Araminta took this warning to heart, understanding fully that a new location too was worth being wary about. Gusteau’s grizzly murder spree meant anyone would be side eyeing a young woman of Araminta’s very looks. Being only freshly dead, the news could not have gotten out too far just yet. And if it had, that meant the Queen was likely setting up her next move and there was no telling the how, when, and where that was going to strike. It almost gave her a fresh churning to the stomach, Araminta just had to trust that they’d stay safe.
In his horsey form, the princess had no qualms at all anymore about being affectionately handsy. While she likely ought to have at least some shame about that too and remember this was still a grown man and not an actual horse! Not that it stopped her from giving his ears a good scritch and his muzzle a nice pat before taking up residence as a saddleless rider.
The riding was much easier now, between the trust for Theon and the practice of learning how to be attentive. Only the means of fae travel was the tricky part, still needing to close her eyes now and then when the passage of scenery made her feel a little dizzy.
Lucky for him he found no offense either with her nature to be a lot more handsy when he was sporting such a form. Never mind that he found it soothing and wasn’t about to make mention of it either. Or the way his chest cinched in a pleasant squeeze, deciding it was some weird behaviour that was never going to make a lick of sense. Not worth the effort of over analyzing either considering they had plenty of other things that needed their attention. Particularly making sure Ara was properly situated and him adjusting to get his bearings for the best direction to start the swift travel that made this form so vital.
Rather than spending days upon days traveling by foot, this was far easier. Getting from one place to another in record time. Unbothered by the vision that blurred by as it was so normal now that it hardly had a place to reference as odd within the confines of thoughts.
The place that was mentioned by Matilda still took at least an hour of swift travel to come too. Mostly finding the location as it was very much on the cusp of being a town over a village –likely a town but still shirking the official status because it meant more taxes would have to be paid- as the center of it had a large and tall office area that deemed it to be the town hall. With a neat main street that was cobbled in the form of main business and two taverns with inns attached that were meant to catch attention of those travellers. Although he wouldn’t stop in the middle of town, rather making a big arch around it to find somewhere safe and out of the way so that Ara could dismount and he was able to alter back to a humanoid shape so it wasn’t so strange.
Fae weren’t always accepted after all and he didn’t need more marks against his already tarnished and terrible reputation.
It always took Araminta a moment or two after dismounting to get her land legs back, so to speak. While the faerie travel wasn’t uncomfortable, it still had that measure of being just disorienting enough that her human self need those extra minutes to feel attached to the earth again. The second she did, her fingers were reaching out to claim Theon’s.
There wasn’t any good reason for it at this point. Araminta simply wanted to.
Regardless of the reasons for her travels, Araminta very much enjoyed that sensation of coming into a new place she’d never seen before. Larger than Theon’s home village, smaller than Essurn… no where near as large as the Imperial City. All it took was a little bit of mental organizing to be sure she behaved appropriately for the area. A town like this didn’t have the same familiarity as a tiny village, and there would be a higher chance for scoundrels and mischief making.
“For some reason I didn’t think Matilda’s friend would be in a developed town. Which is silly, I bet cerulean snail silk is quite a fine sort of resource for a master tailor.”
With fingers making their fit into his own, he hadn’t even second guessed the action. Only that his attention was forward facing considering the town shape by that of the variety of buildings. The line of its scape as it were, debating potentially what sort of beings would be present here. With it being larger, it meant more people within it. More likely the spread of news was made by those who put papers together rather than simply word of mouth. He wouldn’t be surprised to see a postal office in the place either considering his idea of it being a goods trade area was growing on the side of correct by each second.
“It may be something of a commodity.” Theon suggested as he began that forward momentum that would allow them to start walking towards the place. He wasn’t sure if someone would openly advertise whether or not cerulean snail silk was a thing or not. The village grown to town appeared to house likely some sorts that were closer to nobility than not. Although he didn’t see in their current location any sort of large abode that determined the place was governed by a noble body. That didn’t mean much, there very well could have been a viscount somewhere but they were the sort that liked to blend in that stand out.
There was no walls to the place so it wasn’t a fortified location either. With the chill of winter approaching as well, the outdoors had expressively less people standing around talking. Bustling certainly but no one was spending efforts with the gift of gab.
Not that he minded.
As they made it to the main street of the settlement, eyes were grazing over the variety of first shops. Only that he seemed to look towards the two taverns with inns.
The Sable Fawn and Bathhouse or The Mandrake Belly Tavern, were the two options. Causing him to point to each, “Perhaps stopping first to procure lodgings?” He asked Ara first seeing as she stated she wanted to stay potentially up to two days. “Then search for this Bo soul?”
Araminta herself likely should’ve considered what local nobility might be in charge of a place this size. She’d certainly written enough letters to many in the Imperial Kingdoms in her effort to confuse the Queen’s loyal allies, and a town like this would have to be under the purview of some sort of ruling body just to keep things from getting out of control.
Only she was far too intrigued with meeting this snail silk tailor and the curiosity of a new place to explore.
With Theon’s suggestion of getting a place for the evening first, she glanced upwards at the signs for their two options – and immediately pointed towards the one with bathhouse in the title, with the widest of obvious grins. While Theon did his best with heated water at the hut, there was absolutely nothing in the world like a big steamy bathtub. It was the one luxury and expense that Araminta willfully wasted all of their hard earned money on and would continue to leap at the chance of.
“That one sings to me! It’ll be nice to have a fancy bath right before bed don’t you think?”
If they had their temporary roots down then it would be a lot easy to move as easily as they could through the environment. So with the two places ready to be accessed, he left the deciding factor to that of Araminta. Left to watch while she gave the direction of finger to the Sable Fawn. Particularly because it had an amenity in it that he already knew she was likely to want.
Essurn coming back to mind and how she had been wanting a bubble bath. Although he didn’t think a bathhouse was going to allow that to be, he shouldn’t have even been shocked when her grin was coming into view. With him giving her a sort of I don’t know shrug when she asked her question that was probably a lot more rhetorical than seeking a reply.
Regardless, the choice was made.
Leading them through the wooden door into a front lobby that was furnished in dark colours of red, gold and chocolate brown. Sconces on the walls favouring the halcyon hues as a woman with more bust that should be legal seemed to look up from her ledger. She was obviously older by a good twenty years on them, as her springy curls were tugged back into a puff just behind her crown. With eyes of pale honey peering at them each through reading glasses. Her attire was made of silks and wraps that kept everything well in place but not looking the part of particularly gaudy.
Just that she tip-tapped painted fingernails upon the counter with a easy motherly smile coming to her features, “Welcome darlings, to the Sable Fawn.” Those eyes flickered over them each. Taking notes, “My name is Jasa, and I am the owner and host of this fine establishment.” Though her gaze seemed to shift a little bit to take more observing notes of them. Whatever it was she was thinking, she wasn’t saying.
“What can I help you both with? We’ve got a variety of things that will make your stay that much more comfortable. And of course, the bathhouse, which is our signature entertainment for most of clientele.”
There was subtle movement to the woman’s left that revealed a door behind that was likely for other employees, which appeared to have been momentarily other women. Why was he getting an odd sense about this place.
What a grand looking sort of Inn for a town! To have decor rivaling any noble house meant that this particular place must do very well in terms of frequent business. It also meant that it might be a little more expensive than Araminta was accounting for… she did want that fancy bath and was willing to pay for it, but there were limits too. Not wanting to force Theon into extra hunting just because she couldn’t go a few days without a tub.
In this second thinking, she’d almost forgotten it was her own job to do all of the talking on their behalf. Araminta snapped to quick attention, effortlessly bringing up her talking business smile.
“We’d like a single room, nothing extravagant, with intent to take advantage of the bathhouse. I’d like to pay with coin, but I am very interested in any temporary jobs you might have available to barter costs.”
If there was something strange here, the princess sure wasn’t picking up anything.
A grin moved sincerely over the woman’s face as she adjusted those of lenses upon the button perch of her nose. Diverting her attention then to Araminta seeing as it was clear he was not about to say a whole lot of nothing. As he would have been more than ready to sleep outside as was normalcy for him when working and well… practically all the time outside being at the hut. Nor did he really know what one sought or how Jasa was expressing signature entertainment. “Well I don’t know about extravagant but we’ll make sure it’ll be well within comforts.” Her eyes glinted in a playful way that was probably something they ought to both be aware of.
Nothing malicious just humoured. “I don’t think any temporary jobs we have would be very suitable for yourself, darling. Unless you are looking to make extra coin,” Jasa looked at him lingering breath on the air as if she was finally sizing things up. “I mean, we do always negotiate with the young women if they want to split costs with the establishment and themselves.”
Jasa seemed to take this moment as an invite to step out from her neat little clerk lectern. Coming around and stepping down that she only seemed to barely come up to the same height as Araminta. Just she was a lot more filled in at places that were accented by the cinch of silk at her waist.
“Seeing as your handsome friend here isn’t jumping to be all lovey dovey, I can guess you two aren’t a couple. Which works out well.” There was some giggles elsewhere that Jasa didn’t even seem to notice. “The employees here get a bit tired of the old men that like to come in and get pampered. I’m sure the gentleman here could use some due attention and well, if you aren’t opposed to the personal work then we could cut a deal. You have a nice figure, and a lovely face. You’d be a nice treat for those who come around often.” Jasa hummed, “I’d cut the costs about forty percent if you’d like. You aren’t afraid of scrubbing, are you?”
There was a certain amount of naiveté here that Araminta was going to be very embarrassed about later, where she was not picking up the hints and signs of exactly the sort of establishment this actually was. While she knew such places existed, it’s not as if she ever deliberately attempted to step foot in one, especially when they often made intentions clear with working lads or ladies making kissy faces outdoors! It never occurred to her that such places might operate under more elegant and subtle means.
So other than the curious sound of giggling staff, Araminta didn’t realize anything was strange here. To the contrary, she was finding this lady very amenable and pleasant.
“I’ll be fine with any little jobs and certainly don’t mind any scrubbing,” Araminta nodded her affirmation with her usual smile. “I don’t have long here in town, and I have some errands myself to do. But I can certainly work as much as I can.”
Jasa grinned. All sweet and warm at the way Araminta pointed out that she wasn’t afraid of any little ol’ job. Something he knew considering the tales she had told him already. This seemed to be just a fitting little addition even if there was something clearly not entirely right. Though he sure couldn’t put his finger on the why. “Long or not, you’ll do fine. So let’s get you all situated hmm!” Nodding with that grin, the woman spun around to hop back up to her lifted little clerk station. Seemingly that was the moment of allowance, for two other women came properly out the door.
Nothing about them screamed anything salacious. They were dressed similar to Jasa with silks and being neatly kempt. Looking the part of well established employees, “Let’s see here,” The hostess was looking to the right at a wall of keys. Fingers flitting over to stop at one.
“Oh not that one,” One of the girls, a mousy brown haired one spoke, “That room is far too small to accommodate the two of them.”
“Agreed, they should be closer to the bathhouse, you know,” The blond nodded, “Convenience. If our dear lady guest is going to help, then there’s no sense in making her walk so far!”
Jasa hummed and seemed to take these opinions in hand. Moving hand once more, “That one! That one.” The last girl declared brightly, wearing her black hair up in a twist. Pinned in place with two golden sticks. “Spacious but not crazy either. Plus it has the fireplace which well, after a hot bath, a hot fireplace is so nice.” Theon found himself looking between the three of them as Jasa snatched the key off the wall. Jingling it effectively like it was a bell for the others to all clap.
