Closed [The Quill's Rest] Spontaneous Connections

[Gilva Snowsong]

82, Spring, 514

Gilva rushed out of his cottage towards The Quill's Rest, leaving practically everything except his gold miza's. He had spent most of his time reminiscing on his encounter with the girl from two nights ago whilst he was in the shower, so he quickly dressed himself and didn't even consider the other items that he may need for his first day on the job. It would be his first performance gig at the within The Quill's Rest. He had applied the day before, and had been booked as entertainment for a private party being held by a resident of Zeltiva.

When he opened the door to The Quill's Rest, Gilva was pleased to see that he had made it before the guests. The 18th hour was nearing, and the boy was scheduled to have his performance at approximately 26 chimes after the 18th hour. Since he had arrived so early, the boy took the time to analyze his environment. It was decorated for the sake of the party, but there was a small platform that was elevated above the rest of the floor. Ironically, this platform was the most decorated area of the room. Perhaps it served more than one purpose rather than just for his performance?

There were some chairs and tables scattered about the lounge and a fireplace on the left side of the building, but for the most part it seemed as if this venue was designed for the guests to be standing. Either way was fine with the boy, after all, he would have his time in the limelight and he would be paid for it. This was the life that he had desired so intently, that his family were forced to sacrifice their lives in order for him to achieve it. The main beverage was Steamed Kelp Tea, but Gilva also noticed that there was a sign advertising fine bottlea of wine for 10 gold mizas, which seemed to have been implemented for this specific occasion. He had never drank before in his life, so he couldn't help but wonder what it was like.

The boy wasn't particularly sure of what to do with himself, after all he was only hired as entertainment. However, he was absolutely sure that he would be able to do great. Even though his skills weren't to the level that he wanted them to be, he was very dexterous and he could possibly be able to mix different skills in order to increase his performance. Dancing was his primary focus, but if all else failed, he could revert to his natural talent of storytelling. Vanthan's were known to be famous for their storytelling ability, so Gilva would have a fallback in case his audience was unaffected by his motions.

Gilva walked over towards the wall on the left side of the building, which gave him clear view of the entire room. He leaned against the wall next to the fireplace so that he would be relatively out of the way. Sadly, one couldn't look at Gilva and tell that he was a performer by the way that he was dressed. The boy had neglected to buy a new outfit and consequently lacked the proper attire. He had been fortunate enough to grab his cloak, so he would be able to cite his history of living in Avanthal as the reason for his unwillingness to part with it. At least until he had saved enough mizas to buy more appropriate wear.

He raised his hood over his head, and allowed his grey eyes to gaze at the door, patiently awaiting the arrival of the guests.

[Rosa Finke Waterfield]

It was finally the night of her father's Spring Gathering and Rosa couldn't have been more unenthusiastic. Sighing, she glanced into the mirror, taking note of a small blonde curl that--despite her efforts--continued to slip out of place. Eventually she gave up, opting to place it behind an ear instead of trying to force it into the intricate bun fixed firmly against her head. She did truly loath keeping up appearances. Leaning back away from the mirror, Rosa took one last look at her appearance. In a new dress her father had bought her, she looked every part the Lord's daughter. Wrinkling her nose at the pearls sewn individually into the bodice of the dress, and at the color of the dress (salmon), which worked well with the color of her skin, she finally twirled around and began to make her way to the location of the party-- The Quill's Rest.

Rosa was glad in part, knowing that at least the gathering would be a small one. She didn't particularly enjoy being surrounded by people, especially those that called her father a friend. She was also glad, having walked up the steps towards the establishment, when she realized none of the other guests had arrived yet. Slipping into the door, Rosa almost immediately stepped over towards one of the tall windows near the far end of the room, blue eyes focused onto the waves of the ocean that receded and rushed in interchangeably every few seconds. Oh, how she wished to be out there instead of suffocating in this damn dress, Rosa thought with a sudden venom that surprised her.

After a moment or two of silence, Rosa came to the sudden anxiety-filled conclusion that she wasn't the only person in the room. She pivoted slightly, cheeks flaming with color. "Oh-- um." There was a boy standing beside a small stage, and he was staring at her. "I..I didn't see you there." Rosa cleared her throat, pressing a wrinkle out of her dress with the palm of her left hand. With the other hand, she curled the strand of blonde hair that continued to fall into her vision, behind her ear.The pins she had shoved into her hair to keep it in place were now giving her a headache, and the dress was rubbing weirdly along her waist, causing it to itch profusely. Rosa most definitely was not looking forward to this party..

