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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]

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Axe Soup Banquet

Postby Evarista on April 17th, 2017, 5:53 pm

22nd of Spring, 517 A.V.

On that midday, the terrace of Café Fleurs was fairly busy. There were no free tables when they arrived, but Evarista resolved the situation by demanding a pair of waitresses to carry out a table from indoors. Quietly swearing and exchanging acidic remarks when they thought they were out of earshot, the waitresses eventually pulled out a table and two chairs to the terrace, and afterwards taking Evarista's order with strained smiles. Apparently, today's lunch would be Ravok's traditional and ubiquitous fish soup. There were many places in the city that served better food, but the green café was in some ways special to the young aristocrat, so she found her feet taking her here regardless. Besides, it would be interesting to bring Hwyn here as a customer.

Since the lunch hours were in full swing and many people around them have also ordered the soup, the kettles in the kitchen were already full of the stuff, so it didn't take long for their order to be served. The weather in Ravok didn't vary too much throughout the year in the eyes of an outsides, but the locals were sensitive to the subtleties, and getting served a bowl of hot and aromatic soup in the chill of the early spring was a commonly indulged pleasure. The soup was flavorful, but the perceptive would notice that there was much less fish in the taste than in the aroma. Having already had a morning drink to lift her moods, Evarista felt the rare urge to retell a story she's read in My Beloved Absentee. Eating this soup reminded her of it. Stirring the contents of her bowl thoughtfully, she began talking, staring into the sky with unfocused eyes.

"Hmm... I've come to think of an interesting passage. Once, there was a traveler who sought evening shelter in an isolated hut near the road. The owner let him in, as was customary, but... hmm, admitted that these were hard times and there's... he had no food to spare. The traveler was sharp, though. He suspected that the host was... hmm, simply a cheapskate... who didn't want to open his pantry for anyone but himself."

Putting a spoonful of soup into her mouth, Evarista rolled it around on her tongue, half savoring, half drawing out the pause. Eventually swallowing, she continued.

"The traveler suggested cooking a very good and cheap soup, made by boiling... an axe. There was plenty of flavor in an axe, that not many know about, he said. Hmm... the host was skeptical, but also curious, so he let him boil a kettle of water and gave him his axe. The traveler put the axe in the water, boiled it thoroughly... and gave the soup a taste. Well, he said... it was coming along nicely, but some potatoes would make it even better. The host was still skeptical, but brought out some potatoes, and the traveler put them into the kettle."

"After a while, he tasted the soup again. Well, he said... this soup was coming along great, and... it's just a few carrots away from being perfect. So the host had to bring out some carrots, and the traveler put them into the kettle. And so it went on and on. The traveler tasted the soup, asked for just one more thing, and the host had to bring it out. Eventually, there was a fine soup boiling in the kettle. The traveler got to eat a hearty meal, and the greedy host was... hmm, very pleased that he found a way to make a meal out of an axe. The next morning, they parted ways as friends."

Having somehow finished her meal in-between speaking, Evarista leaned back in her chair contently, folded her hands on her lap, and closed her eyes, basking in the midday sunrays like a lazy cat. There was a long pause, and the story was seemingly over, but the girl was not done talking. Licking her lips, she continued again, moving a single finger to point at the empty bowl in front of her.

"Ravokian food can be like that sometimes. There's lots of fish being caught around here. Much of it doesn't taste like anything by itself, but... hmm, you can still make a great meal with it... if you add a ton of other things. Heheh."
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Axe Soup Banquet

Postby Hwyn on April 18th, 2017, 9:16 am

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Eating with Miss Eva was a rare treat, though her choice of location was a tad unnerving, he’d left their employ under some rather…. Unpleasant circumstances and hadn’t returned or wanted to explain why he’d left, he’d certainly never come here on his own. But with a Nitrozean bringing him nobody said anything to him, perhaps one of the few nice things about power was that people were less likely to bother you without a good reason.

Today was one of the rare occasions when Efva was doing the talkinging in place of Hwyn who was generally the chatterbox of the two, listening to her intently with wide eyes Hwyn enjoyed the story Eva wasn’t a storyteller or bard by any means but that didn’t make the story she told any less entertaining. It was about a very clever man getting a meal out of a miser, leaving the miser none the wiser. Though thinking about it such a tactic was incredible. Hwyn made a mental note to remember this story feeling like such a trick would come in handy one day, though perhaps not as literally as the story.

