Birth of a Dancer (Closed)
Dec 2, 2014 22:15:07 GMT -6
Post by Charlotte on Dec 2, 2014 22:15:07 GMT -6
Ah yes, the Galls. Charlotte was quite familiar with the name, considering she’d done a few deals regarding a Wales Gall. She assumed there was more family than him considering Wales always seemed to want to talk about his brother and how Wales deserved to have the lordship of the house over his weak-willed brother. Charlotte mostly ignored the man’s self-involved ramblings, though; her purpose had been to court the man in secret for other reasons, so Charlotte had seen no reason to pay Wales’ complaining any heed, especially since it had been during her time with the smugglers.
Still, Charlotte’s ears perked up at the name, though they quickly calmed as she noted that Charlotte wouldn’t have any reason to know who the servant girl was since she never met Wales at the manor, which had apparently burned down while she’d been away in Bern. A pity, too; she’d never been, but Charlotte didn’t mind passing the beautiful home when coming through Santaruz during one of her many travels. The Gall’s hadn’t been ones for grand parties or anything of that sort, seeming to keep to their close family and friends. At least, that had been Charlotte’s impression of them; her only real dealings with them was through Wales.
Charlotte raised her eyebrows and frowned in a show of compassion for the young woman in front of her, who looked absolutely ready to cry as she described what was essentially abandoning her master – well, master’s daughter in this case – to escape the fire in the manor. Elaina was really torn up about it, so much so that Charlotte couldn’t help but say something.
“You did what you needed to do to save yourself, love,” Charlotte stated plainly, face still twisted with pointed sympathy. “It’s sad that others surely perished in the flames, but at least you are alive and well, no?”
In retrospect, Charlotte’s words weren’t the most comforting. It wasn’t the blonde’s responsibility to make the injured girl feel better, but still, she was awfully pathetic-looking. Not to mention, it seemed her companion, Ajari, was having trouble finding her way back to the carts. It was likely the monk woman had become distracted, so it seemed Elaina was in Charlotte’s care for the moment.
“Give me a moment,” Charlotte requested of the girl, slinking off into the other open entertainers cart, which served to store the troupe’s supplies, personal belongings, and one other thing Charlotte was looking for: a salve one of the dancers had offered her for a small cut Charlotte gained on her left foot from stubbing her foot rather hard on one of the wagon wheels. She wasn’t sure what was in it, but the blonde knew it made the pain fade for a while. So she sifted through the bin she remembered it coming from before she found it.
Jumping out of the back of the second cart with the salve in tow, Charlotte walked back over to where Elaina had been standing, only to find the girl had vanished. "Hmm." Charlotte tried to spot the dirtied girl but could not; it seemed she had vanished back into the crowd, or at least vanished with some of the other dancers, as a handful had now left the stage. Oh well, Charlotte thought, palming the salve and walking towards the cart that contained her things. She needed to begin planning her trip to Laus, as another Lycian lord she had dealings with apparently had an interesting proposition for her.
[exit Charlotte]
Still, Charlotte’s ears perked up at the name, though they quickly calmed as she noted that Charlotte wouldn’t have any reason to know who the servant girl was since she never met Wales at the manor, which had apparently burned down while she’d been away in Bern. A pity, too; she’d never been, but Charlotte didn’t mind passing the beautiful home when coming through Santaruz during one of her many travels. The Gall’s hadn’t been ones for grand parties or anything of that sort, seeming to keep to their close family and friends. At least, that had been Charlotte’s impression of them; her only real dealings with them was through Wales.
Charlotte raised her eyebrows and frowned in a show of compassion for the young woman in front of her, who looked absolutely ready to cry as she described what was essentially abandoning her master – well, master’s daughter in this case – to escape the fire in the manor. Elaina was really torn up about it, so much so that Charlotte couldn’t help but say something.
“You did what you needed to do to save yourself, love,” Charlotte stated plainly, face still twisted with pointed sympathy. “It’s sad that others surely perished in the flames, but at least you are alive and well, no?”
In retrospect, Charlotte’s words weren’t the most comforting. It wasn’t the blonde’s responsibility to make the injured girl feel better, but still, she was awfully pathetic-looking. Not to mention, it seemed her companion, Ajari, was having trouble finding her way back to the carts. It was likely the monk woman had become distracted, so it seemed Elaina was in Charlotte’s care for the moment.
“Give me a moment,” Charlotte requested of the girl, slinking off into the other open entertainers cart, which served to store the troupe’s supplies, personal belongings, and one other thing Charlotte was looking for: a salve one of the dancers had offered her for a small cut Charlotte gained on her left foot from stubbing her foot rather hard on one of the wagon wheels. She wasn’t sure what was in it, but the blonde knew it made the pain fade for a while. So she sifted through the bin she remembered it coming from before she found it.
Jumping out of the back of the second cart with the salve in tow, Charlotte walked back over to where Elaina had been standing, only to find the girl had vanished. "Hmm." Charlotte tried to spot the dirtied girl but could not; it seemed she had vanished back into the crowd, or at least vanished with some of the other dancers, as a handful had now left the stage. Oh well, Charlotte thought, palming the salve and walking towards the cart that contained her things. She needed to begin planning her trip to Laus, as another Lycian lord she had dealings with apparently had an interesting proposition for her.
[exit Charlotte]