[Gilva Snowsong]

Gilva remained calm as the door opened and the first guest entered. The guest was a female, and Gilva immediately noted that she was about the same height as the woman that he had previously met. Her hair was even held up, just as the girl from before had done before she had taken her leave. But upon further examination, Gilva realized that their skin complexions were different. The girl before him had ivory skin, as opposed to the girl from the other night.

Somehow, she had managed to travel beyond Gilva without noticing that he was in the room. His eyes followed her as she glided to the window. Since he was raised to be friendly, his body moved on its own and began walking towards her. He had been so intently focused on the girls dress, that he had inadvertently stumbled and lightly tapped his foot against the stage. He managed to regain his footing, but was met with surprise when the girl had become alerted to his presence. When she spoke, her voice was like music to his ears; it was soft with a hint of kindness. It was reminiscent to his hometown of Avanthal.

As he walked towards the girl, he lowered the hood from his head and gave her a view of his face. His curly black hair ran down the sides of his face at a length equaling his eyes, though it was combed so that it appeared to favor his right side. His eyes followed her hands, and he watched her as she adjusted a small piece of her blonde hair, which was even curlier than his.

"Why hello there, you're awfully early for the party. My name is Gilva and who may you be? Forgive my intrusion but I must say, that your dress is nothing less than stunning!"

The words rolled naturally off of the boy's tongue, the result of both his natural storytelling and his tendency to flirt because of his need for attention. As the girl responded, the 18th hour had finally struck and the guests, including her father, had entered the building in multipe groups of two. They seemed to be involved in their own light conversations, not noticing the two near the window. Since they didn't notice, and he still had 26 chimes to kill, the boy decided to spend his time conversing with the young woman.

[Rosa Finke Waterfield]

A sort of unease settled inside of Rosa's stomach when people began to pile inside the small room. Her demeanor changed completely upon her father's entrance. She became stiff as a board, her cheeks lost their rosy color, and her small hands balled up into fists. Surprised that her father did not notice her, she quickly took advantage of the situation and slid back into a corner, covering herself with as much shadow as possible. Turning back towards the boy, a small smile curled up the edges of her plump pink lips. She studied the features of his face, coming to the conclusion that he was in fact a very handsome boy at that. His eyes were a very pretty shade of grey..like the color of a summer thunderstorm. Her eyebrows arched delicately at his small outburst of words, and she emitted a tinkling laugh, reminiscent of wind chimes.

"You can have my dress if you wish," she whispered. "It's itchy and I can't move or breath at all because of it." Eyes dancing in the firelight of the torches overhead, Rosa seemed to relax slightly, her shoulders losing their tension. As the boy flirted, she noted the strange and beautiful way he spoke. It was as if he was telling some magical story-- when in fact what he was saying was said to her quite frequently each day. "I'm Rosa." She whispered abruptly, after realizing he had asked for her name. "My apologies. I do not wish to talk with my father..at this moment. I was distracted momentarily, but I assure you, you now have all of my attention."

When it came to flirting, Rosa could hold her own. Not that she ever really held in interest in it. But when she did, she did so quite successfully. The ever wild curl found itself once again in front of her eyes, so she attempted to move it away from her face with a soft gust of wind that blew out from between her lips. When that didn't work, she left it there. "So..why are you here?" Rosa inquired, eyeing Gilva up and down. He didn't look like one of father's usual friends, what with his lack of..proper attire. Father did do this often though, find some unexpected worth from someone such as him, so she wasn't exactly surprised. Maybe he held a connection that her father desired, either way, he seemed nice enough. More so than any of her father's other friends. She'd probably continue talking to him until Erik Waterfield noticed her. Or until she found a chance to slip outside. Either way she'd have to meet one of the men father picked out as a suitor for her eventually..

[Gilva Snowsong]

The boy became entranced by her laughter, it was a harmonic symphony to his ears. When she whispered that he could have her dress, the boy's face quickly began to glow red. He had never been with a woman before, nor even had his first kiss. In truth, he hadn't really had much experience with women flirting back at him! But he was brought back to reality when she continued to mention that the dress was a source of discomfort for her. The young vantha seized the opportunity to look into her eyes. Because of the way that they were standing, he had a dual view of her eyes and the ocean behind her; and he couldn't help but notice how they seemed to reflect each other. It was such a pristine moment, that he hadn't known whether her eyes were reflecting the ocean, or if the ocean was reflecting her eyes.

Her posture had changed, to the extent that she seemed more comfortable. Rosa. The word had become imprinted in his mind, so that he wouldn't forget. Hearing that he had her attention, Gilva immediately felt alive. This was a newfound sense of euphoria, due to the fact that she had openly admitted that he had her attention. He noticed the slice of hair that landed in front of her face, and he couldn't help but notice how much the sight had mirrored his own. When she posed her query, he racked his brain for a response.