“Clover, Olive and Fiona.” Each girl was given a name by who had spoken first. “Well now, if you would just step up, darling. We will get your name signed into the ledger and well have—”
“Me! Me!” Olive raised her hand only to give up that ghost and come trotting down to plant herself readily beside, “Me! I’ll take them to their room.” Only signaling a whine from the other two. Spurring Jasa to a chuckle.
“Olive will take you to your room. If you have some errands to do, then I would suggest doing so sooner than later. The busy work happens in the evening and well,” Jasa once more gave them a look over, “We’ll be sure to make sure everything is fit for you both. And since you’re just going to be helping out, darling, we’ll make sure that the girls pair you off with those who aren’t so grabby.”
Olive giggled as she leaned closer, winking playfully. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll be in great hands.”
This Inn was turning out to be an adorable find, with the staff being joyously excited to have new guests – someone other than elderly men, apparently, which amused Aramina. They weren’t going to get much excitement out of Theon in the form of good travel stories, but at least Araminta would be happy to have a… curated chat. She was always happy to share her own stories and experiences, even if for the moment she’d have to keep some information to herself for safety’s sake.
She also wasn’t too concerned about grabby clientele. That was the unfortunate result of being a pretty girl trying to work in any sort of tavern and it seemed it wouldn’t be any different here in a place that felt much more upscale than the usual ale house. In fact, in Araminta’s experience, wealthy gentleman tended to think they could get away with a lot more simply because they were clean and had a pocket full of money. She had enough practice in dodging and polite turn downs that it would be perfectly fine. Especially if she’d be busy doing more physical chores.
“It’s Araminta and Ghost,” she instructed Jasa, resuming the means of keeping Theon’s names out of things for his sake. While she couldn’t stop people from recognizing him when they did, at least she could prevent giving out his name and risking it!
Turning her attention then to Olive who was going to be their bubbly guide.
“Ghost,” Olive repeated, “I’d say more like Romeo.” She fawned openly and he had to give a bit of a peculiar look to that of the eager staff member that had sidled up much to the whines of her fellow coworkers. Although the others offered their own amusement whilst the keys were handed over.
“Go on up and get yourself all settled in. One of the girls will come grab you later, Araminta.” Jasa stated before they were to be directed anywhere, suddenly turning to the other two, “Find her something nice to wear, I think we’ll be making some nice extra coin—” The sound of them trailed off as Olive insisted they climb the singular flight of stairs.
Directing her hand to the right, “We’ll just be going down this way. The room selected is very accessible to the bathhouse. Actually its only a couple doors away and flight of stairs down.” Theon glanced to Ara first before Olive seemed to gravitate more towards his side. Shortly intertwining her arms around that of his own. “So in the good hospitality of The Sable Fawn, I’ll be your personal attendant, dear Ghost. Here at the establishment, we typically let the folks select their preferred attendant but sometimes, just as a little treat, Madam Jasa lets us. And well, it’s been a good long while since we’ve had such pleasant company.” Bubbling along, “And clearly Miss Araminta has that in spades. You’ll do wonderfully tonight. So while one of the other girls comes and helps you get familiar with what we’ll be doing with the scrubs and bathing chambers, I’ll make sure Ghost here is properly cared for as well!”
She leaned in, “I also offer massages, just in case you have any bit of tension. After all, we are an all inclusive style tavern with many additional perks.” Voice lowered, “All you have to do is ask, or a stray look will be just enough.” Without a beat to be missed, they were then turning to the right at the bend of the hall that only seemed to have two rooms. One on either side, “To your left Miss Araminta. And your home away from home, will be just there!”
At least Araminta wasn’t blind to someone taking interest in Theon. Olive’s overt flirting was obvious for anyone to see, likely aided by Jasa’s correct assessment that they weren’t a couple. Poor Theon could dodge his title and his identity, but he couldn’t hide the fact he was an attractive man any more than Araminta could hide her own features. And unless he had something to glare those silver eyes at, he was always a quiet and pleasant presence. Basically sweet irresistible honey to any woman seeking herself a good companion.
The princess had a feeling she might need to rescue Theon at some point, but for the moment the girl’s flirtations were harmless. She was more concerned with glancing down at her own garments and pondering the need for the tavern to supply her with something nice to wear. Araminta supposed one’s travel clothing wasn’t exactly the sort of atmosphere for an establishment of this caliber.
It’d been a very long time since she’d worn anything special. The clothing Theon purchased for her was well made and comfortable, appealing to her style too which was grand. But there was something exciting about getting a chance to wear something for a unique occasion. A work uniform!
She did give Olive a bit of a squinting eye, just barely catching that whispered offer of massages… Araminta would definitely need to look out for Theon.
“We appreciate the care, it’s really not necessary to give us so much attention, though!” she mentioned, stepping to the door on the left and pushing it open to take a curious peek inside to see where they’d be making their home for the evening.
It was so strange to be flirted with. Surprisingly he wasn’t so daft as not to know the sensation, just it often in previous interactions had been due because someone wanted something from him. Typically to either get close enough to kill him or rub elbows with the Imperial Queen. To look the part of suitable consort that might be able to flex their influence in the courts that were under the eyes of a malevolent queen. Evidently, it had never panned out in the way they wanted. Be it he showed no interest, or they were missing in actions after a bit of time. Needing no further reason to understand why that was.
Olive was openly expressive and he was both highly uncomfortable and… well… curious. Not sure if anything she was saying was even remotely true but even he could be flattered to all hell apparently.
Either the cloak of doom that was ever present in his life was starting to minutely abate because he was traveling with Araminta and she was showing the better side of things, or he was genuinely showing intrigue. What it was, would yet to be determined.
As they came to the door that Olive deemed was their room, she giggled so sweetly. Clasping her hands once moved away from his arm. “It is actually. It’s The Sable Fawn’s guarantee. All guests will be treated like they are the one and only. It’s how we have so much business. It’s always nice to be treated a little like you are being pampered without it feeling like a dreadful obligation.” Her gaze opened after the beaming grin to peek up under lashes at him. “Plus, I do like to make sure everyone is satisfied.”
Theon warmed in the cheeks causing her to lightly gasp and then giggle behind fingers. “Oh so you are a big shy one. How adorable.” Tittering as he followed shortly indoors after Araminta to find the place was well, very much akin to the rest of the place. Adorned in the warm reds and browns with accents of golds being that of the four poster bed –with draping satin in shimmery bronzy gold- to that of the details of a pair of chairs around a small claw footed table. A hi-boy dresser with wardrobe to match, the only thing that was a different colour was that of the plush rug laying over a wooden floor in the colour of white. While in the very tucked right side of the room was a stone fireplace. Already stoked to provide a warm glow and iron gate before to avoid any sparks popping out.
“Now, when you want to go to the baths, this cord here.” Olive stepped in to motion behind the door to a long tassled rope dangling from the ceiling, “Give it two pulls and one of the employees will come up here to bring you a towel, slippers and a robe. Three pulls means you are ready for more and that can be discussed at the time the employee arrives. Of course, this may be applicable to Ghost while you are working Araminta. But I will be ready and absolutely available to make sure all the needs are met.”
Hands clasped before herself, “Until then, there is a wonderful café down the street called the Fluffy Kitten Café, that has some amazing food. Or you may want to look at our local library inside the town hall. Otherwise, please enjoy the village and of course, we are happy to have you here at The Sable Fawn.”
“Bo?” he spoke then and Olive’s head tweaked to look positively enamored by the means that he did speak. “A tailor in town. We were told to visit him. By the name of Bo.”
A finger tapped to cheek with thought, taking a moment before seemingly knowing the place. “Bogart Textiles. He sometimes frequents here for baths and scrubs from some of the girls. Haven’t seen him for a bit but he is in town. A few streets over to the east. Though it’s hard to get into the shop when his mother sends a new shipment of silk, just be forewarned. His silk is pretty expensive,” She gestured to the sash around her waist, “But some of the nicest stuff you will ever see. I can bring samples of some of his work… later.” She fluttered her lashes at him and it was almost like something clicked in his head.
Theon tilted his gaze and hummed. Not so much vocalizing a reply but sounding one.
“Otherwise, is there anything else you may be wondering about?”
Even Araminta wasn’t immune to the sights of Theon flushing, having to use all the willpower in her tiny body not to start giggling herself. To remain perfectly respectable about his feelings and not help embarrass him further. By the sounds of it, the service of this place was for certain an elevated sort that catered to deep pockets. …this was going to be so much more expensive than she bargained for, but at least Araminta knew she could work to pay for it.
Hopefully not work so hard that she would be too tired to actually enjoy the room! Their suite in Essurn had been wonderful, airy and comfortable, but this was by far a different level of comfort. A plush and pleasurable sort of atmosphere that Araminta hadn’t seen in a very long time. A tub in the room mean Theon could have all the privacy he needed if he wanted his own hot bath, while Araminta braved the more public spaces without fear of social conversation.
Olive turned out to be a bounty of information; while the cafe sounded interest, a library would be even more valuable if Araminta wanted to do some research for future trials. Most importantly, she seemed to know exactly who Bo was – Matilda’s son if it was safe to be assumed! And it was Araminta herself with the tiniest bit of silk to give him for his very expensive textile crafts.
“Oh no, you have been a wealth of information, perfectly so in fact. You may have saved us a great deal of time already.” Araminta confirmed with her usual smile. “I’ll see about what tasks you have for me as soon as we return.”
“Well now that’s good to hear. I do value putting in all the extra bits of customer service.” Olive suggested her services were because of care but if the sort of construction of thought that was coming together in his mind was true, he was guessing her kindness and hospitality was usually rewarded with tips. And he hadn’t missed the comment about Bo coming in to get scrubs from the girls. Which only made the woman’s suggestion of seeing silk examples later all that more obvious to him.
Tilting his attention to see whether or not the wheels were turning in Araminta’s head or not. Thus far, nothing was standing out. “Until then, just ask for me when you need something. Or one of the other girls will come collect you, though best remind them if they start thinking they get to stake the claim of mister here, that they best go on and shoo.” Olive reached out to put a hand to forearm. Smiling sincerely, “We’ll get to know another later hmm.” Squeezing as she slipped back and escorted herself out of the space. Leaving him to shut the door and sort of just look at it a moment.
Waiting a good moment before, he decided to try something that was admittedly a little out of his usual character.
Turning to look at Araminta, with an expression that exposed he was about to say something serious. Not to be taken lightly. “Would you be opposed if I interacted with Olive in ways that are adult?” Theon was trying to gauge just how much or how little Araminta had noticed about the place. “Do you also think it is a good idea to offer yourself as help here?”
Araminta’s mind was far too focused on plotting out how to arrange the rest of her day, though there was a tiny part of her also pondering how she was going to shield Theon from one very flirty, very interested Olive. Luckily, while Araminta would be working, Theon would be out hunting, so it probably wouldn’t be too much of an issue.
…or was it!
“Ways that are adult…?” He phrased it oddly, but Araminta figured it out quick. Unsure if she were more shocked or simply confused, either way she could feel that rising flush in her own cheeks. “Well it- I don’t think- …If you want to do adult things, you certainly don’t need my permission. I can… make myself busy elsewhere.”
