[Sensual Scents] Experimenting with Smells

[Sigrun Dominic]

10th of Spring, 513 AV Sensual Scents - Nettle District, Orchid Lane Orchid Lane was beginning to feel like a second home of sorts for Sigrun, as the girl was beginning to frequent the area more and more due to her affiliation with Atta Sabot at the Flower Stand. The young blonde enjoyed the woman's company, as well as the flowers, and she found herself frequenting the area more and more. Today she decided to explore a little more of the shops within the area. After passing Wax Illuminations, she found herself intrigued by the store next door; Sensual Scents. "And what is that meant to imply?" she mused to herself, smirking as she entered the place. As a youth, Sigrun found little, if no interest in shopping. Whenever she was out and about in the city, she preferred to play with her little brother or her friend, Francis, rather than to scan stalls for gorgeous clothing, knick knacks, or other things that other girls her age seemed to love so dearly. It was only now, as she grew older, did she come to realize the appeal of shopping, or simply looking through stores, even. Sensual Scents was gorgeous. The owner of the place had an obviously wonderful eye for interior design. Beautiful, intricately embroidered rugs scattered the area as well as plush lounge chairs and couches. It almost made the young blonde weak to the knees and eager to sit down on one. The ambiance was simply amazing. The array of scents was surprisingly not as intoxicating as she'd expected, as well. They all seemed to envelop the room in a hint of sweetness and spice, something that suddenly made the girl feel hungry, for some strange reason. She slowly walked through the store, her eyes wide with genuine interest as she examined the many shelves holding glass bottles of different shapes, colors, and sizes. "Can I help you?" Sigrun turned towards the back of the shop, startled. She saw a young, fair-skinned man with a shaven head smiling over at her. She assumed he was the owner. "Dicen Avisna," he smiled amiably, "feel free to refer to me as Dicen." Sigrun stared at him blankly for a moment, before nodding slowly. She then burst into a chuckle. "Is there something funny?" Dicen smiled, raising a brow at her. "No, I'm very sorry," she shifted her eyes to the side and covered her mouth with her fingers, but her upturned cheeks betrayed her smile, "I just... I was just looking around and... I managed to stumble in here." "I see," the young man replied amusedly, "are you interested in testing any of perfumes, then?" Sigrun stared down at her boots for a moment before she looked up at him, shrugging. "I don't see why not." "Any preferences?" Sigrun smiled fondly, "floral scents." "But not the harsh kinds," she added swiftly. "I think you'll like Wood Rose, then," Dicen responded, as he moved towards the shelves and began to inspect them.

OOC noteThere's a list of scents in the location's thread, if you're interested.

[Bolivar]

Yea! I'm going to be a knight. Though normally having a more serious demeanor Bolivar was still feeling slightly giddy at all the aspects of what it meant to be a knight. The food was fine and the conditions were manageable. How long would he have to wait? Meh it didn't matter. This was fine and honest work. Similar to his earlier post in Sultros but with people that looked more similar to him. Now the trick was to learn how to speak to them. Up from his atop his trusty steed Bolivar was making his way through what the people of Syliras called the orchid lane. "Such a beautiful place. Hmm rather let me rephrase that. Boring is more like it." Looking at the area he was tasked to look after for today Bolivar kept a passive demeanor at what the Sylirans did with their time. "Hardly impressive." Though largely unimpressed and slightly bored Bolivar kept to that all to himself as his horse led him along. The slow walking horse had little trouble finding it's way through the streets. People parted seeing the horse before looking back at Bolivar. Surprise, fear possibly hate. The squire was slightly confused by the reaction. Hearing slight asides all around him Bolivar continued on feeling slightly distant. Was it because I am on a horse? Having a horse had various responses in the areas he had gone through before. Seeing a few giving his steed a pleasant look over the squire realized it was something else. After they saw the horse. Not his race, it seemed like the Isur were welcome additions. Rather it was something else. My hands. When they saw the markings they spaced themselves away from him. Realization was not always a happy occurence. "Hey! Lead that beast away from my flowers! He's going to eat the whole display!"