"I have been known to dabble both my pen and tongue in the more finer points of life. I guess you could say that I'm an art aficionado of sorts. Such is the blessing of Rhaus." He had decided to embellish his role at the party because he believed that it would have been boring to have simply declare his profession not to mention that there was a mounting pressure to sustain her attention.

Unbeknownst to Gilva, Rosa's father had noticed them talking, and consequently escorted a well-dressed man over to his daughter. The reaction on his face was not a pleasant one, but it didn't seem as if it were meant to be directed at him. To his surprise, the man had pulled Rosa away just as quickly as she had arrived. He wondered what kind of mischief they would get up to, as he noticed that the man had wasted no time in speaking with her. Jealousy had began to boil within the vantha, causing his irises to involuntarily shift to a shade of crimson red. How could he have been so foolish as to let his muse to be stolen right in front of him?!

However, Rosa's father had quickly taken him off to the side, in the opposite direction that the man had taken Rosa. He had suddenly wanted to have a "private" chat with the boy.

As he was being pulled away, Gilva made it a point to glance at the clock on the wall. 15 chimes.

[Rosa Finke Waterfield]

Rosa gave a slight nod towards Gilva, mouth curving up into a small smile. It was true, as she had said earlier, the boy did have her complete attention. Being so, Rosa didn't notice her father and his companion until it was too late to make an excuse and flee. Once again her posture became stiff, and her smile shifted to more of a..grimace. "Oh, hello father." She feigned happiness, cheeks flushing with a subtle rage. Seething, she alternated a heavy glare from her father to his friend. "I was just talking to my friend here--" Rosa's father interrupted her with a small gesture of his hand, speaking finally. "My dear, this is the man that I've been talking so much about. Why don't you two have a chat, and I'll in turn have a chat with this young man here, hmm?" Before either Rosa or Gilva could protest, the man had whisked Rosa away, and Erik Waterfield had begun to lead the boy in the opposite direction.

Having finally set eyes on the man that her father had talked so much about, Rosa wasn't even impressed in the slightest. She yawned, eyes watering, as he went on about..fish. God damned fish. He was okay to look at..although his eyes were unnaturally spread too far apart and it was very hard to find where his eyebrows actually separated..Not that Rosa was all about looks. Quite the opposite actually. She enjoyed laughing, and if a guy could make her laugh..Well, it wouldn't be that hard to capture her heart. The girl's stark blue eyes wandered around the party after boredom caught a hold of her, and she frowned when she noticed her father having a chat with Galiva..Weird. He didn't look as if he was treating him like one of his friends.

Erik Waterfield didn't enjoy people who got in his way. Gripping the boy's shoulder, he led him away from his daughter and her possible suitor. After reaching a location far enough away from Rosa to prevent her from overhearing, he whirled towards the boy. "Who are you, boy?" He spat out, glaring. "And how did you gain access to this building? I have guards set outside and no one such as the likes of..you..should even be allowed to walk past the front entrance, much less actually come inside. Erik's piercing blue eyes squinted, as he loomed over the boy with his arms crossed. "You better not be trying something. If you're working for any of my enemies and I find out I swear I will cut off your head myself.." He warned, trailing off.

During her father's rant, Rosa had edged quietly over closer to them, having left unibrow man to talk of fish with two other dreadfully boring men. He didn't even notice she was gone. Heh. Rosa could see the vein in her father's forehead pulsate, meaning he was in all likelihood yelling up a storm. Her eyebrows furrowed and her frown deepened. The only thing she caught hold of was "You better not be trying something..." before unibrow man turned up again. Groaning, she turned to smile at him and allowed him to take her to get a drink. She was annoyed that despite being an adult, her father still treated her like a child. She was 20 years old for Mizahar's sake.

Rosa was getting fed up with her father's controlling behavior. She didn't know how much more she could take.

[Gilva Snowsong]

Chime after chime passed as Gilva was being interrogated. The current attention he was receiving was moderately appealing, but it wasn't the same as what he had received from Rosa. It wasn't even in the same league. The boy took the man's words at face value, but all the while his crimson eyes never looked at her father. They were staring intently at the clock, watching the chimes as his performance time was nearing, and so would be his limelight. Everyone, including Rosa, would have their eyes on him.

"I am Gilva Snowsong, at your service sir. I can assure you, that I am not doing anything that isn't beneficial to you or your...interests. Where I come from, men such as yourself are treated with the highest of respects. In fact, it shocks me to even hear that you have enemies especially with your level of..." Gilva's eyes temporarily scanned the room as he tried to decide upon the right word. They finally settled on Rosa with her mystery suitor near the bar, in the process of acquiring a beverage. "...grandeur."