Araminta felt it was too sudden for him to be interested in someone, although maybe she had made many unfair assumptions about him! Just because Theon was shy and socially avoidant, didn’t mean he couldn’t have still sought out company of a physical nature. It did seem to send some men into temporary madness if they didn’t get it often enough! At least Olive appeared to be as equally as interested, so Araminta shouldn’t be feeling even the slightest bit sour about it.
She was fine. It was fine. Theon could do what he liked, it wasn’t her business, and truly she wanted him to experience life in any way he pleased.
“I’ve worked in taverns before,” she reminded him instead of continuing along those thoughts. “Ones that were far less structured than this. The ladies here seem to be in good spirits, and the clientele for a place like this aren’t usually the surly sort. I expect they wouldn’t tolerate it anyway and can afford to kick troublemakers out when needed. I doubt anyone will notice me gathering up dishware or linens, anyway.”
He wasn’t about to be brutish about saying anything untoward. Though if she didn’t clue into his selection of wording he would have just stated it out bluntly. Thankfully that clever little mind was latching onto the commentary to where he was just waiting for her hopefully to pick up the rest in understanding. “I may not need permission, but it would be a bit of separation that would be new to our dynamic. I may not have been interactive in such ways for a while but I would not just go off and have sex with another person while you were left unaware.” Coming down to that blunt sort of unbothered statement once more that had also made him so impassive to her undergarment situation the day ago. “I would not entertain such things in a shared room either.” Not that he was actually considering it but he was trying to truly gauge out what Araminta was suspecting of this place.
Which was apparently not a whole lot. Leaving her to point out she had worked in tavern’s before. To a point that one hopeful moment he was believing she was catching on.
Till the mention of dishware or linens.
Earning a few blinks from him. “Ara. That’s not what they are mentioning about scrubbing. This is a place of relaxation that has the majority of female staff. That are flirtatious. Just because the establishment is homey, it is not common to have a bathhouse attached to such a place.” He wasn’t sure how to say it any politer. “I believe the side business here is a brothel.”
Araminta did not consider herself a prim and proper sort of lady, certainly not one that was easily scandalized by the very natural machinations of physical relationships. Even if she hadn’t been well educated to know what it was and what to expect, her time being a lone and singular traveler had given her plenty of experiences in hearing and even seeing salacious things.
Yet someone hearing Theon just blurt out the word sex with that usual straight forward bluntness of his managed to draw the softest squeak out a sound out of her. With the added shock of confirmation that she most surely did make some assumptions about Theon’s own experiences.
Unfortunately that was not the last of the great reveals as he very plainly pointed out this was a brothel. Every single thought flittered across her face, plain for the world to see. From that initial disbelief, to running over the past few minutes in her mind. …piecing it all together, until her faced flushed a bit brighter and she was standing there wide-eyed as possibly the most stupid, clueless girl in town.
“O-oh…!” it came out as a rush of breath, leaving her struggling to think!
What would she do? Should she decline doing any work here at all? It seemed so rude to have offered and put them all through the trouble of expecting her to be useful only to suddenly not! Araminta was a grown woman, she wasn’t afraid of people being flirtatious and physical around her. Right now she was incredibly embarrassed and a little bit scandalized, but that was more about Theon than the realization it was a brothel. Who said a brothel can’t be a nice place to stay, and if Theon was interested in spending time with one of the women, then she really shouldn’t get in the way of that just because this wasn’t the sort of place she was expecting. …right?
“I don’t… have to do their job. I can set boundaries and only do what I am comfortable with,” suggested Araminta, though maybe the tiniest bit unsure of it herself. “You may keep the company you want without needing to worry about me. I will be alright.”
The Imperial City had a particular side of itself that was notorious for the sort of arts that were entirely salacious and worked well with those who were entertainers of that type of thing. He knew of some that were entirely well established places that ran like a business. They had expectation of their clientele and it was usually a place that women went when they had nowhere else to go. They’d be lucky enough to go to a Madam that thought to have them treated well enough to make a good pay but still selling themselves for it. Knowing that an uneducated woman –even educated ones- sometimes fell that far that it was the only way for them to survive. He couldn’t agree or disagree with it because it wasn’t his place.
But there were places that were just entirely whore houses that didn’t care. Took no precautions and were known for being a literal place of diseases.
This place may not have started out as he was suspecting but the way he had slowly clued in to the way things were mentioned –not broadly but clear enough to get its insinuation-, Jasa clearly ran this place with purpose. It was still a place to say and take part of the bathhouse but it came with additional bonuses. The way it had been worded, a client could pick a particular employee they had a fancy too. And ask for services that were not on their typical regiment.
This was business and it was the way they ran it. But now he was concerned that Jasa had just agreed to let Ara come work with the belief that she was willing to do things that were well… probably not what a princess typicall would. It had been every bit his intention to expose that Olive’s attention on him was likely to be the same deal. Business related and as the Madam said, not the typical ones that came in. He was fresh blood.
Quietly waiting for her to do her own mental hurdles to get to where she needed to be, he wasn’t sure what was about to come out of her. Yet, as she expressed she didn’t have to do their job well he was relieved. Nodding to agree that she ought to be safe with herself first and foremost. “I will hunt and assure that this will not be expensive. Or make you do anything that is entirely uncomfortable.” Never would he allow her to put her morals on the line in such ways. However, it was the second comment that caused him to hesitate.
Mostly cause he wasn’t sure why the hell his thoughts just went into she doesn’t care? Such a random thing that made him double back and sort of just gawp figuratively at himself. Why would Araminta care what he did in that sense and why would he be bothered that she didn’t? “Okay.” That one felt loaded in ways that were obtuse to the point of just being a giant issue that had no way of being tackled. “Right now then… do you wish to go through the town. Or do you want me to go about hunting and leaving you to rest here as it would be a safe space.”
Araminta was all shaken up and she was having a difficult time of understanding why! At the very least, she should’ve caught on to the signs and clues so much sooner as it seemed so obvious now. In some ways knowing that Olive was an evening companion eased some of her concerns, as clearly the woman was after a commission fee… but that also created the awkward realization that Theon clearly knew this and had an interest!
It wasn’t as if Araminta had a problem with women working such an industry, as long as they were willing! Except now her head was getting flooded with images of him with the girl taking full advantage of a nice fluffy bed and big claw footed tub! She did NOT want to think about this!
“I would like to go make my delivery to Bo first and foremost.” she declared, still red in the face. Not realizing she was clinging to the strap on her bag for dear life. At least for the moment she needed to get out of this Bathhouse Brothel so she could get her head straight again. This was absolutely not a problem. Araminta was a princess. A grown adult. A woman that had faced monsters and scoundrels and murderers. It would be a breeze to weave her way around a few leery gentleman, and if Theon wanted to have a tussel with a pretty girl then he was allowed to do that without Araminta behaving like some fussy prudish hen.
“You don’t need to come with me, if you’d like the privacy here without me nearby.”
All it took was a few words from stating she wished to go see Bo to accomplish the means of getting the silk that Matilda had given to be delivered, and the paired on fact that he was apparently about to go frisking up the entire place in a manner of seconds that spurred a sort of muted disbelief. Guessing that her sudden insistence that he was somehow a peddler of women or flesh that it warranted the means of him being pushed to stay here. “Alright.” Just he was hardly the one that was about to go doing any of that.
While he had been curious, he had no actual intention of going about the efforts of being all frolicsome with Olive. She had been vocal stepping stone to the thoughts he had about the place and using her manner of voice and suggestion as an added clarity. However, it seemed by Araminta’s new logic, there was little reason for him to decline.
“I will be here then when you return.” Side stepping as he wasn’t about to suggest she ought to take him along for the means of protection. She was smart with a sense of good intuition that would keep her on her toes. Especially with them both knowing that it would only be a matter of time before that of the Imperial Queen unleashed her next trick. Though he would at least wait till she was out of the place before he would decide to do as he originally intended by hunting. Knowing he wasn’t about to take her with when they both knew she had a gentle heart when it came to the means of capturing the prey meant for resources and selling.
This would work out better anyways, they of course did not need to be stuck to another like moss to a stone.
“I’ll take my time so you might… so you will not be rushed.”
And that was about all Araminta could say on the matter, brushing past Theon quickly to the door, where she had to pause herself long enough to give him a higher-than-normal pitched I’ll see you later before she was practically scampering down the hall in her speedy escape. Out to the lobby where Jasa got only the quickest of polite smiles, on to the town street where she chose a direction to walk before she even stopped to think which one she actually needed to head towards.
The crisp air seemed to be doing little for soothing the heat in her face, although now it was less of an embarrassed flush and more that she was just…. angry! Araminta was angry! And what even for, she wondered? Crossing her arms and scoffing to no one. She should’ve recognized what the place was, for one. Here she was, thinking she was so intelligent and smart, missing obvious clues left and right to make a proper fool of herself! There was a certain amount of naiveté she’d thought she’d grown past – those women were probably having a good giggle about her, and she certainly deserved it.
As for Theon… he could have clued her in sooner if he was aware so quickly! Though could she even truly put blame on him, she so often behaved as if she knew everything, it’d be easy enough to make those assumptions about her the same way she hadn’t thought he’d ever had relations with a woman before. Of course, it really just proved how much of a fool she truly was, as surely even someone as guarded as Theon would’ve at some point attempted to make connections as a young man and a brothel full of harlots would be the safest way to do so without fear of being murdered – you don’t get paid if you kill your clients!
Araminta stopped her angry marching to sigh heavily. She didn’t have any right to be as mad as she was, at least not directed at Theon. Surely him being comfortable enough to reach for someone was nothing but a good thing.
Now if she could just get rid of this awful feeling of wanting to scream!
Finally taking a look around to properly get her bearings, with no doubt the most unapproachable scowl on her face, Araminta set to looking for the Bogart Textiles. She was going to give that man a bundle of snail silk and then go work for harlots. A perfectly acceptable afternoon.
She hoped Theon enjoyed his. With only the tiniest of bitter sentiments about it.
He might have asked what she meant by rushed but the entire word was being employed for a manner of seconds she was leaving the room as though hell itself was cracking open at her feet! And he was able to take her swift escape as a sighing motion on his part to know she was implying him to be a loose and deviant being that needed time to get the squeaking springs moving. Not even sure why she thought he would do so but suspecting that because he didn’t outright say he had only used Olive and himself as an example to what the place was, she was going to assume things.
Though, it made a large question mark in his head why he was so bothered that she was seeing him as some sort of floozy anyways. They were both adults and in all fairness, it wasn’t as though he went off gallivanting at every opportune moment to complete the horizontal mumbo. He had been with her or by himself for the past while. Pairing on the fact that most people either spoke about him in a well deserved disgusted tone, or attempted to outright kill him or her, this wasn’t exactly something he had done all the time.
Still, he couldn’t be upset for something that was just strange. Regardless, he wasn’t about to go trotting after Olive anyways. If something happened, it would have to be natural. And not him scouting after her with his nose to the floor like a dog waiting to find a bitch in heat. Right now he had things to do in which was procuring a means of funds once more as not to leave the burden of any payment strictly to Araminta. That wouldn’t fly and he wouldn’t encourage it anyways. Plus, it would be the best time to do so while she went to speak to Bo about his mother’s cerulean snail’s silk.
