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| A Meeting of a Romantic Nature; Attn: Mirazhe | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 31 2009, 12:22 PM (47 Views) | |
| Remeian Maran | Oct 31 2009, 12:22 PM Post #1 |
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Remeian's eyebrows creased as he thought. Then he finally bent over the piece of high-quality paper and started writing in his meticulous yet delicate hand. Dear Mirazhe I have been thinking about our conversation constantly. During my time as an Asha'man I have not dreamed of love. But perhaps I should have. I do not know what will come of us. I cannot promise you that we will fall madly in love and spend the rest of our lives together. But I do know better than to turn back a chance at love. So, if you do wish to try and see if we could be beyond friends, I hope you will join me for dinner tomorrow evening in the Full Moon. Remeian Remeian read the note and waited for the ink to dry. Then he folded it, poured some wax from a white candle on the seal and pushed his signet ring against it. He waited for the wax to cool and finally called for the Soldier he had summoned waiting outside his door. He told the Soldier to deliver it to Mirazhe Sedai of the Brown Ajah. Then he sat down, leaned back and smiled. ----- Remeian opened the door and stepped in the Full Moon. It was one of the most reputable inns of Tar Valon and one that had managed to survive the war with little damages. The prices were high, but the food was excellent and the innkeeper was used to Asha'man and Aes Sedai customers. The tables in the dining area were discreetly separated with delicate screens showing views of mountains and birds. If they did not speak too loudly, they would have at least some measure of privacy. Remeian was dressed in his best. Not the uniform this time, but a cream-coloured shirt with wide embroidered sleeves which were just visible in the sleeves of his fine dark blue coat of brocated silk, embroidered with golden scrollwork. His fitting trousers were of the same dark blue hue than the coat, his black boots clean and gleaming. The sword and dragon pin were fastened to his collar, of course. He wore his signet ring, his only piece of jewellery. Remeian nodded to the innkeeper. "I am expecting company," he said as the innkeeper started to direct him to his table. "I'll have a glass of wine as I wait," he continued and sat down in the common area near the door so he would see when or if she arrived. |
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| Mirazhe Tomai | Oct 31 2009, 07:31 PM Post #2 |
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The knock at her door was unexpected. Her heart skipped a beat, and then gave a flutter as she ruthlessly quashed it down. No. Don't be foolish. He's not here to see you. Why would it be Remeian? He'd practically run out of the room the last time they'd talked, and she hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since then. A slightly bitter smile came to her lips as she rose and walked to the door. Mirazhe hadn't thought that she'd been that forward, but obviously, she'd been quite wrong about that. It was clear she never would become proficient in the handling of men. Better then for her to go back amongst the dust and shelves and ancient tomes. It was where she, as a Brown Sister, belonged. She pulled the door open, smile changing to frown as she saw the tall youth at her door. He handed her a letter, claiming he'd been instructed to deliver it to her, before vanishing down the corridor, mission complete. Closing the door with the click, she leaned against it, and broke the seal, eyes curious as to what the contents might be. She read it once...and then again....and then a third time, just for good measure, as the words sank into her. A dinner...a discussion. Her head reeled. She hadn't been too forward then. A pang of relief hit her, but quickly to be replaced by an irrational surge of panic. What was she going to do? Obviously accept but...what was he going to say? What would she say? But...perhaps more importantly...what was she going wear?? ------------------------ Lingering in the entryway of inn, dressed in a dark blue dress with lighter embroidery at the sleeves and hem, Mirazhe wondered for what had to be at least the tenth time if she'd made the right choice in coming. She was a few minutes late, actually, having lost track of the time as she fretted and fussed over appearance, words, and a whole host of other things. Her hair was up in its usual bun - she was no competent hairdresser, able to conjure up a dazzling coif with a few flicks of her wrists - but a few strands had fallen to frame her face, a face slightly creased with anxiety. Before she had a chance to take in all the occupants of the common room - he said he would be there, yes? - the innkeeper strode up to her with a smile on face. "Do you need a table?" She shook her head, a small embarrassed smile on her face. "No, thank you. I'm...meeting someone here, actually." The owner nodded, and waved to the left. "In that case, I believe he's right over there." She looked to her left, and her heart shrank just a little bit. Yes, he was right over there, and dressed extraordinarily well, blue silk vest and gleaming black boots. He was cool and collected, and appeared so much more at home here than she did. Drawing in a deep breath, Mirazhe called on her reserve of Aes Sedai serenity and plastered a pleasant smile on her face as she approached him. Light, she hoped it wouldn't fail her this time. "Good evening. Thank you...for inviting me here." |
