| The Brewer/Wine maker - MOVED; A personal vintage is born | |
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| Valia | Aug 30 2014, 10:58 PM Post #1 |
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Deaths Lady
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(08/30/14 15:23:47 ) [.Deaths Lady.] V A L I A |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-Streets-] Along one of the many busy Streets where the shops never seem to close and crowds never fade. says to ALL: Shades of blue and white sliced in an astral pattern, a single mote of black at its center, like a pin-prick of darkness bleeding through. Light played among those colors in unfathomable ways, a dazzling radiance that was blinding and ever changing. This kaliedescope of color fanned around the circle of black in a breathtaking display. The light faded, eaten up by that black core as it diallated. Eyes. Eyes of fierce blue and feral in nature suddenly focused on me. And so began my morning, shocked awake by vague memories from a nightmare. The sun had barely risen and so it would seem that sleep had not been my friend for yet another night. I had risen early, trying to shake the insidiousness of those dreams from my mind. The task of doing so was a difficult one, burning the candle at both ends now for so, had finally begun to catch up to me. I'd spent those first hours of my day in the bath house. Firstly, sweating the wine out of my system. And when I could take no more of the humidity, I had resigned myself to soak in a private tub. Those actions did much to restore an almost healthy glow to otherwise porcelain skin. And to rid me of that sweet aroma that was both intoxicating and nauseating all at once. My relationship with the wine had become a dangerous one. While I loved it by the night and I was convinced it loved me in return, I hated it by the morning. But there was no resisting its empty promises. As I had spent most of the morning stowing away the empty amphorae, I was already thinking it was time to see the brewer once more. I had suggestions for the next batch. A delicate, refined palate could appreciate the skill he put into his craft and no one more than I wanted to see him flourish. Since trade with Cos had been swiftly ended what seemed ions ago, my favored wine was now lost to memory alone. But perhaps that could be rectified by this single Sulportian. Sandaled feet sounded a path over the gritty, paver stones that lined the city streets. The dark forest of ebon-hair had been drawn up and back, wrapped into an elegant twist that accentuated the delicate bone structure of an oval face. Tendrils of black framed aristocratic features, the lazy waves taunted randomly at the curve of my cheek. I wore light layers in shades of gold and a sash of leather wrapped loosely the taper of my waist. From that sash hung a ring of keys and a small coin purse bounded gently against my hip with momentum of my stride. The pendant necklace was worn too, hidden beneath the layers of robing unseen. That odd design had burned with wonder in my mind. I felt better than I had in a long time and it showed in the glistening prism of eyes the soft color of sea glass. Being of slender frame and light on my feet allowed me to travel through the market quickly and unimpeded by the flow of the crowd, avoiding collision with those completing the reconstruction of the city. (08/30/14 15:52:38 ) [.Deaths Lady.] V A L I A |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-Market-] Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer. says to ALL: I meandered by various stalls, giving the wares on display a cursory glance at best. Browsing, it could be called but in truth I paid little attention to most things. So set was my mind on the brewer. I had first gone to him with my request for wine on chance. The man was genius already, fermenting the most popular mead in all of Sulport. Which was why I had chosen to ask him first. He already knew the process. All he needed was a reason to expand his customer base. And I had so kindly provided that. Fronting the cost of the ingredients and given him a base idea on which to began, he'd started a personal vintage at my request and though we'd yet to perfect it, it was well underway. When I neared his boothe, his laughter sounded from within as he saw me approaching. A dazzeling smile flashed briefly upon my lips though I could have easily been offended by his laughter. His words were mixed with the merriment of his laugh as he spoke out...."Lady Valia, come to procure more wine already?".... The almond shape of my eyes narrowed at him in mock anger. And I responded in kind to him in an unreadable tone that implied he was insulting me. "No. I've come to improve your business. I can always spend my coin else where, if you wish it." The usual dulcet tones of my voice were lacking any jovial quality. And those pretty features were schooled to an unreadable expression that perplexed him. I paused outside of his boothe, observing that strict posture and poise that was customary of a free woman of high standing and allowed him to consider my threat. Of course it was just that....a threat only. I had begun to believe that only he had the skill to accomplish what I wanted. But I'd let him sweat it out. ..."Apologies Valia...Lady Valia, I meant nothing, I was just...it was a joke, that is all. Your coin is better spent here than anywhere else."....I knew that to be true and still. My gaze swept over him as though I were weighing the measure of his words. And finally I let a smile skew the lines of my lips... "I know. But I've been thinking on the next batch...altering the ingredients a bit." I stepped towards him, my hands coming to rest upon the counter that ran along the window his boothe. My voice dropped low so that only he would hear my ideas. "Less spice, its supposed to be delicate for a woman...not like a paga for a man. But more honey, increase the potency while keeping it drinkable. A refined delicacy for a woman and yet something even a man could tolerate if left undiluted, yes?" I watched as he mulled it over. His fingers grazed the whiskered line of his jaw as he thought. The soft gray of his eyes seemed to grow distant with heavy consideration before a vagrant of a smile defiled the line of his lips. It was an infectious thing and I could not help but return a smile just a devious. The seed had been planted and would bare fruit. I knew this. We exchanged a last nod of agreement, the terms already arranged left nothing but the time it would take the fruit and honey to ferment. Business handled, I slipped away to allow him to handle his other customers. [To be continued with the next business meeting] |
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