Leaving the room to retrace his way back down the way they had originally come, Jasa was present at the front. With a collection of new employees that all seemed to be getting themselves prepped for the likely busy upcoming time. Though he gave a proper nod in a movement that was to departure, the madam made a motion for him to stop. “You have your assignments, go on now.” She ushered the gaggle of gawking gals away so she could come back down from her little clerk loft to approach. “The little miss trotted off so quick prior, I didn’t get to ask her if she had anything nice to wear under her clothing.”
Theon blinked a moment before slightly furrowing his brow, “She is not a lady of the night, Madam Jasa.” He put forwardly catching her off guard a moment. Hand pushing to her clavicle before she chuckled a little. Unsure if it was just a sound made or if she was embarrassed to have it stated as such. “Nor did she realize what she was agreeing too when she made the offering of working.”
“O-oh? I thought… Well,” Jasa adjusted her weight to one foot to make her hip pop. Suddenly looking at him like he had just become a new person in a manner of seconds. “I mean it isn’t proper business to go about announcing ourselves as courtesans. Not all people that come here to stay partake in the services these girls are practiced at doing, Mister Gh–.”
“Theon.” He gave his name properly this time and watched as she seemed to take that in with a slow… s l o w understanding. Till it connected and her eyes went a bit large around the edges. “I am not here to discredit your services or even shame them. I understand the various reasons for why establishments such as this are around. And for one of this particular caliber, I can guess rather successfully that most of the young women in your care are here because they had a one reason or another. While it may not be the most glamorous of work, it is clearly safe here. With rules, expectations for both them and the people you serve. However, Araminta is not one who has that sort of experience from my knowledge. And I do not think she would have volunteered so quickly had she known. Her intentions are genuine, so if there is a way that she can still help but not be expected to provide services that are for no lesser word, sexual by touch or expectation, then I would be appreciative.”
Jasa was just watching him then. Before she hummed loudly, “Well now, colour me surprised.” Fingers twirled on that of wrist before she made shoulders dance. “Of course, I’d never expect anyone to do something they are uncomfortable with. As you stated, this is a safe space that I take great pride in ensuring all my employees are properly taken care of. Guests as well. I can see you take her safety as a high priority and it is no business of mine either why. I am sure we can find things for her to do that doesn’t compromise her either. However, that does butcher some of my thoughts for payment.” Shifting her grasp to rest on hip, “What can you do that will correct this misunderstanding?”
“I am currently going hunting. I am sure with the winter months approaching, even your establishment could do well with a stock of both animal meat and their by products. Such as the fat for material purposes. If not the furs should they be tanned by someone at your discretion.” The woman hummed with a bit of interest.
“Suitable though I will have to see what the kitchen thinks firstly.”
Theon gave her a bit of a look down, “I will leave that to your discretion then. I will be back in some time Madam Jasa. I trust that our conversation will be kept on a disclosure.”
“Of course.” She smiled then, “Though I would highly suggest you take part in some of the services that were offered. It is not often we have a Prince come through here.”
“And I doubt it will continue to be that way. Thank you Madam Jasa.”
Araminta had to walk herself in a wide circle down several streets to find her way back to where she needed to be, heading east a few streets to find the Bogart Textiles. At least in this long walk she was able to simmer down her temper to something a little more manageable. Feeling foolish over a misunderstanding would pass with time, whatever those surly feelings were about Theon, they too would eventually be wrangled under control. Hopefully the moment she saw him relaxed and happy–
–and that gave her a twinge of annoyance all over again. She should be happy if Theon was happy, end of story.
Stuffing those feelings down into a box to kick around later, Araminta set her attention to the fancy town building that had the business’ scrawling script. Rather impressed that the old woman in her tiny little hut in the forest outside of Neive might have a son with such a flourishing and very clearly popular business. It surely explained why the woman had so many blasted linens to wash if she were weaving up beautiful silks to be made into designer garments. With so few snails, the pieces must’ve been rare and valuable indeed.
Araminta took a moment outside to tap her cheeks and bolster herself up for the interaction. It wouldn’t do if she came into the shop furious about something else. There was an art in itself in talking to people and making connections.
Once she felt sufficiently calmed down to at least be a sparkling conversationalist, Araminta finally dared to have a step into the shop to have a curious look around.
The shop itself was rather simple compared to what most tailor shops could be. Although it was still clear it did alterations and creations of various items due to the shelves at the very back of the store that were clustered with all sorts of fabrics. Squared off into quadrants of clothing instead of racks. The very shelf was complimented by an arrangement of upright shelving that had various spools of thread prepared. Seemingly arranged in the means of an rainbow configuration while a man that was rather tall and reedy looking, appeared to be currently looking through the very spools.
A mannequin of both masculine and feminine styling had been posed just before a small work table.
Each posed in some sort of articulated manner that was supposed to be an imagery of the male figure flattering the female. With said latter looking the part of coy lady that was enjoying the attention. Baring a skirt that appeared to have the working of handstitched patterns upon the skirt line that was complimented in similar design of a vested doublet upon the mannish statue to add the imagery that this was an arrangement of attire that was being designed together. A set rather than separate pieces. Although the posed figures of wooden variety were not sporting much else. Yet.
With the chiming metal bells pronouncing the arrival of a new patron, the man turned on the balance of heels to look upon the woman.
And almost immediately seemed to be aware of whom she was. Likely due to a descriptive letter that had come from Matilda. To be fair, Araminta had a certainly level of exotic loveliness that was hard to replicate outside a few shared features that well… had been other ladies downfalls at the hands of a wicked terrible being.
Sliding hands over a measuring tape that had been hung around that of neck like some strange neck tie, Bo raised the sandy blond brows at the woman. “I was starting to think my mother had lied about a woman that had been in my grandfather’s old hometown and been smitten with her little snails.” He offered her a small smile while his features appeared to share similarities close to Matilda to prove there was familial connection. “Araminta, yes? It’s not often the mail arrives faster than people do, but in this case I think that is beneficial you took some time to appear. I don’t think I would have been so receptive to a woman appearing with my mother’s silk had she not written me to tell me of your eventual arrival. You do have the silk?” Seemingly he was akin to mother where the means of idle chit-chat wasn’t on his plate of things to enjoy.
Araminta could not hide her surprise that he’d recognized her, though his explanation quickly eased that wonder. Offering him a warm apologetic smile even as she was pulling her bag to her side and flipping open the flap to retrieve the silks she’d wrapped up carefully to protect them.
“There were… a few incidents that delayed my trip here. I’m sorry that it took so long to make this delivery! I wasn’t aware of how precious it actually was…” she answered, presenting him with the neatly wrapped parcel of silk. Honestly, the fact that it hadn’t been stolen or lost somewhere along the way truly was a good bit of luck for them all.
Once he took the silks, she was back to peering around at the store itself. Curiously inching over to the mannequins, where a beautiful piece of work was well on it’s way to being something fantastic. Once upon a time she wore gowns like this everyday, and while a simple pair of trousers did make running around all that much easier, Araminta very much missed the way she felt when she was dressed in something truly beautiful.
Of course, now it had her thinking about what the ladies back at the bathhouse had meant to dress her in. Likely not the innocent sort of dress she’d originally been assuming!
“I had a thought of purchasing something to be made, but it seems that the sort of finery you make here isn’t meant for wildling girls taking on dangerous trials,” she added with a soft sideways grin. Better to focus on the here and now. “It is beautiful, though. Do you get a lot of silk from the snails? They must be studious little things!”
“Typically it’s not so vital that I’d be fussed about silk showing itself whenever, but I had a recent order for some finery’s that made this one a little closer for comfort. However that I know is hardly fault to you. Just how things went.” Bo offered an authentic smile whilst taking the offered package swiftly. Bringing it about to open and removing some of the soft fabric to consider with a scrutinizing attention. Feeling it between thumb and finger.
Keeping his focus present on the young woman without hovering.
“Usually things here are made for those who wants to show off. Typically liking beadwork and handstitched apparel that declares a sort of fancy that doesn’t travel well.” Casually he made a generalized motion at the posed figures. For evidence of his statement. “That isn’t to say I would not be able to do something if you wanted it. My mother surely expressed that you were welcome to ask for something for delivering this bundle rather than herself. She’s not so young that the means of travel is easy on her. I’m appreciative that you brought it when it could have easily disappeared with a person of lacking scruples.”
His mother had made a decision to trust this woman. And it paid off. It was only fair that she be fairly compensated.
“Depends on the snails. If they are fussy, they don’t produce the silk. More akin to children, they can be problematic. However since my mother learnt they liked to eat slime, they’ve been producing the silk at steady intervals. Once every few weeks from my knowledge. But to make a solid bolt that you’ve brought, this likely took four or so months.” Bo paused to give her an almost incredulous stare, “Sometimes the silk doesn’t come out white as this, I’ve seen it come out green before. It’s less soft and more suitable for netting if I am to be frank. But works well as embellish pieces.”
He stopped then entirely, “So in this all, I am open to creating something new for you. Even for wilding. If you would like.”
Four months to make a single bolt of silk and then poor Matilda would have to travel so far to deliver it! It truly was such a valuable thing they had been casually traveling with! The man would’ve had every right to be furious about it’s delayed arrival… although she supposed Matilda would also have no idea about Theon’s speedy steed. Araminta wasn’t too delayed. Then again she wasn’t sure how long she’d spent in a dungeon either!
She didn’t want to think about that either. There were a whole lot of things she didn’t want to think about at the moment.
“My friend and I need proper winter clothing…” she started, unsure of making the suggestion at all. Crossing her arms gently as she took a glance about the place again and trying to ignore that creeping feeling that it wasn’t practical to have anything nice at all. At least not when she was going to be spending all of her time getting chased down by monsters and rolling around in bogs and slime lakes. her own clothing could last a while yet. It was Theon currently dealing with the issues of a threadbare tunic and she doubted that was comfortable under all that armor.
“A tunic, I think, for a man with shoulders that-” Araminta unfolded her arms to hold out her hands for an example of the broadness, wrinkling her nose as she thought about it. He was likely shirtless right that moment! Seems she might be bringing him fresh clothes to change into!
Lithe fingers raised to groom themselves upon chin. Thoughtful at the mention that herself and a friend were looking for that of proper winter clothing. Leaving him to scan the recesses of his mind before stepping down from his current perch. Leaving the packaged silk upon the work table so he might indicate with a beckoning two fingers that were not making their contemplative scratch to follow him. Stepping along through a narrow doorway that was more akin to the tailor shop of Ester’s.
With various garments arranged mostly by gender then colour in that of racking. Made articles that were both outlandishly garish and items that were modest for typical wear. Things that were done either on a whim for ease of purchase or made but the person either denied wanting them, or never completed the purchase.
“Browse here, there is certainly a lot that may be useful.” Bo then paused as she made a mention of a tunic for a man that was as her arms unfolded, broad. “It may be better for him to be here to do so. Without knowing how long his torso is as well, I could make something but it may end up being too short. Unless you want to gamble and see if you can find something as well within all this. Otherwise a proper measuring would be the best idea. To assure that it is tailored correctly. I would say with the cost of the bolt you brought,”
The man twisted in place to look out the doorway, calculating out a price. “You could functionally get one set of winter attire and maybe pants and a shirt for the other. Depending on your taste, of course.”
