Taran's Apology
Summary: A simple coffee house becomes center stage for a very public apology, complete with a present. The gorgeous and valuable gift has Guinevere in tears and Celeste ready to trounce her.
--[ Surya's Coffeehouse ]-----------------------------------[ Amber City ]----
A low building of grey stone, the coffeehouse opens at dawn and closes after midnight, a steady stream of patrons coming through here to smoke, drink coffee, gossip, and conduct business. Coffee is served one way only: dark and sweet Alahmbra-style in small cups decorated with gold that are brought to the table on a silver tray by servers. Tea can also be ordered, served in a clear glass with two cubes of sugar on the side.
There are three archways that serve as the doors; they are open to the street most of the year. However, a large hearth at the back provides enough heat to keep the place comfortable during inclement weather.
--[ places ]--------------------------------------------[ Exits: Archway ]----
Dirk is sitting at a table with a notepad and some coloured pencils. He has coffee and is doodling in the notebook.
Guinevere steps into the coffee house on this bright, sunny afternoon. She moves further into the fairly empty location, one of the few who is not outside enjoying the warm rays.
Dirk is busy doodling and drawing away
It's a few minutes later before Taran walks in. The young knight moves with purpose, his bearing sharp and military, his expression blank. He walks toward Guinevere.
Guinevere is slowly making her way through the room, taking her time in choosing a seat. She nods to Dirk, as he is too far away for her to truly curtsey. Turning around to reconsider a window table, she stiffens at the sight of the new Knight walking toward her. Formal as ever, she offers a deepy curtsey, more than proper for one of his new station. "Good day, Sir Taran." Green eyes glitter, but there is no other sign of emotion.
Dirk hears a familiar voice and says "No stabbing please, Thank you." He watches Guinevere and Taran.
Celeste steps in and blinks as she notices Taran and Guin. She frowns and watches quietly.
Taran looks Guinevere in the eyes, ignoring all others around. His own eyes gaze is flat, unreadable. He studies her for a long moment, and then gets down on one knee, head bowed, as one might before Benedict. His tone is solemn, toneless, grave. "I, Sir Taran Solaris, heir of Benoic, heir of Ys, of the Order of the Graal, offer unto thee my apology for dishonoring the hostess in her hall, for causing disturbance under her roof, and for causing distress under my hostess' roof to herself and to her kin. In token of my regret at my dishonorable behavior, I offer the hostess this gift in reparation." Rising from his kneel, Taran withdraws a small, carved wooden box and sets it on a table near Guinevere's hand, so that she need not reach out to take it from his own. He then bows sharply, from the waist...turns on one spurred heel, and departs exactly the way he came.
Celeste's eyes narrow and she turns a look to Guinevere, "What did you do?"
Guinevere blinks. For long moments, that is all she does. Finally, a small smile begins to curve her lips and she looks at the door where Taran exited with approval and satisfaction. "Mmm... quite," she murmurs to herself in Lyon. When she hears Celeste's question, emerald eyes shift to the woman. Another curtsey is executed and she switches back to Thari. "It is a... private matter, m'lady." Appearing ready to burst into laughter, she simply lifts the box and starts toward the door with a wide grin and twinkling eyes.
Dirk looks at Guinevere shaking his head.
Celeste's lips peel from her lips and she steps in Guinevere's way, "I've had a /bad/ day, little girl. I'm not going to ask you again." Celeste's gaze suggests she would welcome an excuse to express a little frustration by breaking someone-or that is to say-she might not be entirely sane.
Guinevere lifts her brow. "Wha' happens in me place, behin' closed doors, is me business, nae?" Still, she knows of Celeste's temper. "He was there an'... said some things he shouldn't've said, is all." She shrugs, seeming nonplussed. "Everyone loses i' now an' again. Righ' good o' him ta make amends, though." Her gaze drops curiously to the box.
Dirk nods and shrugs as if the whole thing isn't his business.
Celeste growls at Guinevere, "You are high and mighty for someone who used to use her dress as a damned hanky. You better watch it-if I find you've gotten to big for your bloomers I /will/ cut you down to size and there's not a soul who can stop me. Taran is an honorable, bright, good natured sort. You are a vicious, mouthy, street-rat which wields manners like a club and hasn't an ounce of graciousness. I don't know what happened, I don't really care, but you'd better clean up your act or so help me I'll surgerically remove the source of the problem."