The boy glanced at the clock, seeing that it had reached the 25th chime of the 18th hour. "Pardon me sir, but there is something that I must attend to." As he made his way to the center stage, the guests gathered around the boy who was now suddenly standing atop of the decorated stage. Nearby, he noticed a microphone propped on the floor. It was a wonder how he didn't see it before when he had been becoming acclimated to the venue; but he took this as a sign. Dancing would be the ace in the hole of this performance, this he knew for sure, but after seeing Rosa and the despicable time she was having with the new man; a new idea had sparked within Gilva's mind. He raised the microphone to his lips, and the best night of his life began.

"First off, a round of applause for our wonderful host." The audience clapped in response to his command. "I am Gilva Snowsong, and I hail from Avanthal. My people are often regarded as the best storytellers in the lands. Well tonight, there is one legend in particular that I would like to tell you about. There are many types of men in this world. Some that are to be respected, and some to be feared. However, every so often, there is a man that surpasses these general concepts. They demand respect through their valor, and their enemies quake in their boots as they realize how insignificant they are."

Gilva's crimson red eyes scanned the audience as he spoke, but upon speaking about insignificance they had settled over one person. The suitor that had seemingly come out of nowhere, and stolen his treasure.

"These men are so legendary, that they are often praised whilst being showered with love and affection. But the truth is, they can never be satisfied." Gilva's eyes shifted from the man onto Rosa, then he continued on with the story. "They always crave more. But once they finally meet their match, the one thing that fulfills all of their expections..." The boy's irises finally reverted back to their original shade of grey as he concluded his story. "...they become envied by the gods."

Some of the guests were unimpressed by the boy's story but they applauded nonetheless. From their point of view, the story was clearly about Erik Waterfield, and the extent of his influence. But the guests didn't need a young boy to tell them something that they already knew.

Gilva smiled, the audience had applauded to his story. He had been subtly voicing his displeasure of Rosa's suitor while simultaneously flirting with her from the center stage, all while everyone, including her father were forced to watch. But he didn't stop there. It had only been 32 chimes after the 18th hour. Gilva was still booked for another 5 chimes. When the audience stopped clapping, he spoke into the microphone once more. "Do any of you know the true purpose of this stage? Even though I am standing here, the truth is, that it's not for me. It was developed for the admiration of beauty..."

As the words left his lips, the boy couldn't deny his need for personal attention any longer. He gestured for Rosa to accompany him onto the stage. Though he had more in store rather than having everyone simply look at her. They would become witness to an impromptu dance, that no one expected. This would be especially risky for Gilva, who would be putting his job on the line should anything go wrong with this aspect of the performance.

[Rosa Finke Waterfield]

Rosa watched with wide eyes as her father questioned Gilva, sipping her beverage every few seconds while still managing to keep her gaze on the two. The man before her continued to try and make conversation with her, but she wasn't having any of it. He was still talking about fish..hinting about the way he wanted it cooked when they were married. As if she would ever consider him! He even had the audacity to assume she would accept him! Just thinking about it made her want to dump the rest of her drink all over him! Her hands itched to do exactly that, but she resisted the urge when she noticed the boy had excused himself from her father's presence and jumped up onto the stage. What exactly was he doing?

Rosa got her answer when he began to speak into the microphone, his voice placing a spell over all who listened. A hush fell over the crowd, and even her father, whom moments before had seemed ready to burst from anger, quieted down to listen. The further Gilva delved into his story, the more entranced she became. A small muffled giggle fell from her lips when he poked at the would-be suitor her father had picked out, and when he spoke about how the stage was developed for the "admiration of beauty" she furrowed her brows, knowing there would be a catch to what he was saying.

He was calling her up to the stage. Rosa. Her eyes widened in horror when he gestured for her to walk up the stairs. Oh no. She absolutely hated being around people, and was no less frightened of being in their full attention. On a stage. In the spot light. A flame of color fell over her cheeks and she stuttered out into a whisper, "I-I..um.." Not having the heart to decline the boy's offer, she allowed him to lead her up onto the stage. Standing there, she looked like a frightened animal waiting to be slaughtered. Of course..her father's friends probably would have done so.. Not in the violent physical sense..More like the ruin your reputation forever sense. Not that it really mattered.

She took sharp nervous breaths, a smile pasted onto her face. Turning towards Gilva, she glared, looking as if she was saying with her eyes, "You better have a plan and it better not suck."

[Eldritch]

Hello there, unfortunately due to the following issues I will need to intervene upon this thread.

-Rosa I have intervened upon your CS and listed the issues with it, please do solve them before continuing to RP.

-Due to your father not being an approved NPC with the kind of money and power you are speaking of, you cannot use him until he is indeed an approved NPC and as such this scenario is not valid.

Once these issues have been corrected PM me and I will remove this intervention.