One always knew when they stepped into the den of a master crafter, as people who loved what they did tended to do it with such passion and frequency that there was an ample supply of the very thing they made. Regardless of whether or not a piece would be sold, they would be made and made and made until that very crafter no longer had the funds to support it. Bo was most certainly the sort that spend all of their time creating and Araminta could see the love of his work as she very meekly stepped over to one of the racks for a little browsing.
It was hard to put a finger on exactly which unsettled feeling had her so rattled that she wasn’t enthused as she wanted to be in having a chance to shop and explore through all of these clothes. Araminta was regretting deeply having told Theon to stay behind… and while she wanted to believe it was simply for convenience sake so he could be here for sizing, there was a tiny voice in the back of her head saying some fussy things about keeping him away from pretty girls.
It was too late now. If he were there, he’d likely say he didn’t need anything at all and insist it all just be for herself, anyway. Best that she try to find something for him herself.
“I should be able to take it in myself with the sewing if I err on the side of potentially too large for him…” she mused out loud, taking a quick look at Bo. They weren’t really the same sort of sized man, but Araminta could guestimate pretty well. “All I really need for myself is a good cloak.”
It might have been blunt but watching this woman suddenly mention a man only to rescind the means of knowing it likely was better to have one sized correctly, he wondered, “This is someone you have feelings for and they are unaware then.” Bo pointed out, “While I am not opposed to people having to alter my things, it makes me question a little if this is supposed to be a gift for a gentleman that you fancy. Hence the want to have it prepared now but not bring him in to alert to the gift.”
Whether or not he was correct didn’t particularly matter. Only that he seemed to step forward to move along the racks with a familiarity. Feeling along the items and giving her a bit of a look. “A good cloak goes best with proper gloves and boot linings for winter. It may not get as chilly as some places, but loosing ones fingers and toes is never a fun thing.”
By the way her face colored, Araminta wouldn’t have needed to say a thing to confirm Bo’s suspicions. Her nose wrinkled up and her mouth twisted to the side, all while she’ kept browsing looking for something, but still not surely exactly what.
“You are not incorrect. He is someone I care deeply about, though he’s stubborn… He’ll not get something for himself even if he needs it, if he thinks there are things I need more. There’s no reason why we can’t take care of us both…” The last part was more a grumbled statement to herself, and likely not information he needed to know. Prompting the princess to take in a deep breath to try and get her surly mood back under control before this poor tailor ended up involved in an entire rant of her personal nonsense!
“That sounds more than fair to me, boot linings and gloves too. I think-” she paused to glance down at her current set of boots with a small frown. Her better pair – not that they were better by much – were likely buried away with a women that died far too soon. What she had presently was an old set of ratty shoes that were barely considered boots, something she had stuffed away in her pack as there was no sense in throwing something out if you could still use them. They weren’t going to get her through the winter, let alone hoofing it on the trials!
“…I am going to have to get proper shoes too. It seems I am growing a very long list.”
Bo hummed as if he knew it all with just a single line of commentary. Paired on the fact the woman’s features had warmed up like a ripened strawberry. “The sort that is a known provider that gives till there is nothing on his back because that is a protective mentality.” The man casually said this as if it was just a mere remark about the weather. “All the more reason that the lady that notices these things takes care to balance them out less she have it all and the man is content to be without.” The tailor seemed to reach into a racking to pull something out of a purplish gray colour.
Offering it to Araminta as just a passing motion, nothing more. Filling the means of nonchalance as though they were browsing everything rather than something deeper.
Only that as she began to mention that the fairness of the offer, eyes went down to where she looked. To the things that were better called rags than shoes. “There is a cobbler not far from here. You stated you know how to sew, then if you want. I have things that could use alteration. Help me, and I’ll get you a new pair of shoes because I have no time currently to alter the things that have come in. Plus the company is good.”
At the soft item of purplish grey she gave an approving little hum, almost even brightening a bit in appreciating the color. Appreciating too that Bo had a nice calm temperament to him and a soothing sort of way of speaking. At least he understood the sort of trouble Theon was putting her through with all of his stubborness! The man couldn’t just keep giving her everything he had and not take care of himself too. They’d end up with Araminta bundled in layers and layers of furs while Theon was freezing his own toes off.
“I am well trained with a needle, as any lady should be,” she affirmed with that sudden smile. “I can sit and do as much sewing as you need. There’s nowhere I need to be just yet.”
In fact, Araminta quite liked this idea, enough that it straightened her up a bit to more seriously start looking for anything suitable. Chores for Bo would keep her away from the Bathhouse for plenty lengthy enough of a time for Theon to do as he wished with Olive, with whatever silent words and handsy pawing they were doing. Steamy bathhouse scrubbing and torrid giggling.
She had to stop thinking about it! Sewing. Sewing. Sewing. Winter clothes, sewing, boots. That is all she needed to be concerned with right now. When she returned back to the Inn she could worry about her tasks for Jasa then.
“…I should get started on that sewing now, actually. The sooner I start the more I can finish.”
And the less she would be thinking!
At the corner of mouth did it pull into a reserved sort of smirk when she mentioned being well trained with a needle. Though something about her suggestion of not needing to be anywhere just yet may have been a hint of avoidance. Not that he could actually say nor was it any of his business too anyways. “Alright, depending on the work you do. We may be able to barter more than just shoes.” Bo inched fingers out in a beckoning once more that would make them leave this particular spot of the store.
Inviting her the workstation he had been when she first entered and motioned to the singular cushioned seat that was posed just behind. “I’ll bring it all over we’ll let you work while I try and put together this ensemble for a… lovely young lady.” His words were snide as he looked at the figures posed. Apparently he wasn’t a fan of the woman but he did find some nobles to be particular insufferable.
Especially ones who thought they knew everything.
Knowing she was going to be plenty busy with her hands helped perk Araminta up all the further. Araminta did enjoy being idle and doing a whole lot of nothing when she could, but when her head was spinning with too many things all at once in a flurry of mixed up emotions, could bes, should bes, an what nots… well. Some sort of physical task was necessary to help her arrange and process it all.
Or in this case, her attempt to not think at all!
Araminta made herself comfortable on the stool he’d pointed out for her and got herself familiar with the items and tools laid out. Since it was Bo’s workspace, she wasn’t about to rearrange anything and make a mess for him to fix later. She simply made sure what she needed was within reach.
“Is it meant to be a matched set for a special event?” she asked curiously as he examined his work. “There is a romantic charm to it. I bet they’re going to look grand once it’s finished.”
As he brought out a few items that would need to be adjusted or mended in ways to make them suitable for wear once more, he didn’t say too much. Merely pointing out what was what and what needed to be done. Eventually gravitating over to the limited wearing figures to look at. Glare at rather.
“Some sort of posh bridal event that this particular woman is the sister in law to the bride. Wanting to be important but not realizing that the event is for another rather than herself.” Bo flicked his hand through the air, “She’s a gutter trollop truly but I do like the challenge to see if I can make something fantastical without upstaging the bride or groom. It is proving to be a task.”
The man frowned with a clucking tongue. “Some people truly are so invested in their own minds that they fail to see their own noses. In tailoring, you see it often.” Eyes glimpsed over his shoulder with a scowl, “Or they have unrealistic expectations that others are just supposed to know without ever asking or saying anything. It’s truly irritating and I’d love nothing more for those particular souls to be thrown out the door. You’d think communication was the greatest evil of all time, I swear. Customer service be damned,” Bo lingered in his state of budding annoyance before chuckling. “Mind you, I say this as if I don’t need the coin to feed myself or my family.”
Once she’d had her list of instructions and work set out before her, Araminta was quick to get to her task. Being able to thread a needle like a pro and knowing what it took to make proper stitches. Embroidery and sewing were one of those skills that her mother insisted all women needed to know, royal or not. Some of it Araminta knew came from the woman’s own upbringing on a farm, but it’d been proven as a popular topic of the noble women when Araminta was old enough to socialize in those circles. Her brothers would be outside getting thwacked with training swords, while she and her sister were trapped stabbing their own fingers to make cute little cross stich flowers.
Araminta hated sewing. But one had to be grateful when a skill came in handy!
“Those born in noble houses often have very little to do, they grow so bored they try to create entertainment in… unfortunate ways,” she added on, busily focused on her current stitching. “Especially the ones that have title and wealth, but no land or responsibilities to over see. So they’ll spend all of their time at social events or at the royal court, seeing what they can stick their hands in.”
Really, she could have ended up being one of those herself. Araminta knew she had a very bad habit of meddling into things and often not just by accident. She’d already become a wrecking ball to the twelve kingdoms and to Theon especially. So she honestly shouldn’t be speaking at all on such subjects, Araminta was the very example of problematic nobles!
“At least I understand why communication is so difficult…” she uttered, pausing for a thoughtful moment. “Sometimes you’re not sure yourself how you feel or what you’re wanting to say. Then by the time you come around to figuring it out, you’re in an entire mess and don’t know how to get past it.”
“That I know. You’d think with all the sorts of hobbies there is in the world, they’d pick one up. Besides seeing how long their noses could be so they can stick it where it may not or should not belong.” Bo huffed airily at this very statement. Shortly sidestepping as he reached to rub fingers over the doublet’s piping. Debating something unmentioned, “Sometimes I find that people believe they know something simply because they see something before them. Yet as the tailor, to have someone who can’t tell me the difference between satin and chiffon suggest that what I do is little in comparison, well… it grates. Especially when they simply assume. Looking at something is not the same as doing something.”
The man shook his head, “I am no cook by any means. I wouldn’t know how to season a dish besides salt and pepper. My wife is a cook but she is no seamstress. Yet if I was to come into the kitchen with the belief that what I seen someone else making without knowing the details of what they were using and try to tell my wife how to do it, well…” He looked at Araminta, “I am sure it wouldn’t need to be explained.”
With a turn he wandered back towards that of the shelving of fabrics. Running fingers along to eventually selected an bolt of fabric and pull it out. Bringing it to lay on the table so he could start measuring as much as he thought necessary. Listening to the girl when she expressed she understood why communication could be so difficult.
Pulling a good bit of fabric so he could find the fabric scissors for cutting. “Ah but that’s the problem in itself. When you figure it out and you think it is a mess, you are in your own mind. Fussing about the right way of making it so perfect to explain when it’s just as easy to say, I’m sorry but I need to say this. And then say it. I have a four year old daughter. The biggest thing myself and my wife have impressed up on her is, even if its hard to say. You need to say it if it is hurting your head or heart. It may hurt even after but part of growing up is knowing that not everything has to be perfect. Not everything can be and you will be able to help yourself a lot more even if honesty is the hardest thing. People can forgive mistakes, they cannot forgive silence.” Bo seemed to know this before looking a fleeting second at Araminta. “I may have made my own bed because she is so very quick on telling her mother when myself or my son have an extra treat off the baking pan when my wife told us not too.”
Araminta erupted into delighted laughter at the very thought of the man and his child off sneaking treats and getting tattled on by a daughter taking advice a little too much to heart. How lovely to know that Matilda had a flourishing family with grandchildren too! She bet they very much loved to visit her tiny home with her little corral of sweet cerulean snails. While his mother was a bit cantankerous but genuinely kind, Bo himself was turning out to be wonderful companion as well and very much deserving of the successes he’d had so far.
“I’m sure I menaced my parents with everything they ever taught me… and continue to menace all those that I meet,” she chirped with good humor. Well… as much as she could have as long as she didn’t start thinking too deeply about those familial relationships that were now all gone.