Dirk silently inhales and blinks. This was the reaction that he didn't want aimed at him. He continues the art of keeping quiet as to not draw any more attention to himself than he already has.
Guinevere presses her lips together to keep from laughing. Instead, she merely nods and offers a curtsey as best she can with her hands still firmly on the box. "Yes, m'lady." After a moment, she asks in all sincerity, "May I be 'xcused, m'lady?" For all of Celeste's words about Guin, the young blonde does not seem to be acting in any such manner.
Celeste steps aside, "Not, mind you, I claim to be a lady or have manners but you won't hear me professing that I do. Enjoy your evening."
Guinevere starts walking, pauses briefly, then looks to Celeste again. "When did I ever say I was..." Reading the other woman's mood, she shakes her head. "Nevermind, m'lady. Have a good one." Calling out to Dirk, she adds a brief, "Ye too." As she turns to leave, she sneaks a peek inside the box. In the doorway, she suddenly freezes and lets out a loud gasp. Eyes tearing up, she looks up and down the street for any sign of Taran.
Dirk gets up and gathers his stuff. He heads out after Guinevere quietly. He gives Celeste a little bow.
Celeste points, "Keep walking, if there's a discussion it'd better happen another night. I don't trust myself this evening."
Dirk smiles "Guinevere what did Taran give you?"
Guinevere says nothing as she moves out into the street, not having yet closed the box. Within is a fine necklace, a pendant on a silver chain. The pendant is carved aqua aura, a translucent blue quartz with gold inside, in the shape of a triskelion. A moonstone has been set in its center. Eyes blurry with happy tears, she only looks blankly at Dirk.
Dirk smiles and looks rather wistful. "Its beautiful, just as beautiful as you." He sounds quite sincere. "He must really appreciate you."
"I dun have beau'y, m'lord," Guin replies automatically, almost absently. She carefully closes the box and shakes her head, trying to bring herself back to the moment. After wiping her eyes on her sleeves, the young blonde smirks. "Nah, he dun have feelins fer me. He's jes... real proper. I... uh... I shoul' go find 'im."
Dirk walks up and says "Guinevere. He isn't a royal. That took time and effort for him to get. If he wanted to say sorry he could have done it with a dozen flowers."
"He's Advisor ta the King," Guinevere points out. Still, she sounds less certain now and that smile begins to wane. "He's too smart ta... nah, he dun think o' me like that." She sounds more hopeful that this is true than contaning any actual conviction in the notion.
Izett walks along the street, pausing to look upon the different shops. Her Green eyed gaze slowly passing over each building in turn as though considering her many options or merely sight seeing.
Dirk smiles "Don't talk yourself out of a perfectly wonderful romance. You deserve it. Want to hear my big news?"
Guinevere wrinkles her nose. "I'm nae interested in 'im. Me heart belongs ta 'nother," she admits very quietly, but with all sincerity. Smiling, she asks, "What's yer big news? Gettin' hitched?"
Dirk laughs "I am joining the army, I signed up with the Defenders."
Izett tilts her head glancing to the two chatting. Offering a polite smile her gaze drifts back toward the shops taking into consideration the other shops to see before looking around the street considering which way to wonder off to next.
Guinevere lifts her brow, then laughs. The sound is loud and raucous, easily reaching those passing by the area. "Well, good on ye, then!" Noticing Izett in her peripheral vision, she nods. "Good day, miss."
Dirk laughs "Why did you think I was getting married. I can't keep a relationship with anyone that doesn't want to stab me." He looks to Izett and nods "Ma'am?"
Izett glances over to the two once more, "Good day to you both.." she offers with a soft lilte to her voice. Adjusting the cloth bag on her shoulder. "I did not mean to be impolite and eaves drop, however, congratulations on your endeavor." she mentions to Dirk.
Dirk gives Izett a polite glance and then glances again. Something about her has caught his eye and since he is far from oogling it might be a mystery what has entranced him.
Guinevere shrugs at Dirk. "Ye seemed happy, is all." To Izett, she says, "Sorry, but I've gotta do somethin'." A glance is sent to the small wooden box in her hands, then Dirk. "Good ta see ye. Try nae ta get stabbed." She starts off, her heavy New Lyonesse accent leaving with her.
Dirk smiles "Good day Guinevere I am saving all my stabbings for you. Please dont waste them on anyone else?" He lightly teases.
