Ciara & Court | Upstairs, overlooking the play
It had been a little difficult to get upstairs seats where they could see the performance, but Court was good at elbowing himself through a crowd. He sat with Ciara at a small table, a fine bottle of wine, a pair of glasses, and some simple finger food between them. The play was enjoyable enough, its archetypes quite easily understandable even if the Clovennian soldier didn't quite fully understand the way castes worked yet. The language was a little difficult to understand at times, especially when it leaned on idiom, but the young bedmate's at times quite saucy translations brought a grin to his face every time.
Eventually, as the play took what Court saw as a bit of a lull, he leaned over to Ciara, close enough that anyone prying on their conversation would have to be obvious about it. "I have a few things I'd like to run by you in order to get your thoughts. I'm not going to be offended if you say something I disagree with. I want to learn and see if my ideas have holes in them, and the only way to do that is to have someone else hear them and give me feedback." His tone still showed some of the obvious affection he held for the younger woman, but at the moment it was clear that their conversation was professional; a paying client soliciting advice.