OOCAnyone can still join this thread, so please feel free. Current post order: Leila, Castor Riley, Bernedette Ferald, Ricky, Khrassvalen, then Philomena.
Leila saw the latest arrival, carrying a cask of some sort of alcohol. Leila fought to keep from blushing, because even with events as of late with Ricky, especially the night before, she still found this man attractive. Especially the beard. He had a kind face and kind eyes, even when slightly offset as he looked at Shaco, who immediately took a liking to him, demanding to be pet. "Hello to you as well! I'm Leila, Leila Hughes, and this is Shaco, and it is my pleasure to meet you Castor Riley. Welcome to my Grand Opening! There are tables set up around back," she greeted as she saw him give in to Shaco's demands. Leila found herself liking the man more and more after this moment's meeting, noting that even when removing a hand from the cask, he showed no sign of strain under its weight, something which impressed her. Even though Kelp Beer was not one of her favorites, she knew it was quite popular in the city. She had no doubts that would be among the first drinks to go. She saw more people coming, "If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment, I will take you back there," nodding toward the new arrivals.
As if on a hidden cue, Shaco departed from Castor to this new fellow, a strange looking one indeed. His hair pulled back made his head look enormous, adorned with tiny ears, but Leila would never point this out nor make fun. That would just be improper and inappropriate. He brought something called 'gumbo' a meal which Leila wasn't familiar with. She'd have to pry the recipe out of him later. She didn't care for the fact that he'd butted in on her meeting Castor, but she simply did what her mother would do. She made him wait his turn. "It's a pleasure to meet you Berne, I'm Leila Hughes, and the tables are out back. I've not heard of gumbo, but I look forward to trying it. Maybe we can swap recipes later?"
Then Leila saw Ricky, and for only the briefest of moments, her heart panged. But she stifled it down, now that she knew of everything that happened last season. While still a little hurt, she could at least understand now, and that did a lot to alleviate her pain. She'd found it within herself to forgive him, and she was glad to still have him in her life. As her father always said, time goes on, no matter how often your heart stops. He was wearing a different uniform than she'd seen him in, and he wore it well, though it looked like he was about ready for a new set. But that wasn't what drew the majority of Leila's attention. There was a blonde woman on his arm, the woman she assumed had stolen his heart and now carried his child within her. A small flurry of jealousy passed through Leila, for this woman was clearly more beautiful than herself. It was no wonder she was the one. Leila couldn't blame him, long time friends, pretty, and... and... not her.
But Leila wouldn't let her rain on today's festivities, nor would she want to make either of them uncomfortable. She still wanted to be in Ricky's life, even if it was as a friend rather than anything more. Leila hoped she would at least like Telion, for if she were to be the other woman, then she hoped the other one was better than her in all aspects. Ricky deserved someone nice and lovely, not like her mother, cold and callous. As Ricky approached, he remained quiet, polite, just like Leila knew he would. She smiled at him, and at Telion, the slightest glint of a tear, this one actually of happiness at his arrival. She almost threw herself at him, wishing to just hug him tight, but fought the urge. It would be most improper. "I'm so glad you could make it Ricky!" Turning to the blonde, "And this is Telion that I've heard so much about? I'm glad to finally meet you." Leila did step into the woman's space, a light, informal hug and a peck on the cheek. Mother would be most proud of her proper manners. "I have tables set up out back, and I'm about to take everyone back there." A lingering look was cast at Ricky, only a moment too long, but hopefully it went unnoticed by his new partner. Shaco meanwhile barked happily at his friend, having met Ricky a few times now, and knew that he would be getting proper attention from the Wave Guard.
Leila was honestly surprised at how many people were actually showing up. Until now, she'd had this nagging in the back of her head that was saying this was going to be a bust, but it seemed to be becoming anything but. A rugged man approached, one she'd never seen before, though that was to be expected at this event. He had the most peculiar accent, and his manners were clearly that of a foreigner. It seemed he'd either heard of her event by word of mouth or didn't know what a potluck was. But Leila wasn't going to turn him away for that. Shaco didn't seem to particularly care for the man, taking one sniff in his direction, curling his lips, and going back to Leila protectively. "Why thank you kind sir, thank you for coming. Refreshments are around back, please help yourself."
Seeing no more immediate arrivals, Leila started to lead her guests around back, through the wooden gate of her fence, taking them past the the windows that let them see into her herbalism lab. "Follow me, and we will get this party started." The lab was full of freshly grown plants, all waiting to be processed and made more useful. She wasn't trying to show off, but she was proud of the way it turned out, and this was a way of providing a brief peek into what actually went on here. Moving around the side of the building, the group eventually came into view of several smaller herb gardens dotting the landscape. But most eyes would likely be drawn to the tables the shipwrights had set up, Leila seeing several people had joined at their leisure. "Grab a seat, grab a plate, and grab a drink, this party isn't for me, but all of you fine people of Zeltiva." Shaco kept himself busy smelling the new people, and wandering off, likely to maintain the perimeter. But he was too happy at all the attention today to cause troubles. Anyone else arriving would be greeted in his typical fashion.
Leila parted from the group, making her way over to greet a pair of women, when she heard a quite familiar 'ahem'. She turned and saw a woman in a beautiful navy dress, hair identical to Leila, though a face a few years older. It was mother. Her mother hadn't spoken to her since she'd moved out a season ago, and Leila was honestly startled to see her here now. "Come with me before you talk to those chittering pigeonwomen." Leila nearly reverted fully to how she was when she lived with her, a young girl to be bossed around, would do anything her mother demanded. She followed her mother into the back door of her house, and saw a deep purple dress laying across her bed. "Yvette is loaning this to me, for you, for your grand event. If my daughter is going to be a big success, she's going to look the part. Now hurry up, don't want to keep your guests waiting, this is the event of the summer. I've heard nothing but people talking about this."
Leila was surprised to hear her mother give a compliment, and making no mention of the explosive argument they'd had last winter, not mentioning any of the bitter feelings they both carried. But it was obvious why she was here. THE social event of summer, and her daughter was at the center of it? Why she wouldn't dream of not being there, basking in the limelight, for a successful child meant a successful parent. It was all about appearance, and she wanted to maintain the appearance of a mother who cared. Leila removed her current dress and slip, and her mother went to work putting the corset on her. She laced it up quickly and deftly, though when she went to make it as tight as she could, "Mother, easy on the strings, I still need to breathe to entertain." And much to her surprise, "Of course darling."
Leila stepped into her dress, got situated, and looked down. She had to admit to herself, she looked stunning. The dresses neck accentuated the little cleavage she had, giving off the feeling that she was in fact a woman, and no longer a growing girl. It hugged her sides, giving a slight curve to her hips, and flowing down, rather than out. It was a stunningly deep shade of violet. Her mother grabbed her comb and began teasing her auburn curls into tight bounces. Satisfied, "Now you look beautiful Leila, make sure to smile, and give everyone some face to face time."
Leila and Leina stepped out into the backyard, and her mother steered her toward the gossiping women. "Ladies, this is my daughter Leila, the owner of this shop and the hostess of this fine event."
Leila smiled, "It's my pleasure to meet you, thank you so much for coming. It is an honor to have women of proper status attending." It wasn't hard for her to slip into the sycophantic training that her mother had instilled. But these women were her mother's sort of people, not hers. She left her mother to gloat and gossip with them, and made her way to the head of the center table, her father, Captain Becky, and the Hammer all sitting to her left, already eating. Being the ever gracious host, she wouldn't get her own food until everyone had already gotten their own. There were a couple of seats opened to her right, she hoped that Ricky and Telion would join her, to give her a chance to speak to them properly. |