Izett nods her head politely to Guinevere, "Of course.." she responds politely. Her voice remaining with that soft lilt, lifting her hand for a gentle wave to say farewell to the stranger.
--[ Surya's Coffeehouse ]-----------------------------------[ Amber City ]----
A low building of grey stone, the coffeehouse opens at dawn and closes after midnight, a steady stream of patrons coming through here to smoke, drink coffee, gossip, and conduct business. Coffee is served one way only: dark and sweet Alahmbra-style in small cups decorated with gold that are brought to the table on a silver tray by servers. Tea can also be ordered, served in a clear glass with two cubes of sugar on the side.
There are three archways that serve as the doors; they are open to the street most of the year. However, a large hearth at the back provides enough heat to keep the place comfortable during inclement weather.
--[ places ]--------------------------------------------[ Exits: Archway ]----
Dirk is sitting at a table with a notepad and some coloured pencils. He has coffee and is doodling in the notebook.
Guinevere steps into the coffee house on this bright, sunny afternoon. She moves further into the fairly empty location, one of the few who is not outside enjoying the warm rays.
Dirk is busy doodling and drawing away
It's a few minutes later before Taran walks in. The young knight moves with purpose, his bearing sharp and military, his expression blank. He walks toward Guinevere.
Guinevere is slowly making her way through the room, taking her time in choosing a seat. She nods to Dirk, as he is too far away for her to truly curtsey. Turning around to reconsider a window table, she stiffens at the sight of the new Knight walking toward her. Formal as ever, she offers a deepy curtsey, more than proper for one of his new station. "Good day, Sir Taran." Green eyes glitter, but there is no other sign of emotion.
Dirk hears a familiar voice and says "No stabbing please, Thank you." He watches Guinevere and Taran.
Celeste steps in and blinks as she notices Taran and Guin. She frowns and watches quietly.
Taran looks Guinevere in the eyes, ignoring all others around. His own eyes gaze is flat, unreadable. He studies her for a long moment, and then gets down on one knee, head bowed, as one might before Benedict. His tone is solemn, toneless, grave. "I, Sir Taran Solaris, heir of Benoic, heir of Ys, of the Order of the Graal, offer unto thee my apology for dishonoring the hostess in her hall, for causing disturbance under her roof, and for causing distress under my hostess' roof to herself and to her kin. In token of my regret at my dishonorable behavior, I offer the hostess this gift in reparation." Rising from his kneel, Taran withdraws a small, carved wooden box and sets it on a table near Guinevere's hand, so that she need not reach out to take it from his own. He then bows sharply, from the waist...turns on one spurred heel, and departs exactly the way he came.
Celeste's eyes narrow and she turns a look to Guinevere, "What did you do?"
Guinevere blinks. For long moments, that is all she does. Finally, a small smile begins to curve her lips and she looks at the door where Taran exited with approval and satisfaction. "Mmm... quite," she murmurs to herself in Lyon. When she hears Celeste's question, emerald eyes shift to the woman. Another curtsey is executed and she switches back to Thari. "It is a... private matter, m'lady." Appearing ready to burst into laughter, she simply lifts the box and starts toward the door with a wide grin and twinkling eyes.
Dirk looks at Guinevere shaking his head.
Celeste's lips peel from her lips and she steps in Guinevere's way, "I've had a /bad/ day, little girl. I'm not going to ask you again." Celeste's gaze suggests she would welcome an excuse to express a little frustration by breaking someone-or that is to say-she might not be entirely sane.
Guinevere lifts her brow. "Wha' happens in me place, behin' closed doors, is me business, nae?" Still, she knows of Celeste's temper. "He was there an'... said some things he shouldn't've said, is all." She shrugs, seeming nonplussed. "Everyone loses i' now an' again. Righ' good o' him ta make amends, though." Her gaze drops curiously to the box.
Dirk nods and shrugs as if the whole thing isn't his business.
Celeste growls at Guinevere, "You are high and mighty for someone who used to use her dress as a damned hanky. You better watch it-if I find you've gotten to big for your bloomers I /will/ cut you down to size and there's not a soul who can stop me. Taran is an honorable, bright, good natured sort. You are a vicious, mouthy, street-rat which wields manners like a club and hasn't an ounce of graciousness. I don't know what happened, I don't really care, but you'd better clean up your act or so help me I'll surgerically remove the source of the problem."
Dirk silently inhales and blinks. This was the reaction that he didn't want aimed at him. He continues the art of keeping quiet as to not draw any more attention to himself than he already has.