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| Remeian Maran | Nov 3 2009, 09:49 AM Post #3 |
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Remeian fidgeted with the cup of wine, brushing the edges, sipping, tapping his finger against it. He felt... quite calm actually, considering the circumstances. He wondered how long that would last. Their last meeting had been quite the opposite of calm on both sides. At least this time he knew exactly where he stood. This time he had had time to consider his feelings. Remeian kept glancing at the doorway, but he was just sipping his wine as he finally heard her voice, talking to the innkeeper. Remeian turned as she walked to him. And she was beautiful. Now that he had allowed himself to think such things, she really was beautiful. Her silky black hair was in a neat bun and her dark blue dress complemented her fair skin perfectly. "Good evening. Thank you...for inviting me here." Remeian returned her smile as he rose to greet her. He noticed that this time Mirazhe did not curtsy, and was glad of it. "Good evening," he replied. "Thank you for coming," he said with a very wide smile. They both knew what it meant. She was ready to see if they would... come to love each other. The innkeeper sidled to them. "Do you wish to be escorted to your table?" Remeian nodded, and the man led them to the dining room. They were given a table for two near the entrance with translucent screans on either side. They would not be seen from the doorway. The man fussed about, lit some candles and handed them menus as they sat down. "I'll return shortly for your orders," he said and left them with a bow. Remeian glanced at the menu, wondering what to say. "How have you been since our... last meeting?" he finally asked to get the conversation started. (OOC: Sorry it's so short, but there wasn't much to say yet. >.<) |
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| Mirazhe Tomai | Nov 17 2009, 03:08 AM Post #4 |
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He looked pleased to see her, which she took to be a good sign. Still, it did nothing to slow the pounding of her heart, which had started beating a touch quicker upon sight of him. Part of it was nerves - she still had no idea of what the outcome of this meeting might be - but part of it was just simple pleasure at seeing him again, the way a woman might feel upon seeing a man, rather than just a friend spotting another friend. "Good evening. Thank you for coming." Reserved words for a reserved meeting, at least at the outset. The subject for which they both had congregated together was anything but reserved, but endless years of training on both their parts forced them to conform to a mold of aloof individual, one who refrained from showing anything more than a well-practiced smile or a mysterious tilt of the head. Perhaps they would be different; perhaps not. The innkeeper sidled up to them then. Mirazhe was glad for this interruption, for it meant that she wouldn't have to rack her brains trying to come up with something intelligent to say. Instead, she merely smiled and followed the two men before her, seating herself with a bit more grace than usual upon their arrival. The table chosen by the innkeeper certainly allowed for a great deal of privacy, a good thing, but a fact that also added to her already sizeable nerves. Across from her, Remeian sat, his fingers playing with the menu given by the innkeeper. What to say? What to do? She didn't really know. Thankfully for her, he spoke first. "How have you been since our... last meeting?" She looked down briefly at the pristine white tablecloth before her dark eyes flickered back up to meet his. Her first reaction was to say that she'd been fine, just wonderful, but it wasn't the complete truth - far from it, actually - and starting off the evening with a lie would do their cause no good. Even she, who had never been in any sort of relationship before, knew enough to know that a relationship, whether it involved love or merely friendship, couldn't be started on lies if it wished to last. So instead, she shrugged faintly, letting a small, almost embarrassed smile onto her face. "Nervous," she admitted. "I wasn't sure what to think when you left. I assumed that I had said too much, and when I heard no word from you after several days, I....assumed further." Here, she sobered and, against her better instincts, decided to give him the complete, unadorned truth. "I've never been in a relationship, Remeian. I don't know what to expect. Part of me is scared in case it doesn't...turn out well. I shouldn't be...but I am." She held his gaze, even though her instincts were screaming at her to run and hide behind a curtain, but she needed to learn how to be bold and brave, and there was no better time than now. |
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