Which brought her right back to the present and the other thoughts she was trying to avoid. Sighing softly to herself as she finished up a closing stich to snip the thread with a pair of scissors and to hold the first of her finished items.
He wasn’t wrong at all that it was better to outright say things rather than holding them all back for the perfect moments. Araminta and Theon so far had communicated clearly and well… with a few blunders here and there, but that was just the natural evolution as they’d gotten to know each other and how they operated. She’d felt so off kilter now simply because she’d made assumptions about Theon over things they’d never talked about before, and she didn’t have any standings to be mad at him… or at all about it.
…and if she were honest, those little niggling feelings of being upset were maybe, maaaaybe a tiny drop of jealousy. Again, something that was not Theon’s fault. That was all Araminta as somewhere along the way she’d just decided they were an inseparable bonded pair, even though she kept telling herself that she wanted him to grown into his own and find a lovely family and have his happy life.
She really was the worst sort of noble woman!
“If you don’t mind my asking, how did you meet your wife? Did you know she was the one for you when you met her?” she asked curiously. For no particular reason. Already picking up the next garment to work on it’s adjustments.
“It is a burden we bare as parents. Teaching the children something you think will benefit them. Knowing it will only for it to come back at you tenfold. It’s particularly hard to keep a straight face when its rather rude but funny at the same time.” With a snipped fabric being shuffled around on the surface so it could be laid out likely to start taking templates to pin into place, Bo huffed mostly at himself. Recalling plenty of moments where he had to keep himself on the stern side even as his children were taking lessons learned and giving them back with all the seriousness that a child had.
Or saying something terribly brash that it was insulting but having to keep your own composure less they figure out that they weren’t nearly as much trouble as they ought to be in.
Noticing her finished piece, did he take it. Giving it a suitable pass so it could be put aside for folding later. Leaving the young woman to do her next piece with a comfortable silence. Well silence beyond his own nonsensical muttering that was trying to decide how much more god damn beadwork he was really going to put into this arrangement before it looked absolutely gaudy!
“She was a traveler from the Res’naut Islands out to the north.” He stated without even pausing about the means to think whether he would say anything at all. “At the time, I had no interest in women. Well not in the way that was to settle down, wanting more to have fun and earn my mother’s chiding ire because she wasn’t going to have a hay rolling son while she worked her fingers to the bone.” Locating a pincushion filled with all sorts of pins, Bo eased back to look at the loose arrangement. “Her and I just met at a local tavern of the place we were at. Somewhere east of here as this place wasn’t that developed yet.” Half gesturing in the cardinal direction. “Truthfully, I thought her accent was cute but otherwise she was more of a dark skinned mouthy woman that was telling him that drinking at the tavern was a lazy way to spend one’s evening. I just sort of verbally sparred back and forth with her and we just ended up seeing each other often while she spent time in that place. I was still apprenticing under my master and my mother had just found her snails. So I was left with time after work that kept leading me to her.”
“Adra,” Giving a name to his wife with a short glimpse. “It continued as such for a while and I truly hadn’t noticed that we were spending more time with each other. Finding myself eager to share her company even if it was under the guise that I would prove her wrong. Young men in their stupid minds as it were. Truthfully I had to get out of my own head first to realize that when she was finally saying that she was going to move on from the town because it had grown stale, I found panic. Worry. Insulted as though she ought to have just known that clearly there was more between us than trying to one up another.” Pausing with hands spread out before himself, Bo looked at nothing in particular. Likely reflecting on a memory.
“When she was ready to leave, I attempted to be coy. That sort of nonchalance idiocy that people like to do when they don’t think they have anything to lose. Just that she stared at me while I babbled and eventually asked me to tell her if we had a future together. She’s blunt to a fault and I always hated it. Or rather, thought I hated it.” Lips curled then, “Of course such a blindside only had me stumbling further and trying to act like it was nothing so serious only for her to just point towards the road she was going to take. Telling me, she was going to start walking. I’d either watch her go or I’d walk with her.”
Hands tapped on the table then. “I learnt more in the Island about tailoring and different fabrics than I had here.” Suggesting he had walked with her. “I think I knew she was the one the first time she gave me something stupid to fight about. Because really, who did she think she was.” The man chuckled and turned to face Araminta properly. “We are not perfect. We never will be. We still have our days where we both are pigheaded but we know that without another, we wouldn’t have come as far as we have.” Lips pulled finally into a bright smile, “The cobbler is my wife, why do you think I would be able to get you a good deal hmm?”
Araminta became a studious listener, taking in his story with rapt attention and genuine curiosity. Not a meeting and knowing instantly that was the one they wanted to marry… and further still, seeming to spend weeks and months together without even a dramatic spark of butterflies or fireworks to herald that they’d met their person. To think that if he had made the wrong choice, to let her leave without him, he’d not have his wife and children now!
The piece she worked on now came along nicely and even with her listening she was attentive to her task, only occasionally glancing his way when he made an emphatic movement or declaration that made her grin.
In the end to know it was this very woman he spoke so fondly of was the very cobbler he was going to talk into giving Araminta new shoes had her spilling into another soft laugh. If she were half the spitfire that Bo described, then she was soon to witness a very interesting conversation!
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a love story like it. To be friends for a time and then decide to be something more. Of course, most of my experience is limited to the frustrating world of polite courting, betrothals, and marrying strangers for reasons that have nothing to do with love at all. When someone broke the mold, it was always this dramatic star-crossed meeting. Or even if it were only a simple moment, they would say they just knew immediately.”
There was quite a bit to have her wheels spinning now. Unsure of where it was going to take her, but now there were new thoughts added to the hodge-podge of nonsense currently running through her brain.
“Have you asked for other’s love stories before?” Bo asked but the way it sounded it was more for her to think over rather than give him an answer. “Not every story is magical. Where there is an instant connection. Every person is different after all and what one has is likely not to be the next for someone else.” With the new fabric finally laid out in a way that he felt was suitable, did his feet travel. Only a step or so back to lean down in his table to pull open a drawer with various templates. Selecting one so he could begin laying it on the fabric to pin in place.
“Had I been asked what I thought of Adra when I first met her, I would have said I thought her loud and annoying. If someone asked if they thought I would love her, I’d laughed in their faces. Unkindly too. But we spent time together. Learning about each other in subtle and loud ways. Till that point when she was leaving, I found myself on the verge of something new and unfamiliar. The idea that I wasn’t going to see her every at least every other day, was startling. Mind boggling. Surreal and yet I knew it was coming. She wasn’t someone who would force another to make a choice but she gave me one. It took a lot for me to realize that she was my person. And I wanted to be hers.”
He gave a off handed wave. “It was no big special thing that was all romantic and what have you. It was not dramatic and likely wasn’t even that big of deal at the moment either besides what my thoughts were making it as. But I knew that if she left well… what would I have then. I could have just went back to the same ol’ hum drum it had been. And something about that thought was enough to make me take that step. I didn’t want the same ol, same ol. I wanted to be with Adra to the point that whatever pride I had was no longer important.”
Then he looked at her again as he was repeating her statement about her experience. Figuring that she was likely a noble then. “Each way is different and may or may not work. But if you are waiting for some grand big bang because you’ve heard these theatrical moments, don’t you think you are putting a lot of stress on yourself for something that may not be in alignment for you. Expecting something obvious when it may not be that way. Or it could be. No one can really know, but you if that’s what you are expecting and it never happens… are you going to be able to look at yourself when your fifty and feel like you had wasted your efforts or will you be content with them?”
Araminta had to pause for a moment, lifting up the current garment she was working on to inspect her progress and be sure she was taking it in with the proper methods. Satisfied that everything was symmetrical as it should be and none of the threading was pulling loose where it shouldn’t. Leaving her to tie off and knot her final stitch to set the garment aside and start on a third. This sort of tailoring work was quite simple, but the volume of it likely added up with the sheer amount of people in this town and beyond who commissioned pieces. If he didn’t already have an apprentice to do this sort of work, Araminta was sure that he was over due!
“I admit that I have not exactly been very open to seeing potential, even when I was supposed to be actively looking,” she confessed with a wry smile. “I was always waiting for that heart stopping moment.”
Picking up the next gown to work with, Araminta had a moment of admiring the deep blue, one so rich it reminded her of the cerulean snails and their almost iridescent shells. It might be a long while yet before she ever got to wear something like this again…. if that chance ever came! For now having to be satisfied with cinching in the spots where the lady who would soon wear it was going to have a more comfortable fit.
“…but I have felt that feeling of missing someone so much that it felt like my heart was shattered into a million pieces. The thought of separating again is…” Hands stopped as she frown, looking out to the shop itself but not really staring at anything in particular. Only trying to put those feelings into actual words. “Empty. Hollow. …a black void of endless numbing nothing. Even though I know I would continue living on, and surely it would be fine. Except, I wouldn’t want it to be fine?”
Araminta sighed, setting her attention back to her sewing.
“…I have learned recently that it can be complicated caring about someone that much. It’s honestly comforting to know that you and your wife have endured both troubles and joy. That’s it’s not such an impossible thing.”
The paper template was laid out. Pinning with a careful methodical nature that was not about to have anything missed. It was easy to cinch something in but a lot harder to let something out if there was a mistake. Allowing himself to steal a look when Araminta was finishing her next bit of fabric. Appreciative that she was good with a thread and needle. It was minor work of course but it added up. And had no apprentice at this time. Although the talk of said wife, she was very vocal at him finding one. So he wouldn’t go bald prematurely.
Her words.
“If you’re waiting for that special moment, it sounds as though you’ve made it into some grand notion in your head. Setting it up for something so large that unless there was physical glitter and fireworks, you may not notice. And that seems to me to a rather unkind thing to do to yourself.” Of course, they had no way if it would be one of those moments.
Granted, he might be concerned as a person if someone else started seeing popping fireworks sprouting out of utterly nowhere!
Leaving the moment to continue on his work, it was eventual that the young lady mentioned that she felt like there were things that paired to a point of hollow absence due to someone she cared about. Although he couldn’t personally say if that was because of something deeper or if it was just a very attuned friendship.
He wasn’t about to offer her insight seeing as he was only someone talking at this current moment, but he did hum softly. “Nothing is impossible. It’s only difficult if you are being your own obstacle while expecting life to be a fairytale told to ones so little they were impressed by it.” Bo chuckled then, “You’ve met my mother. She stated that she just grabbed my father by the ear because he was not the ugliest one in the village and made him her husband. While she is a prickly sort, she loved my father and he, her. Affection both in spouses, family or friends comes in all sorts of shapes. And it’s never the same as anyone else’s. Whatever your parents had will be different than what you find. Much like my marriage to my wife is different than my mother’s. To our friends. To strangers. There is no set way of doing one thing especially with such an abstract sort of feeling. The only thing that matter is in the end, is how you express it. You can’t expect anything if nothing is ever talked about. Even the most difficult of things. As I am sure you know for anything, not just amorous details such as affection. A business can’t run with no one talking. Work can’t be done if no one teaches, correct?”
“You seem like a very smart girl, Araminta. If I was to make an observation, it seems like you want certain things but might be afraid of what changes because of your own feelings. Which that can be scary. Once you say one thing no matter what it is, things change. And sometimes that can mean putting yourself out there in ways that you aren’t ready for.”