Guinevere presses her lips together to keep from laughing. Instead, she merely nods and offers a curtsey as best she can with her hands still firmly on the box. "Yes, m'lady." After a moment, she asks in all sincerity, "May I be 'xcused, m'lady?" For all of Celeste's words about Guin, the young blonde does not seem to be acting in any such manner.
Celeste steps aside, "Not, mind you, I claim to be a lady or have manners but you won't hear me professing that I do. Enjoy your evening."
Guinevere starts walking, pauses briefly, then looks to Celeste again. "When did I ever say I was..." Reading the other woman's mood, she shakes her head. "Nevermind, m'lady. Have a good one." Calling out to Dirk, she adds a brief, "Ye too." As she turns to leave, she sneaks a peek inside the box. In the doorway, she suddenly freezes and lets out a loud gasp. Eyes tearing up, she looks up and down the street for any sign of Taran.
Dirk gets up and gathers his stuff. He heads out after Guinevere quietly. He gives Celeste a little bow.
Celeste points, "Keep walking, if there's a discussion it'd better happen another night. I don't trust myself this evening."
Dirk smiles "Guinevere what did Taran give you?"
Guinevere says nothing as she moves out into the street, not having yet closed the box. Within is a fine necklace, a pendant on a silver chain. The pendant is carved aqua aura, a translucent blue quartz with gold inside, in the shape of a triskelion. A moonstone has been set in its center. Eyes blurry with happy tears, she only looks blankly at Dirk.
Dirk smiles and looks rather wistful. "Its beautiful, just as beautiful as you." He sounds quite sincere. "He must really appreciate you."
"I dun have beau'y, m'lord," Guin replies automatically, almost absently. She carefully closes the box and shakes her head, trying to bring herself back to the moment. After wiping her eyes on her sleeves, the young blonde smirks. "Nah, he dun have feelins fer me. He's jes... real proper. I... uh... I shoul' go find 'im."
Dirk walks up and says "Guinevere. He isn't a royal. That took time and effort for him to get. If he wanted to say sorry he could have done it with a dozen flowers."
"He's Advisor ta the King," Guinevere points out. Still, she sounds less certain now and that smile begins to wane. "He's too smart ta... nah, he dun think o' me like that." She sounds more hopeful that this is true than contaning any actual conviction in the notion.
Izett walks along the street, pausing to look upon the different shops. Her Green eyed gaze slowly passing over each building in turn as though considering her many options or merely sight seeing.
Dirk smiles "Don't talk yourself out of a perfectly wonderful romance. You deserve it. Want to hear my big news?"
Guinevere wrinkles her nose. "I'm nae interested in 'im. Me heart belongs ta 'nother," she admits very quietly, but with all sincerity. Smiling, she asks, "What's yer big news? Gettin' hitched?"
Dirk laughs "I am joining the army, I signed up with the Defenders."
Izett tilts her head glancing to the two chatting. Offering a polite smile her gaze drifts back toward the shops taking into consideration the other shops to see before looking around the street considering which way to wonder off to next.
Guinevere lifts her brow, then laughs. The sound is loud and raucous, easily reaching those passing by the area. "Well, good on ye, then!" Noticing Izett in her peripheral vision, she nods. "Good day, miss."
Dirk laughs "Why did you think I was getting married. I can't keep a relationship with anyone that doesn't want to stab me." He looks to Izett and nods "Ma'am?"
Izett glances over to the two once more, "Good day to you both.." she offers with a soft lilte to her voice. Adjusting the cloth bag on her shoulder. "I did not mean to be impolite and eaves drop, however, congratulations on your endeavor." she mentions to Dirk.
Dirk gives Izett a polite glance and then glances again. Something about her has caught his eye and since he is far from oogling it might be a mystery what has entranced him.
Guinevere shrugs at Dirk. "Ye seemed happy, is all." To Izett, she says, "Sorry, but I've gotta do somethin'." A glance is sent to the small wooden box in her hands, then Dirk. "Good ta see ye. Try nae ta get stabbed." She starts off, her heavy New Lyonesse accent leaving with her.
Dirk smiles "Good day Guinevere I am saving all my stabbings for you. Please dont waste them on anyone else?" He lightly teases.
Izett nods her head politely to Guinevere, "Of course.." she responds politely. Her voice remaining with that soft lilt, lifting her hand for a gentle wave to say farewell to the stranger.