lilliofthenight (lilliofthenight) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-08-22 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & before 9:45, @ lillie tharelle, @ ordhan wyland |
Backscene: The Wilted Flower, the Broken Warrior and the Tarnished Pearl
Who Lillian Tharelle, Ordhan Wyland
When 9:26, Ferventis
Where The Pearl, Denerim
Summary On Ordhan’s second ever visit to the Pearl he meets a young woman who has a gift for listening. Is this the beginning of a beautiful… something?
Rating M for Mature, but nothing graphic
Complete
The Pearl was as it always was in the evenings; full of the soft murmur of voices and the scent of ladies’ perfume. There were women and a few men, lounging on the low couches against the wall or sidled up to the bar. A few customers had drifted in, a few rooms were occupied and a small group of off-duty guardsmen were clustered around a table in the back, on their way to getting drunk. Cirah was already with them, her curvy body enveloped in rose colored satin as she leaned in close, her hand sliding along the shoulder of one of the men. She would more than earn her way tonight.
Lillie wound her way through the tables, the grey material of her skirts flowing around her legs with every step. Her hair brushed her shoulders, dark curls that were often as much trouble as they were a pleasure to have. Today they shone like silk, and she’d had to spend little time fussing with them to get them to fall as she liked. She wore no jewelry to adorn herself, but carefully applied makeup; a darkening of her lashes to highlight her eyes and a dab of pale pink against her lips. She was younger than many of the others and still had a bright, youthfulness to her look. It was something that had both the ability to draw others to her, and drive them away as well. Many came here looking for a woman of years and experience. Lillie was young, but a year at the Pearl had taught her much.
Drifting passed the bar she sent a smile to the tender, who offered her a nod in return. He was also in charge of keeping an eye on the girls and the patrons, making sure no one got out of hand. He was a big, broad shouldered man with dark skin borne from his Chasind ancestors. He was intimidating to look at, but kind hearted and Lillie felt safer knowing he was there. The night was slow, and Lillie wasn’t in the mood for entertaining drunks when there was a good chance they would pass out in their ale before spending any money on company. She longed for someone different to come through that door today, someone who she could offer more than just sex, not that she was opposed to that in any respect. It was common for men to come in just as often looking for someone to talk with, a shoulder, an ear, understanding. In a way she felt she was providing just as much comfort to simply listen.
Her eyes swept the room again slowly, before her lashes moved to veil them, the blue flickering away from sight. She slid onto one of the bar stools, well within view of the doorway and ordered a glass of water. The girls paid for their own drinks aside from water and she was looking to keep her head at the moment. Fingering the clear, squat glass she looked up as a shadow fell across her.
A smile pulled quickly across her lips as Tamrith grinned down at her. “You look incredibly bored. Don’t let the boss catch you like that.”
“I’m not bored, I’m just waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“I don’t know. Someone I can help.” She smiled wryly. It sounded ridiculous. She was nothing but a whore, and she knew it. And she was happy with her life. Happier than she’d been living in a squalid shack in the alienage with a grandfather who resented her very existence.
Tamrith turned when Cirah called her name, beckoning her over and Lillie waved her friend away. “Go make some money. I’ll make the rounds once I’ve finished my drink. No worrying about me.”
When the other woman had gone she smiled thoughtfully and took a sip of the water. Maybe what she was waiting for would find her.