Who

Karysha, Jaune, Evgeny

What

Jaune and Karysha know how things are done, Evgeny, sadly, does not.

When

It is afternoon of the twenty-second day of the tenth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Tea Room, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 23 Aug 2018 04:00

 

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"Some people…have absolutely no class."



The Tea Room

This shop is easy to miss from the street. It bears the same striped awning that most shops have, this one in shades of lilac and sand, but it has no sign save for a plaque of sandstone hung beside the door, on which a teacup has been carved. When open, the heavy curtain that covers the doorway is pulled aside to allow entry. After stepping through, one will find themselves in a tiny space decorated with classic desert touches.

The walls are whitewashed to increase the sense of light within but the floor is tiled in hues of blue and green, with each tile bearing in its center a brilliant red lotus. There are only five small tables, all of them of dark, heavily carved wood set low to the ground. To sit at one requires reclining on the plethora of pillows and cushions and layered rugs provided for that purpose; each seat is provided with a carved wooden back-prop to rest the pillows against, for those who want spinal support. Tea is served from the service at the rear of the room, where a tiny smokeless hearth keeps water heated, and a row of trays are kept loaded with teapots, tiny cups, and containers for sweetener. There is a small selection of fruits, breads and cheeses also available for those looking for a snack but this is not a place for heavy meals.


Another beautiful, and bearable, fall day in the Bazaar sees much trade being done. After a shopping spree with her matronly chaperone, an elderly aunt with no children of her own, Karysha begged off more mundane errands to rest her tired feet at the Tea Room. Since it is run by one of the many offshoots of her family, the old woman trusted the Steen teen to await her return in relative safety. Taking up a whole table to herself and the many pretty colored parcels she is perusing, her scarlet dress is modest in cut but tight enough to show her assets, the long skirts flared carefully over nearby pillows as she tosses her carefully toussled golden locks over one shoulder.

Jaune had taken another jaunt through the central bazaar, which is strange for the young man. He doesn't like the place, but he keeps wanting certain things to find out the best place to get them is in there. So through the sidestreets and alleyways until he finds the shop…and is lost. Completely lost until he remembers landmarks of the bowl proper to start leading himself out. The Tea Room presents itself so he ducks in to see. Its hot. Its cooler in here. He is a decent enough looking fellow, vintner knot about a shoulder and firelizards for epaulets. A brown and a gold on either shoulder. The man doesn't know what to do now, so just stands near the entrance awkwardly.

Evgeny is his usual self, walking about in the spyling uniform of black, though it's recognized by others as just a kid's uniform, as the younglings of the caravan wear something quite similar. Black trousers that take the shape of desert fashion, billowing around the legs and tight around the ankles, a black tunic and his many pocketed, overly patched trench coat of a leather jacket. He's got a small crate of teas to deliver to the Tea Room, something the spylings rotate doing. They get good chances to sharpen their eavesdropping skills there. The young Zingari man swaggers through the bazaar, one arm keeping the tea crate safe while the other lifts a redfruit to his lips every now and then, followed by the satisfying crunch of a well ripened fruit. When he arrives at his destination, there seems to be a road block at the door in the form of Jaune. "Ey there fella! Going in or out?"

Even though she's up to her elbows in new clothes, Karysha isn't completely unaware of her surroundings, and with a sureptitious sideways sweep of her gaze, she quietly assesses the lost-looking vintner in the doorway then the Zingari boy coming in behind. While they are left trying to figure out who's coming and who's going, she'll reach for her gauzy scarf to cover her hair at least, knowing it wouldn't do for her chaperone to come back and see her uncovered in the presence of a couple of young men. Hastily, she puts her parcels back into her shopping basket and stuffs it under the table before she subtly adjusts here and there, pushing things up or down as needed. She'll pose herself to mostly have her back to the door, a look of haughty disinterst on her features as she delicately stirs her tea.

Oh! Jaune is now traffic, as evidence by Evgeny bustling in behind him. So he steps forward once more, again, then again until he is aside and out of the way. He'll stay on his course until he'll find a small table to sit at. Quite near to a certain now covered woman, who gets a brief glance. Then another longer look. Why are people covered up in here? Theres no blowing sand or anything. "Are you cold?" Jaune asks quietly of Karysha.

Evgeny moves to the counter after thanking Jaune for moving and looks around for the proprietor. Not seeing the person in question, he leans his long self over the counter to tuck the crate underneath the counter and out of sight of the general populace. He leaves a neatly scripted note for the owner of the Tea room and looks up, eyes taking a survey of the room as he finishes his redfruit, jaws moving as the crispy fruit crunches in his cheeks. Jaune's question earns a chuckle. Nope. Not cold here. But he might have several pockets of treasure by the time he gets back to the caravan grounds.