Enjoying the meal and the warm sunlight out on the patio Hwyn allowed the short silence after Eva’s story to lull on as he finished his meal he’d been too enthralled by what eva was saying to pay any heed to his own stomach. Though he didn't really have anything to follow up on the story with Hwyn did wonder what other stories where in Eva’a book, many a nice picture and so on but until he learned to read he’d have to hope she felt like sharing again.

“Miss Eva, I’m not really sure i’ve ever liked fish, though I do see what you mean, even if you don’t necessarily like something, you… you… c-can change it until you do like it? Or … s-something like that. It is good though, maybe Lake ravok’s fish are just better than the fish from the ocean.”

Patting his belly contentedly and letting out a small sigh Hwyn joined his master in enjoying the sun that shone down on Ravok, he smiled, he really was beginning to consider this city a home of sorts, for better or worse.

“Maybe I can get the chef to teach me about cooking, so if we ever travel again I can cook for you… I-If you w-want that is”

He’d been looking into broadening the skills he had so that he would be more useful in the future, he’d even gone so far as to looking into getting a lock he could practice picking, though he’d had no luck and was fearful of what him just having a lock might make others think.

“Oh… and speaking of fish… you know how you… turn into things… does that mean, if you grow wings you could fly? Or if you wanted you could swim like a fish?”

The idea of swimming without having to come up, or flying above everything, was amazing. Something he’d love to learn about eventually.


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Axe Soup Banquet

Postby Evarista on April 19th, 2017, 9:25 pm

Listening to his comment on the fish being an acquired taste, Evarista just shrugged half-heartedly, since she never thought about it that way. Fish was as good as anything else in her eyes. While generally picky with food due to being used to a high standard, she was far from a gourmet, and would eat nearly anything as long as it was skillfully prepared. Except mushrooms. Screw mushrooms.

When he talked about learning to cook from the chef, she smirked, still looking at the sky above his head. From what she knew from Bryony's gossip, slaves always gave the kitchen a wide berth to avoid being caught by the man, as otherwise they'd be stuck peeling onions, grinding chilies and doing other decidedly unpleasant task until the end of their waking hours. Sending Hwyn to such a fate would be amusing once, but useless as a lesson, as the dirty work was the only kind of work that the chef was willing to delegate.

Evarista turned her head to look inside the café, but the kitchen wasn't visible from here. If Hwyn had continued serving at this café, maybe they'd let him become an apprentice cook eventually, although given his appearance, he was more on the side of waitress material. Ah, well. Too late to ponder that now. That boat has sailed. Although, it would indeed be nice if Hwyn could cook for her. She wondered what sort of dishes she'd get.

Letting the thought pass, she lowered her gaze to look at the boy's face. Upon seeing his expression, an cold tickle touched the back of her neck. It was that sort of slightly anxious and fidgety look he usually had when he was about to say or ask something unpleasant. Truly enough, he did - perhaps the most unpleasant subject of them all.

"Hmm..." Evarista narrowed her eyes at the blonde sitting across from her, which got a momentary sharpness before fading to their normal foggy state again.

She was taken off guard. She's never talked about her ability with anyone before, and would probably not even be able to articulate anything meaningful about it. Hwyn and Olcott were the only ones who knew about it, but Olcott never cared to inquire into its nature, and Hwyn didn't count. She had thought so, anyway. But apparently she was wrong. Not feeling prepared to even think about the ramifications, the young aristocrat forcibly tossed it out of her head and ended the conversation by rising from her chair with a start.

"Let's go."

Leaving a handful of coins on the table as payment for the soup, Evarista marched off the terrace with a long gait, heading back to the Noble District without looking back. However, she was going in the opposite direction of home. The most difficult part of leaving her room was actually leaving the room itself, so now that she was well out of the house in the daylight, she could as well make the most of it.

Like nearly everything she did, she set her direction on impulse. There was an urge to do something she's thought about during winter a few times. Among the strange and alien things she's saw in that jungle village, this one was still stuck in her memory...

It was a dancer, in most ways foreign, but in some ways familiar. Evarista only saw her once, on an evening she'd had quite a bit of sugarcane spirits, so the images in her mind were hazy at best. Still, she'd recognize those movements anywhere, along with that dress. It was called...

Just as the name returned to her, the facade of Azure Reflections popped up around the corner. Azure himself was just leaving, deciding to close early as usual. Before he could shut the door behind him, Evarista used her momentum to push him back inside. The kelvic looked disturbed by the sudden interjection. Doubly so when he realized who was in front of him.