[Sigrun Dominic]

"Good, right?" "Mm, yes," Sigrun agreed, her eyes twinkling with delight at the scent of the perfume, "Wood Rose?" The young girl took another sniff of her wrist. Dicen had dabbed a bit of the perfume on it, and it was divine. It wasn't overpowering like she'd expected it to be; instead, it smelled like a fresh rosebud after a light drizzle of rain. "Wood Rose," Dicen nodded. "A bottle of it, please," she beamed. "Certainly." It was a wonderful scent that Sigrun felt matched her personality, and she was excited to start wearing it, and to have Atta smell it. As the young blonde prepared to pay the young man, she heard an outburst from outside that claimed her senses. "Hey! Lead that beast away from my flowers! He's going to eat the whole display!" Sigrun's eyes widened and she froze in place, her palms filled with mizas, and her other hand holding the bottle of perfume. "Excuse me for a moment," she grinned, handing Dicen the perfume before racing out of the shop, her mizas returned to her money pouch. Sigrun looked left and right, her brows furrowed, until she caught sight of little Atta waving her hands in front of a Squire on a horse. Sigrun suppressed a chuckle. "Atta!" The young blonde ran over to the Flower Stand and laid a hand on the old woman's shoulder. Atta glanced over at Sigrun, looking relieved, before scowling over at the horse. "I take it you hate horses?" she offered softly, smirking down at Atta before looking over to the man on the steed. "I'm very sorry, ser, but I'm afraid you're going to have to park that elsewhere."

[Bolivar]

Bolivar's less then noble steed was greedily munching on whatever got close to it's mouth. The rider on the other hand thought nothing of it as his attention was still center on the markings on his hand. However as the woman called out to the rider Bolivar blinked a few times in confusion as he got forced out of his self reflective daze. "What? What is the meaning of this?" Following the older woman's gaze Bolivar nearly lost his balance atop his mount as it then chose to partially bury itself inside the flower patch. Chuckling slightly Bolivar quickly gave an abashed look realizing what the fuss was about. Pulling slightly on the reins Bolivar's horse drew back slightly before going back forward into the flower bed. Giving a exasperated breathe Bolivar tried to find a good angle where to pull before hearing another voice enter the scene. Finding himself staring Bolivar was suddenly self-conscious as he tugged back hard on the leading ropes. His trusty steed got the memo finally as it went back a few spaces. "I'm sorry. I'm-" Pausing mid sentence Bolivar drew his attention to his horse as it looked to the side as if too look at him. Feeling the threat before hearing it Bolivar sat in shock in his harness feeling, seeing and hearing the horse letting out the closest thing to a growl it can do. It's lips quaked with insubordination as it reared up slightly much to Bolivar's surprise. Leaning on reflex Bolivar felt his harness move under him as it slid out of place on the horse's back. Leaning forward wasn't the right move to do. Feeling position slipping under him Bolivar leaned to his right side messing with his left stirrup before making a graceless leap to safety below. Still holding on to the leading rope Bolivar focused on keeping his mount tether before trying to scoot backwards to safety. Staring intently on the horse for a few tics Bolivar looked back at the new woman on the scene then at the one that she called Atta. "Sorry m'am I'm terribly green when it comes to beasts. I'll be out of your way." Finding his footing once more Bolivar sheepishly looked at the pair of them questioningly before shaking his head slightly. No that would not be very knightly. Though I'm not yet a knight... "Please forgive me. I feel terrible about this? Do you need anything of a knight in training?" Looking at Sigrun in particular Bolivar wrinkled with his nose for a tic before giving a somewhat disbelieving look. " Wha. What is that smell? Smells... different."

[Sigrun Dominic]

"I'm sorry. I'm-" Sigrun watched as the squire struggled to direct his horse, practically teetering to the very edges of his steed and barely managing to maintain balance. The young blonde pursed her lips in an attempt to mask her amusement, although the twinkle in her eyes revealed it all. She struggled to stop herself from grabbing the horse's snout herself and pushing it away from the precious poppies. Atta looked positively horrified as she eyed the half-eaten bouquets with a horrific expression. "Sigrun, oh Sigrun, please do something!" the old woman grabbed at the young girl's tunic, shaking her vigorously as she spoke, "my precious poppies!" SIgrun remained silent, smiling, her eyes staring up at the squire as he finally managed to steer his horse away from the flowers, much to the latter's dislike. Once the young man had wobbled off of his ride, she guffawed, unable to hold it in any longer. "Sorry m'am I'm terribly green when it comes to beasts. I'll be out of your way." "Yes, thank you," she nodded, her lips twitching. She observed the squire as he arranged himself in front of them. "Please forgive me. I feel terrible about this? Do you need anything of a knight in training?" Sigrun was prepared to respond with a shake of her head when the young squire took note of something else. "Wha. What is that smell? Smells... different." The squire turned to her. Sigrun deadpanned, immediately folding her hands behind her in a feeble attempt to be casual about the perfume riddling her wrists. By the looks of the young man's reaction, he didn't seem to agree with her in terms of the quality of the perfume she'd chosen. "Wood Rose," she coughed sheepishly, "I was... I was at the Sensual Scents, just looking around."