Araminta found herself laughing outrageously loud at the mere idea of Matilda snatching some man by the ear and just announcing to the world he was now her husband! Somehow that was so easily imagined and perfectly believable. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have that sort of confidence that you could just declare your intentions and it just work!
Of course, the man was probably willing to have it be so easy. Suspecting that Matilda must’ve either been a grand beauty or a pure delight to the man she claimed.
“I will try to heed your advice,” she finally murmured once she could get her giggling back under control. Now finding herself in much better spirits – a little surprised by it too. There was something priceless about having the chance to have a conversation with someone that contained wisdoms and experiences that they could share. In a place that was safe where one could do something useful too. Araminta was not a solitary island of a person – she needed these connections with others to help guide her, to give her direction.
Or in this case help her gather her thoughts when the one she actually wanted to talk to was the object of her frustration.
“I’m not sure what I will do yet, but you have been a blessing today, dear Bo. I hope your mother is proud of you! Not only are you a tailor of fine art but you can sooth the rampaging temper of a wildling mountain girl.”
There was a better sound of her laughing at clearly the antics that were being told away from the very person that just might grab his head and see fit to tell him otherwise. Not that his dear mother could do much when she lived as far away as she did! Nor would he have said much about it if she had been. Sure fire to still be old enough to get a swat across the rear because she had enough of his sass and story telling. Regardless, even if her ears might be burning, he was welcoming that the assistant of the day was seemingly in a better mood.
Nodding easily when she expressed that she found his advice useful to a point of potentially heeding it. At her leisure of course. Unbeknownst to Ara, this was good practice for him when it came to his own children. Hoping that when their own miseries were weighing just enough that he could see it, he might be able to tell them stories and thoughts without ever giving them the physical means of having to listen exactly to what was said.
“She says it in her own way,” he agreed to the idea of his parent being proud of him before smirking at her suggesting she was a soothed. “I have practice perhaps.” As if the very beings ears were also burning with something hot like a red poker, the door chimed with the woman striding in. Carrying a basket on her arms as the littler hooligans appeared to barge through the open doorway with a vengeance. Watching as Adra pushed back the cool dark brown hair as her gaze rose from behind a smoothing hand to land upon himself and the other. “There is the lovely bride now,”
“Telling tall tales about me again, lover?” Her tone was bold, accented with the sort of sound that may have been framed around those that found the common tongue ugly. Words sound like smoothly flowing wine. Something ambitious with a flowing almost arrogant touch to it as she exchanged the cool blue eyes over the children. “Go now. Mother is tired of your quibbling.” The two children took no offense and were so fast to zip through the shop that they didn’t even seem to notice the other woman. Making a dead line towards the backroom that would lead out into a small courtyard for smoking. “What is this, lover? A new hand to help you manage that of your frou frou nest from hens and swine?”
Bo smirked, “Delivery actually. Originally. Now just helping out with some tasks that you’ve told me time and time again to hire another to do.” Adra still was trying to push back her hair though its sheer volume proved it was no easy feat. “The letter my mother sent, the young lady arrived with the silk.”
“Ah, finally. I was starting to think those little silken bugs had stopped producing and your mother was about to take her son to the cleaners, eh.” The basket was set down and the smell of food was obvious from it, “Hopefully this man has been good and charming like a good boy, otherwise, we may have words about the way a gentlemen best behave before women.”
“She will be needing shoes, lark. I thought it may be nice to include seeing as the silk is worth much.” Adra squinted at him, “Do not be cross. Look at her feet.”
Immediately the woman’s head twisted to look down and gasp, muttering something quickly in an articulated fancy dialect, “What hells is this that a lady has feet in tissue paper, what what! No no, this…” A spritely finger shot out to shake mostly at Bo but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. “By the flaming tits of the great mother, it is nearly winter here. No.. no this.. ah—” Adra looked actually irritated by this knowledge, as she went into a fresh blithering of native tongue.
“Araminta, this is my wife, Adra.”
“Yes pleasure. Pleasure indeed!” Still saying something more but it seemed like it might have been close to cursing.
This was a lively change of tone and now that Araminta was no longer feeling so awkward and off-kilter, the delighted squeals of children running past her and the very exuberant woman were giving her a much needed boost. As if all the princess needed was a spark of life to bring her back to the present, like one who was fueled by the very essence of it.
Adra herself cut quite the stunning figure! Not just in beauty, but more her countenance that had the corners of Araminta’s mouth curling up in pure delight. The bold way she spoke and teased her husband. The way she naturally commanded the room as if she herself was a Queen.
She was certainly the queen of her household!
Just as quickly she was able to see the woman had a passion for her own craft as well. Araminta glancing down at her own feet as if she could see exactly why these worn old shoes were so offensive beyond just… well the obvious. At least there wasn’t a hole worn in the toe. …that anyone could see.
“It is my pleasure,” she said, a little wide eyed and concerned the woman was going to start waggling a finger at her too. Yet almost hoping to see it, for what a gloriously animated lady she was. “I can finish quite a bit of this sewing before the evening, enough to put a fair dent in it at the very least. Your husband has been nothing but the best of company.”
There was no reason for him to conceal his amusement at how that of his wife took Araminta’s stated of footware as a personal offense. Like the damn things had developed a mouth only to curse that of his lady love’s entire family tree right down to the final ancestor. Still even after all the years they had been married, he couldn’t understand a lick of what she said. Outside the few obvious curses that would have sent Philip and Chloe into a fit of barely contained giggles.
Gesturing animatedly at the woman’s feet before twirling with fingers pinching at the bridge of her nose. Doing his best not to actually watch in case Adra felt it necessary to shake another finger at him.
It took a messy moment for that of the larking woman to calm her tirade to bundle fists on the swell of her hips. Looking like a mother hawk ready for blood as she settled the crisp rings upon Araminta once more. “As he should be, a young lady in his midst be best be treating you like a daughter. Bending that of her papa’s dear ear, nothing more. Though now, I see you are a state of confusion from wearing nice things everywhere but that of your feet.” Araminta was getting her wish for that long index finger was waggling at her now, “Surely no mama of yours thought it best to teach her child to have feet exposed to climates of cool and in such a state. Foolish foolish, so yes. Lucky that Bogart is smart man offering my services because had he not and I seen this in public why… I would have to cluck you into my shop.”
“Lark,” Bo hushed, watching as cheeks puffed before exhaling quickly. Stealing a look to Araminta as if it was to say see, this is why I love her. “The silk is in excellent condition and will do well for a bit. I appreciate that you are willing to make sure the young miss has proper footware.”
“It’d be insulting otherwise at this point.” Combing fingers through the crown of locks before she seemed to sigh with the full of her body. “Well now, since you are helping and making sure that you are not a wart on a swine’s arse, then it is good. But now, I’ll have to wander over to the shop to see what shoes work. You clearly are a traveler, so soft boots. Flat sole. Cushy and warm… nothing fancy mind you. But I doubt that would matter, you don’t stink of snooty-ness. Where is it you are staying then, Araminta?” Her name came out as a curl like it was verbally spoken cursive, “I may need to bring you altered shoes come morning so then you don’t wander in town in such a state.”
That waggle of a finger did indeed get aimed at her and Araminta emphatically nodded her head like a properly chided young woman, agreeing whole-heartedly that it was a travesty she’d been traveling in such poor footwear, even though Araminta literally had not thought about it at all until she’d arrived in the tailor’s shop today. Loving every moment of her motherly fussing and too the way Bo seemed to beam and preen about her very presence.
This is what Araminta wanted in her life. A family full of adoration and liveliness and silliness and warmth. It was everything she wanted for herself and for everyone that she knew and would come to know in the future.
Of course with the asking of where she was staying, she grew a bit flustered, already feeling the pink in her face.
“I… chose The Sable Fawn for us to stay in. It… came with a few unexpected surprises,” she openly admitted. Araminta still felt foolish over not figuring out that one sooner, but there wasn’t any sense in lying about it or continuing to fret over it. For everything Araminta had learned so far, it seemed there was still so much more for her to learn.
“There really is no reason for you to trouble yourself bring anything to me, I can most certainly come to you in your shop!”
They seemed to look at her both when she mentioned where she was staying at, only for Adra to get a look that was perfectly amused while Bo looked away. “Ah, well the bathhouse is very nice there. Even if they are courtesans in the place. Very nice girls there as my lover would know.”
Bo blushed some whilst Adra leaned over, “They do really good massages, which he likes. Something about my own being as though I was torturing him. Ah well,” Evidently she was secure in knowing that her husband was undeniably loyal to her and vice versa. Having no issue with him going to the place to relax with some added perks, so long as there was no rogue boobs hanging out.
“It is good that I go by. Check on the shoes of the ones there, unless you are embarrassed that you came to a house full of sensual ladies.”
Despite her flushing, Araminta did laugh, Both because Bo seemed to be a bit bashful about it while his wife didn’t have a care in the world, but also from her own silly awkwardness about it. Adra was clearly not a woman stunned or shocked by anything. …aside from worn out shoes, anyway!
“I am embarrassed I did not realize it was a place for courtesans, but not because of they themselves. It’s- I am not a sensual lady myself. It makes me feel like a daffodil in a garden full of roses.” Though it was a slightly embarrassing thing to admit, she didn’t mind it so much with these people who spoke so openly with her. Araminta also did not feel like she needed to alter herself to become a sensual elegant woman… but when one was surrounded by them, it was difficult not feel like she were still just some silly young girl and not a grown woman herself.
“…I also offered myself up to work for Madam Jasa before I realized the additional services there.” she added with a wrinkle of her nose. “So I must have a renewed conversation with her to clear up the misconception. I have a good idea of what I can offer to make up for it, at the very least, if she isn’t ready to throw me in the dust bin.”
In a few moments at hearing that Araminta found herself not to be a sensual lady, the married couple seemed to exchange a look with each other. The sort of expression that was silently saying something to another that needed no vocal expression. Till Adra seemed to hum and came to settle herself down on the cushion bench beside the woman. Helping herself to another one of the garments but not so much deciding to sew but instead investigating them.
Only that the little admission that the girl ahd offered to help Jasa was enough to spur Adra into a warm blusterous cackle at the pure innocence that this one had. Laughing strong and loud. Needing wipe at her eyes no sooner once the sound of her hilarity began to stem and Bo was giving his wife a bit of a exasperated look. “Oh my, you are a innocent little thing then. I am sure Jasa could your offering to be rather amusing even if she may be able to tell that you weren’t offering those sort of services. Not that I don’t think the men that come for those efforts wouldn’t be floundering hand over foot.”
“Lark.” Bo was shaking his head but she seemed to ignore him.
“Is how one learns. By doing things by accident. So surely Jasa wouldn’t just think you were about to crawl into such beds. She weens her little ladies in, most you might have to scrub some naked man bum.”
That made Bo mutter something, but he wasn’t actually interjecting. “But those ladies are trained for what they do. The Sable Fawn is a beautiful place, you should enjoy the services there. The bathhouse is very nice. Gets into the pores, and very intimate even alone.”
As much as Araminta was glad that Adra was having a good laugh at her expense, it was pretty clear by her wide-eyed near open mouth expression that scrubbing a naked man’s bum for the learning experience was not exactly something Araminta wanted to do. Well. Perhaps if she had to, it wouldn’t be so bad and she could power her way through it with the same tenacity she tackled anything else that was bizarre or scary. Luckily Araminta was certain that wouldn’t be the case. She could talk up some much better services and spare herself the sight! Especially when it’d been mentioned most of the clientele there were wrinkled old men! Who wanted to see a wrinkled old man’s behind!