"Whoa! We've already closed. Come back next time. Or the time after that." Turning his nose up at Evarista defiantly, Azure tried to push her back out of the door, but the fashion marauder was already well on her way to exploring the store, ignoring him entirely. Rolling his eyes in resignation, the kelvic shuffled back to the counter with an exaggeratedly weary posture.

"What do you want here, anyway? The weaver isn't in."

Mostly by accident, his gaze fell on Hwyn, making his expression soften somewhat. While he didn't quite know what to make of the boy, he was an infinitely more exciting customer than his master.

"Oh. I'm guessing it's wardrobe expansion time, then? What'll it be?"

Having failed her initial scouting, the loathsome woman in black was back with a disgustingly smug smirk on her face. She said something unexpected.

"Belly dancing."

"...what." Azure stared at her as if she had sprouted another head.

"I want... a belly dancing outfit. One that would fit him."

Evarista's gaze drifted from the visibly confused kelvic to the subject of her visit here. There was a tiny spark in her cloudy eyes; the sort of spark that seldom meant anything good."
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Axe Soup Banquet

Postby Hwyn on April 29th, 2017, 9:00 am

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Her reaction was all the information Hwyn needed, she didn’t want to discuss her powers, though that was perhaps not very surprising, after all, magic was something that was in many places frowned upon, if not outright feared or banned. Though he’d wished after all this time she would’ve opened up a little
Then they were off Eva no longer interested in talking dragged him along on another one of her whim fueled adventures. Though her goal was this time a place somewhat familiar though it had odd memories associated with it Hwyn liked the connotations the place carried. It was there that Eva’s intentions for her distraction became apparent. Hwyn wondered if it was a bribe of sorts on her part, she was buying him clothes, though of a style he’d never worn before though that didn’t exactly deter him. He was never sure of Eva’s motives but He wondered just what had made her decide it was time for a change of wardrobe, odder still that she’d chosen dancers clothes, not that he had any qualms about learning such a trade. Though of the three people present it was perhaps Azure that was the most excited. He was an odd sort though he hadn’t seemed pleased to see his master the Levic store clerk was kind enough to Hwyn as he gave him a knowing wink before leading him back into the store.
Looking through rows of clothing until he pulled three differently colored but similarly styled outfits.
“alrighty Hwynny, lets see what colors suit you, We’ve only got three in your size available though I’m sure we could resize another color of you’re mistress would like, though maybe one of these three will suit you.”
Veritably pulling Hwyn out of his clothes the man like any Kelvic seemed to forget that nudity was something that most non-kelvics were uncomfortable with.

Handing him new underwear wich he insisted went with the transparent material of the leggings Hwyn frowned, even for him there design seemed risqué though perhaps if a presentation of his posterior was what Eva preferred, then he’d bear with the bareness. The rest of the outfit was quite easy to put on, in part do to the loose flowing nature of the attire, and the lack of attire in comparison to his more constrictive maid’s attire. The outfit bared his trim stomach, and to his mild displeasure his scarred back the bracelets and anklets that accompanied the outfit jingled slightly as he moved. Presenting himself to Eva in the first outfit Hwyn Twirsled before striking a pose before his master. The first outfit was a pleasant array of greens, with a floral motif, the seams colored like winding vines across a color scheme like dappled green light coming through foliage. Hwyn’s Skin prickled slightly with goosebumps as he felt the still chill air of the early spring season though Looking in the mirror Hwyn decided that the chill was well worth it. Cocking a hip out Hwyn grinned at his reflection.

The next outfit while Similar in design was colored to match the ocean, pleasant blues woven together with a trim reminiscent of the bright crimson orange of coral making subtle appearances. This time when Hwyn showed off the outfit to Eva he twirled more slowly moving like he imagined water would making himself a small wave, it felt… fitting.

Then the last outfit was an Ivory wine with trim colored like a deep maroon wine, it wasn’t mottled or patterned like the other outfits but it had a simple charm to it. When Hwyn presented the last color to Eva He bowed deeply to her in a more “refined” manner before twirling and doing his best to make it seductive, throwing out his hip and arching his back while looking over his shoulder at her, It was funny to think, that he could change his persona with his outfit, it was perhaps something to the effect of “the clothes make the man” but it was fun to play around a bit too, especially if he could get a reaction out of his mistress, especially since he’d irritated her earlier.

“What do you think miss Eva? Do you like any of them?”


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