[Bolivar]

Getting laughed at was too much for Bolivar's pride. Getting shunned, being treated differently be can do but laughed at? The squire's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at his unfair treatment. Met with the almost shivering lips of the woman named Sigrun Bolivar pouted slightly before trying to give her a hard look. "Was that you that laughed earlier? I didn't appreciate that you know." The squire's face softened slightly shrugging at the notion he tried to force. He did not have the right to talk so rudely to a citizen of the city. "If it is any consolation you do smell better then the normal passerby. Take that however you want." Extending his hand Bolivar offered a formal introduction to go with his informal introduction. "Squire Bolivar of the Night Watch. Ser Breyan is my Patron. Before you ask no. I'm not part of the Knight watch." The slight joke on his lips Bolivar would soon learn that the term Knight Watch would soon be part of his description but that was for another time. "You were called Sigrun by the madame there correct?" Finding himself correct looking at the woman's eyes Bolivar nodded politely in reassurance. "Well shall I walk you back to the store Sigrun of the Wood Rose scent?" A slight twitch from his lips showed that the squire thought himself clever as he tried to drag his horse away from the flower stand. "You behave. I'm going inside for just a moment and I don't want you harassing anyone." Having a slight pep talk with his 'noble' steed Bolivar's eyes gleamed over as his eyes drooped at his realization. Why was he talking to his horse? It was not like the beast understood. Sighing slightly Bolivar found a post outside of the perfume store to tie down his horse to before heading inside. Leaving his horse outside staring longingly into the tasty looking flower patch. It was woman against beast as Atta stared hard back at the horse who showed only longing in it's large beady eyes. oocI apologize for taking a bit. I sorta took a 1-2 day's worth break from site.

[Sigrun Dominic]

"Was that you laughing earlier? I didn't appreciate that you know." Sigrun smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. She eyed him up and down carefully, finding him to be quite the endearingly comical person. He had incredibly soft features, akin to the gentle brush strokes of a painter attempting to mimic water. Sigrun found his face rather different and unique. She said nothing as he attempted to give her a hard look. To the young blonde it looked nothing close to stern. She took his outstretched hand and shook it, smiling amusedly at him as he spoke once more. "If it is any consolation you do smell better then the normal passerby. Take that however you want. Squire Bolivar of the Night Watch. Ser Breyan is my Patron. Before you ask no, I'm not part of the Knight watch." "It's nice to meet you, squire Bolivar," she nodded. "You were called Sigrun by the madame there correct?" Sigrun's smile faltered. She wasn't sure if she was comfortable with him calling by her first name. "Well shall I walk you back to the store Sigrun of the Wood Rose scent?" "Please," she said as politely as she could, "call me Dominic." They made their way back over to the perfume shop. Sigrun eyed the young squire's horse, effectively holding her excitement over seeing the steed, as she'd always been interested in horses and riding them. Her eyes twinkled with delight when the horse turned to look at her for a moment while Bolivar tied him up next to the Sensual Scents. "You behave. I'm going inside for just a moment and I don't want you harassing anyone." Sigrun giggled. She was tempted to comment on how he spoke to his horse, and how she so badly wanted to pet it, but decided on remaining silent until they had entered the store. Dicen looked up from his desk and smiled graciously. "I thought you were never coming back!" he joked, as he brought out the bottle of Wood Rose from underneath the table. The perfume bottle was stout around the bottom and grew thinner as it reached the tip. The deep red liquid swimming inside of it had permanently tinted the base of the glass bottle a light, rosy pink. "Of course I'd be back," she said, slowly approaching the counter, "your scents are absolutely amazing. The scent form of ambrosia." "Oh, that's far too much," Dicen swatted the air as he accepted the young blonde's payment. Sigrun turned around, holding the bottle proudly before Bolivar as she gazed over at him. "And what about you, are you interested in trying anything?"