Karysha turns to look at Jaune with a quizical crease forming between her brows, "Am I…? You're not from around here are you?" she inquires with the curl of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, kohl lending her eyes a smokey quality as she demurely takes a sip from her tea. "Decent women keep their heads covered in public," she informs the vintner as she carefully replaces the cup onto its matching saucer, back straight as a board, and blue eyes modestly lowered with a flutter of long lashes. Though her gaze does flick briefly over Evgeny as he moves towards the counter, the way he crunches at that redfruit has her briefly staring at his mouth, dropping her gaze quickly when she realizes she's doing it.

"I was born at Fort Hold, and apprenticed at Benden Hold. I have been here…for maybe 5 seven-days? Igen, and weyr life is /very/ different from what I am used to." Jaune blinks as someone comes to talk to him. To get his order, and he just asks for whatever the lady is having. Redfruit is delicious though, and a small smile is tossed oh so slyly towards Karysha, then a redfruit is pulled from his small leather satchel. "I just finished mashing a bushel of these. I kept a few….would you like this one?"

Evgeny knows very well what Karysha had been staring at, and it wasn't his fruit. That's ok though, he keeps it cool, sending the woman a knowing but slightly secretive smile. "Are you so sure about that madame?" He asks of what proper ladies do, as he's never seen anyone but Igenite women do this hair covering thing. He's personally glad that Zingari women seem to scoff at the notion. "And why? You're all so pretty without those ugly things on your heads." Yeah, Evgeny can be a charmer when he wants to be, but something just itches within him, itches to pick at this woman and see if he can get under her skin…or more.

Tilting her head politely in Jaune's direction, Karysha looks to be listening, one carefully shaped eyebrow lifting in interest as he reveals that he is actually new, "Then on behalf of the Steen family, welcome. You may know my cousin Ramita, she's also a vintner." At his offer of a redfruit, she demurely declines with a shake of her head, "Thank you for the offer, but no, I am quite content with my tea," she responds, holding it up to her lips again. Besides the fact there isn't really a dignified way to eat a redfruit, the satin of her dress would be at risk from flying juice. Once she puts the cup down again, she tosses her hair over her shoulder in Evgeny's direction with a coldly superior air, "Because some women actually care about how they are perceived. It is certainly not about being thought pretty by the likes of you," she sniffs. The Zingari boy is clearly of the type her father warned her against.

"Thank you so much. I'll have to look into meeting your cousin, Vintner isn't an easy craft to get along with." Evogeny seems to be butting into his very polite and wholesome conversation. "Men and women shouldn't be gallivanting about with each other by themselves. Without the approval of their parents" Jaune seems to be in FIRM agreement with Karysha. And even gives her a quick nod as the redfruit is tucked away into his leather bag. "Its just not proper."

Evgeny chuckles at both of them. "People like me, eh?" He raises a brow. "Well forgive me for not knowing it was improper for me to think someone is pretty. The horror! And what exactly do your clothes say about you madame, besides that you have a large stick up your behind?" Evgeny gives a smug look of questioning then, hands slipping into his pockets. "Ridiculous." He rolls his eyes at Jaune in particular. "What are you, like a hundred turns old or something?" Evgeny orders a tea then, his smile charming the young server into a blushing smile.

With a soft snort of derision for Evgeny's less than charming response, Karysha turns back to Jaune with a roll of her eyes, "Some people," her emphasis clearly states she's talking about the uncouth Zingari lad, "have absolutely no class." Her words turn into a coy purr as she continues, "You are obviously a young man of good breeding to know how things are done. Don't mind this Caravan wastrel, he probably belongs to those vulgar Zingari." Her delicate nose wrinkles prettily in distaste, making her assumption on the package he had delivered, knowing that her cousin gets the tea from the Zingari. "Their women get paid to show off their bodies, it's downright tawdry."

"It says she is a very proper young lady, who happens to be lovely. And possessing of the sort of grace and politeness that a holdborn man would be looking for." Jaune doens't seem particularly put off by Exgeny. At this point, Evgeny isn't the first that Jaune has encountered. So its just expected. "I don't pay too much mind to them. They're…a product of their upbringing. I don't begrudge the weyrfolk either. Their way of life has worked for them….it just doesn't work so much for where I came from."

Evgeny looks at both Jaune and Karysha as if they are daft and unawares of their senses. And it's not the first time he's been called vulgar, or classless. Wastrel is a new one though. He'll have to keep it in mind enough not to go into wild renditions of 'Riff raff, Street Rat! I don't buy that!'. Ehem…wrong universe. Back to Evgeny… It isn't until Karysha shows distaste for what some, not all, Zingari women do, that he decides to speak again. "Oh dear lady, it isn't only our women, men get their fair chance at the seduction arts as well." He chuckles. "It's a fair, fun, and easy way to make a mark, I don't see why everyone thinks it so horrible." If Evgeny were old enough, he'd consider it as a job. "At least we're free to choose our own paths, 'stead of lettin' other folk plot and plan our lives for us." He sneers, giving his own look of distaste.

