[Flashback] Regrets and mistakes are memories made (Auguste)

Vienne comes across a childhood friend

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

[Flashback] Regrets and mistakes are memories made (Auguste)

Postby Vienne on April 18th, 2012, 11:14 am

Spring 40, 510 AV

Vienne swore under her breath, but kept moving. The rain was just starting, but it would take only a minute or so and the flimsy material of her gown would be ruined. Why Lille had to insist on this particular fabric was unfathomable. It had been insanely expensive and so delicate that Vienne was afraid it would rip every time she touched it. How the hell she was going to wear this exotic creation all evening and not return home in a tattered, shredded mess was beyond her. It looked lovely, but she was sure there were any number of other dresses that would have served equally as well as this one. She supposed it was all about show, as was often the case. In Ravok, social one-up-manship was the name of the game, just part of getting ahead. This dinner which was her destination was an important one for her grandfather, and thus for her as well. She understood that. She understood the importance of looking her part, a young woman of wealth and good breeding. She just wished that the damn dress wasn’t so utterly, infuriatingly fragile.

Having stepped out of a ravosala only a few moments before, her dark eyes had looked up to the threatening clouds above. Of course, in a city where the weather was usually very cooperative, this night it would have to decide to rain. She had hurried, but the home to which she was headed was still many minutes away. Untypically for her, she was running late, having still to pick up the bottle of wine that Bernard had asked her to fetch from a shop in the Merchant’s Ring. It was to be a gift for their host, a very special vintage and the wine seller had set it aside specifically for her grandfather. But as he was making his way to this affair from his workplace in the city center, it was more convenient to have his granddaughter procure the gift on her way. She had left the training center later than she had hoped, and had only just managed to bathe quickly, dress and fix her hair and face. Getting fancied up was not especially to her liking, but it was a necessary evil occasionally. She had to admit that the dress, once on, was gorgeous, a shimmering confection of iridescence. However, she would have traded it for armor in a heartbeat. That wasn’t the point, though. Tonight, she wanted what was best for her family, and that meant refined conversation, dancing, flirtation, whatever it took to make an impression on the right people. And now … that impression was about to become showing up looking like something the cat dragged in.

There was no other option. The Silver Sliver was right across the way, and Vienne went straight for it. It wasn’t a place she spent much time in – drinking and socializing with no purpose seemed a waste of time to her. But, any port in a storm, she thought, hurrying to step under the shelter of the narrow roof that extended over some of the outdoor tables . She would wait for the rain to pass, impatient to be on her way, but making the best of a bad situation. For a moment, she stood looking out as the water pattered on the cobbles of the narrow lane, and the surface of the canal beyond. With an inheld sigh, she turned to scan the patio, probably an unnecessary thing to do, but she was well trained. She always wanted to know who and what were around her. The place was fairly packed, even with the light rain. Her eyes made a quick inventory, and then stopped, riveted in place. Was it?

He was sitting by himself, at a table towards the wall. She hadn’t seen Auguste for what … two years? It seemed hard to think of that. They had been such close friends, from the time they were tiny. But, lives drift apart, do they not? She had heard the rumors about his family, and ultimately her grandfather had confirmed most of them. His family had left, but he had stayed. Interesting. Auguste was always one to forge his own path.

Forgetting about the rain, her dress, the wine and the dinner party for a moment, an exceptionally rare smile slipped across Vienne’s lips and she walked towards him.

“Auguste,” She said in her low, steady voice. “I can’t believe it. It’s been so long …”

She had reached his table and looked down at him, her eyes dancing to see that handsome face once again.
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