[Bolivar]

Entering the store to be assaulted by a myriad of colors and sights Bolivar paused slightly surprised by what he saw. The place was lavish. No, lavish was just the tip of the iceberg this place was luxurious. Bolivar did not know much of Syliras but this area seemed to be one of the more successful areas he had visited so far. "Orchid lane was it? I can see why they call it such." Bolivar would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed. The mixed blood was starting to see why exactly some of the Sylirans devoted themselves to this type of profession. Starting but not entirely convinced. Breathing in the mass of fumes the store had to offer Bolivar for the moment saw the whole notion of learning these scents as a waste of time. Why did they even bother making more then just a set few? The store owner brought greeted Sigrun warmly while he brought out an already prepared bottle for her. Was she a regular? Listening to the pair's back and forth the squire smirked slightly at how familiar the two seemed. That was a new word. "Am-bro-shi-ah" Mouthing the word slightly Bolivar guessed it was a compliment of some type. Then it seemed Bolivar's turn to pay the man. Shaking his hand slightly trying to deter the man's offer. "I do not think that is for me." While his mouth said one thing Bolivar's eyes told the man otherwise. "Peon-y? That might suit me." Shrugging slightly at the play on words Bolivar raised an eyebrow at another label. "Forget-me-not? Forgot to label this?" Shaking his head Bolivar once again made it clear he was not interested. Rather he found himself curious why Sigrun was paying her hard earned coin just to smell different. "You normally frequent Orchid lane?"

[Sigrun Dominic]

OOC noteJust saw your OOC note! It's perfectly fine. I'm on a vacation so I can only post at night whenever I get back to the hotel, so I'm pretty patient!

"Orchid lane was it? I can see why they call it such." Sigrun glanced over at him with a small smile and a short nod as she examined her brand new bottle of perfume with twinkling eyes. Dicen was grinning from behind his counter, eyeing the two customers with interest. Sigrun turned to him as she placed the bottle inside the little rucksack fastened along her waist. The young man raised his forefinger and wiggled it back and forth, pointing first to the young squire and then at the blonde, smirking as he raised his eyebrows at her. The young girl furrowed her brows confusedly, until she realized what he meant. "Oh, no no!" she said breathily, chuckling as she waved her hands in the air. Dicen nodded his head and laughed softly. She turned over to Bolivar and watched him as he examined the perfumes and their names, giggling a little as he seemed to speak his thoughts out loud. "Peon-y? That might suit me." "Too feminine," she thought, eyeing the cylindrical bottle as the young squire held it up. "Forget-me-not? Forgot to label this?" Sigrun snickered and turned to Dicen, whoD shook his head in time with Bolivar, smiling to himself. Neither of them were quite sure if the young man was joking. "You normally frequent Orchid lane?" "Well, I suppose so, yes," she shifted her gaze towards the squire, "I work along here. For Atta Sabot, at the Flower Stand." Her lip twitched as she briefly recalled the old woman's encounter with Bolivar's hungry horse. "Sometimes I have her deliver some flowers here to decorate the shop," Dicen added, "but I believe we've never formally spoken until now, haven't we?" Sigrun hummed in approval, her eyes still set on Bolivar as she awaited his response.

[Bolivar]

"Oh that IS surprising. You just tend to the flowers and deliver them when asked?" Shrugging slightly at the description the squire thought he pegged the job correctly. Coming off as somewhat disparaging towards the pair of them Bolivar blinked slightly confused at the look Dicen gave him. Though if Bolivar was intending to be derogatory he would have added a "Is that all?" to the earlier statement. Still... his unashamed manner would indicate something for the pair to pick up on. "Good for you I suppose. If you are really committed to perfumes I have no problems with you then." Offering a slight reassurance to Dicen Bolivar put back the bottle labeled forget-me-not before staying silent. The squire was actually quite used to silences as he looked back at the woman that was still holding her ground against his horse. Though eventually she might deter and offer something for the horse to munch on. "Oh? You her daughter then? I cannot imagine you working for her unless you intend to replace her. I mean besides ...more subtle reasons I don't think you chose this right?" oocSry it's short