Karysha downright preens at the retaliatory compliments she receives as Jaune comes to her defense, hand trailing softly at her scooped neckline, eyes downcast demurely as her cheeks pink up with a fetching blush. "Sir, you flatter me. Fort Hold raises proper young men it seems," she returns with a sing song lilt to her words, "I don't much pay them mind either, you'd never catch me dead visiting the grounds. I've known too many people who've gone to one of their 'entertainment' nights and returned missing their marks' pouch." She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth disapprovingly as she turns with a look of shocked awe in Evgeny's direction, "I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about, I was mentioning those girls who dress in next to nothing and twist themselves and dance about. It's unseemly. A girl could never be respected after putting on such a display." There's actually a flash in the girl's blue eyes as the spyling gets to his last, narrowed sharply in his direction, "At least I know that my future husband will be able to support me and our family with honest, hard work he can be proud of because my father would never let me have any less." There's almost a hint of pentulant child in her now.

Jaune even smiles at Evgeny, with his establishing of fair play amongst the genders of the Zingari. "I'll barter wine and brew with anyone willing to do so. I haven't stepped into the caravan grounds yet. It may happen. Once I have my cider to barter." Jaune has to blush now too. Why does Karysha need to be so /downright descriptive. "It took a weyrwoman a bit to explain what that was about. I wasn't aware that you were supposed to watch someone dancing by themselves. I'm not too keen on the display myself either. I'd rather not lose my purse either. I don't have too much to spare." Jaune sinks down into his chair with introspection. Along with a cup of tea that smiles quite nicely.

Evgeny's sneer deepens and he seems fit to gag. "Those women have more integrity and balls than you'll ever have, sadly." He snorts. "I'll make more in a turn than any husband you'll ever get dear." Is Evgeny's last remark before he downs his tea, having asked for it cold. He drops a lewd sort of wink in Karysha's direction and looks at Jaune as if the man were a dandy of sorts. Not his sort of people. He drops a mark or two on the counter for the Tea house and gives his two tea companions another incredulous look before taking his leave. He whistles on the way out, another red fruit appearing. He's tossing it and catching it as the door closes behind him. Off to find a woman less prickly no doubt.

Karysha lifts her nose as if a bad smell is wafting under it as she follows the Zingari lad with her icy gaze, "I said honest work dear," she sneers the moniker in return, "I'm sure your sticky fingers have been all over a number of honest Bazaar folk." Her last shot is given to his retreating back as she shudders softly, as if ridding herself of a revulsion creeping up her spine. With a prim little cough in the back of her throat, she exhales through pursed lips and offers an apologetic flutter of her lashes in Jaune's direction, "Now that most unpleasant boy is away, let me formally introduce myself to one who so nobly came to me defense." Letting her fingers rest gently against her chest, she smiles coyly in the vintner's direction, "I am Karysha of the Steen familiy. Which owns several prominent establishments in the Bazaar."

"My name is Jaune, from a smith family out at Fort Hold. Well. A bit ways out. In an offshoot. I'm a senior apprentice, who trained at Benden Hold. Unfortunately…Wine isn't my cup of tea, as it were." Jaune lifts his cup of tea up and towards her. "Ale and the ciders…But a slip of the tongue had me sent here. My mistake. I suppose I deserve it." Jaune turns in his chair a touch, and the firelizards AWAKE. The gold hosp from his shoulder upon Karysha's table, and noses at her parcels. "Bella. What are you doing, stop that." The Queen is a queen though, and literally sticks her tail up at Jaune. "Shes…Spunky." And embarassing him.

"Very well met Jaune of Fort Hold, a true gentleman, they are so rare these days," Karysha's laughter is just like the rest of her, precise and modest as she begins to pull the parcels out of the little gold's reach. "I think she's darling, always wanted a little gold myself, but firelizard eggs seem to be so hard to find lately," she says with a sigh and a carefully practiced pout before she spies her aunt peeking in through the door, a look of appraisal for her ward. With a click of her tongue, her pout deepens, "And I must away, just as we'd gotten the place to ourselves. I sure do hope I run into you again Jaune," she remarks as she gets to her feet and hooks her shopping basket in the crook of her elbow. She dips in a respectful curtsy before sashaying through the door towards her awaiting chaperone.

"She is barely out of hatchling and into being a juvenile. If you still reside here, Karysha. I will make sure you are there for her first clutch." Karysha stands, so Jaune does as well, stepping forward to scoop a hand under that gold to draw her into his chest. Where she bumps nose into his chin. "Karysha, would you let Mikeal here follow you to your home, so that…he…might know where to deliver missives to?"

"Well, thank you, I really appreciate that," Karysha grins as she pauses with her hand on the doorway to look back over her shoulder at Jaune, golden waves cascading fetchingly over her shoulder. His last takes her a little by surprise, and, as she nibbles at her lower lip, she turns to sneak a glance at her chaperone, busy talking with a friend in the street. Turning back, she nods in acquiescence, "Yes, I think that would be acceptable. Now I really must go." She says, flashing him once more a warm smile before turning and making her way out through the door into the dusty street beyond.

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