curtsied to the Dockmaster and his wife. Her poise regal and graceful, like a woman in fairytales where royalties were the main characters. "And thank you for letting me slumber in your lovely home. However, I need to return to some business that I have put off. By your leave, forgive me for leaving, and may we meet again for me to repay your for your hospitality". Making a few farewells, she exited the home, finding herself once more in the familiar area of Sanctuary.
So glide away on soapy heels
And promise not to promise anymore
And if you come around again
Then I will take,
Then I will take the chain from off the door
The cold night wind welcomed her, and she made her way to the tavern. Her behavior shifted slightly as she walked with caution and her eyes alert. She was not in her estate, and the dangers everywhere multiplied. She could not afford to be careless. But as she walked, her mind drifted slightly to her thoughts and the sensations of the refreshing cool breeze.
I'll never say that I'll never love
But I don't say a lot of things
And you my love are gone
She soon reached the tavern, the bouncers noticing her but saying nothing as they let her in. She ignored the music, the dancing, and the merrymaking, her own fill sated. She saw the job quest and looked at it for the first time, her eyes parsing through the amounts and the difficulty of the requests. The pay wasn't great for the cheaper ones. But it was better than nothing. Plus, she had confidence she could handle them.
"Back to work". She thought to herself as she made her decision.
So glide away on soapy heels
And promise not to promise anymore
And if you come around again
Then I will take, the chain from off the door
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