“I did very much want to try the bathhouse. It was the entire reason why I selected that one in the first place,” she admitted. Remembering that she ought to be working if she wanted to get a good deal of the sewing done, Araminta gathered back up what she was working with to resume her stitching. Still kind of twitching her nose this way and that, a little scandalized at the whole idea of scrubbing old men clean.
“It will be fine,” she reassured them, though it sounded as if she were trying to reassure herself. “I was worried before but I’ve had time to think it all through now.”
There was another freshened look between the two that were married, no need to say much else. Instead Adra stood up so she could go back to the basket she had brought and started pulling things from within. “When you are ready, just let me know Araminta.” Bo offered as the wife seemed to be content with what all had happened. Setting out a little mug before a bottle of wine was pulled and she was pouring the mug full for that of her husband. Eventually slipping away when she declared she wanted to run over to the cobbler shop so she could find some shoes that she could bring over for Araminta.
Being sure that she wanted the girl to try on the premade shoes so she could size her correctly for something that was better than the offensive items that were covering her feet. Making every change count for pointing out how terrible they were.
Eventually having the children come back inside to run happily amok within the store under parent’s eyes, while Chloe came to be curious cautiously about the strange woman without speaking.
As much as Araminta hated sewing, she hadn’t lied about being quick and efficient with it. Personally feeling the atmosphere helped her get through it in a way that was entertaining and relaxing. Be it Bo working on his current commissioned piece and uttering things to himself, or watching the children run and scramble and squeal as they played their games.
The princess didn’t say a peep when she noticed she had a little silent shadow, beyond a quiet whispered hello. On the very last garment from her pile of altering, she offered the girl a warm smile while occasionally pausing long enough to show her the progress on a certain style of stitch or when she needed to finish one off.
“This is a finishing knot,” she explained, not sure if the girl was interested at all in the sewing itself or simply being curious about a stranger. Deciding it didn’t much matter, as just acknowledging the child and trying to include her would hopefully be enough to sate her curiosity. “If we don’t finish off a stitch so the thread stays in place, the lady that wears this might make one wrong step and show off her pantaloons to the whole of the world. Fun for everyone but the lady!”
There was an obvious observation that was from Adra when Chloe had grown curious enough to present her gaze to see just who this stranger was and why she was present at all. Clearly working on the clothing while Bo was working on detailing on how he wanted to lay the newest cut pieces upon the feminine frame. Leaving the mother of the two to be that lingering presence to make sure that while her children were certainly accustomed to running wild through that of the shop, they weren’t being known hellions either. Where Philip as the eldest grew bored about the whole effort of being present far quicker, the sister had lingered just close enough to watch. But not approach.
Staying by mom’s proverbial skirt till Araminta seemed to take that means of speaking and telling a tale as to why she did what she did. With even referencing that if it wasn’t done correctly that the lady’s undergarments would be exposed. Spurring giggles at the whole thing, “Depends on the lady.” Adra added on as she tiptapped the end of Chloe’s nose. “Once you are finished with that Araminta, take these shoes and head back to the tavern. They will be temporary till I can bring new ones tomorrow. It is time I usher husband and children home less one starts to get focused to a point he forgets to human.”
Bo looked up almost confused that he was being spoken about at all. Needing time whilst seemingly blinking to see how his children and wife were looking the part of ready to leave. As gaze wandered out the front window to the more evening appearance of the day rather than afternoon with startling understanding that it was late.
“Right. It would do me no good to prolong this and potentially make something terrible because my judgment was incredibly terrible as a choice.” The man seemed to know when it was wise to stop less risking doing something that he would be unhappy with come the morning.
“Nor would we keep you from work that you volunteered for.” Adra gave a shit eating grin at the woman, “I wish to know how your night goes working too. For humour sakes of course. Builds character to be brash and wild in such ways.”
Bo seemed to be concealing a bit of a smirk while setting down some of the items he had gathered in hand. Lightly patting his boy on the head with that sort of we’ll be leaving motion. “Thank you Araminta, I will take care of the garments you’ve helped me with. It has made a good dent in the work that has piled up.”
“Should give her permanent job, lover. With real coin instead of promise of pretty things.” There was play in that commentary obviously not thinking that the princess would actually take a job as a residency anyways.
“Mama, are we going?” Philip whined in his protest for taking longer than necessary. Hearing a tut from parent that would not be rushed or shoo the lady from the shop before she was ready. Instead, “Come, finish your task. We will walk you back to the Fawn, and not hear any excuse of decline. It is later in the evening and men folk may find ways to pinch bottoms and whisk you away with devious intent.”
Using her tasks at The Sable Fawn as a moment for character building to be brash and wild was an interesting way to think about it. Araminta wasn’t sure she could actually be so bold. Still, thanks to this lovely couple’s conversation and advice, she at least knew it would turn out okay.
If she didn’t finish this sewing fast, though, their darling son was likely to have a tiny riot! While Bo straighten up his workspace to have it ready for the next day, Araminta quickly finished up the last of the garments to gently fold and set aside.
“I have been kidnapped enough times already, I very much appreciate the escort,” she laughed. Keeping in line with her dark sense of humor about such things. If Araminta couldn’t find a way to laugh about it, then she would surly be a miserable mess of a girl cowering in corners and being afraid of the world.
Leaning to grab her bag and exchange her current shoes for the pair Adra gave her, she tugged on the temporary pair and tucked the other into her pack. Certain that if she didn’t, the woman would have an absolute fit even for only a small walk back to he Bathhouse. Coming to join the little family when she was all set and ready to go.
The walk back to the Sable Fawn wasn’t too dangerous even if Adra declared that they would ensure the young woman was escorted to her destination. Becoming the ringleader of the group of a family with plus one, talking mostly about whatever she personally wanted. Rather than seeking a topic that would be so inviting for anyone to jump in on. Every so often focusing back on Araminta to ensure the girl was listening to the means of how important it was for a young woman to know her worth and where to lay out a punch even as she worked this evening. That if one of those old men decided to get handsy, she could get punchy. Leaving Bo to look both amused and almost distraught with the level of commitment that his wife was giving.
Surely knowing it came from Adra’s former years traveling as a solo woman. Lending unsought advice right to the very end to where they brought the unknown princess back to the now lit up tavern.
With lights blinking and glittering by some sort of magical use, it was certainly a lot busier than their original arrival. With the doors flung open like a grand hug, there were some of the women dressed in that of short feminine tuxedo’s with their coattails exaggerated out to the sides. Bidding welcome in cheery echoes to each of those that entered. With the faintest waft of music echoing from inside somewhere, Adra kept her children a bit distant while Bo was the one that was to escort Araminta to the door.
Pausing to look indoors at the bustle that was a variety of people. “Be safe, dear.” Bo offered genuinely as he was to make sure she stepped indoors safely.
Though the immediate entry would have been with Clover and Olive right there.
Each showing different expressions when they noticed Araminta. The first looking jovial that she was there at all and the other looking almost saddened that it was only Araminta. “We’ve been waiting for you to come back.”
“For both of you to come back.” Olive muttered just loud enough but promptly screwed a smile back on her face as not to look out of place. “Jasa said once you came back, we would need you to come with us so we could take you to the kitchens.”
“So we’ll just make sure to get you an apron and things so you can help out in there tonight, didn’t know if you were actually coming back or not,” Clover grinned brightly even as she was bidding hello to other guests in-between commentary.
Araminta took Adra’s advice with all sincerity – she already knew how to dodge and weave away from grabby hands and was confident enough to set verbal boundaries when necessary, but was so happy to be on the receiving end of someone’s concerning care that she didn’t make a peep about it. Only nodding seriously that she was listening and planning to heed that advice. Bidding cheerful goodbye to the children and Adra, then finally Bo himself when he was kind enough to escort her inside.
The place seemed even more grand in the evening! Truly, nothing like any of the brothel houses she’d traveled past in smaller villages or other towns. Although, now that she knew the business was more than just an Inn and Tavern, it was far easier to see all the signs of the… alluring atmosphere.
Almost immediately being set upon by Clover and Olive… leaving Araminta to give Olive’s expression a curious lookover. Catching that Theon had left, assuming he’d probably gone to do his hunting as he’d said he would. Wondering to herself if that meant he only spent a small amount of time with Olive or if he hadn’t at all.
“I was hoping to speak with Madam Jasa first, to clear up any miscommunications and ask her if she has a harp or piano? If not I do have my lyre with me. Since this is a place of entertainment, I could at least offer the one skill I actually have for enchanting guests. …else, well, I’d be fine in the kitchen.”
Why not be a little inspired by the stunning Adra and make an attempt to be brash and wild? Playing her music wasn’t exactly either of those things, but Araminta figured if the Madam had hoped to have her as a fresh face for entertaining guests she could at least do so in a way that she was comfortable with.
The two girls that had been on the lookout for either the Ghost –because Olive had been honestly set to do her promised bidding only to have heard from Madam Jasa that he had left hours ago to do some hunting- and of course Clover for that of Araminta. Since they had been caught up after the former man had left after having a few commentary bits with the owner. Revealing that this fresh faced little woman was not the type or hadn’t been that aware that they were all practiced paramours. Of course this little tidbit had been a bit shocking, though fairly pointed out that the Fawn hadn’t made it obvious in the ways that other places had.
It was an establishment that was both a place to rent and board but had added perks to making sure it was a variety sort of entertainment.
From the outside view, it may not have been clear what their added perks were.
“Sure,” Clover agreed readily bouncing over to intertwine her arm with that of Araminta. Stealing a look to Olive, “I don’t know how much longer you can wait Olive, we have other work to do.” This caused the other woman to make a quick pout before avoiding the mean of crossing her arms. “You should go get ready for the others.”
“Man, just this close to having someone who wasn’t some sleazy tanned leather.” She muttered but gave a little wave to indicate they were to go elsewhere. Leaving it to Clover to giggle and pull Araminta along with a practiced glide. Avoiding any of their customers from being ploughed into, but helping them through the little clerk desk towards the back. Where Madam Jasa wasn’t currently manning the front desk but another at the time.
Safely in the back was the buxom Madam, helping one of the other women into a bit of skimpy clothing by binding its strings at the back. “Madam Jasa, Miss Araminta has returned! She wanted to talk to you.” Glasses had been perched on the top of Jasa’s head but were moved downwards to get a good look at things, “She was suggesting playing tonight that of music.”
“Music,” Jasa gave Araminta that same look up and down. “Well now, your friend hadn’t mentioned you were able to play when we had our clarifying talk.” Pointing out that Theon had likely told Jasa that things has been misunderstood. “We do have a few musicians already but if you feel comfortable enough to work with them, then I wouldn’t see why not.”
Curious! Through Olive’s disappointed huffing it seemed that Theon had not stayed long enough to spend any time with her. The immediate relief Araminta felt was… telling. Making plainly obvious certain feelings she was not quite sure what to do with just yet. Nor could she assume that Theon wouldn’t still take up Olive’s offer of company, and goodness knows Araminta could tell the woman was going to chase after him the moment he returned.
Finding herself escorted by Clover off to Madam Jasa before Araminta could even make a remark about it – not that she would. Hesitant to stick her nose into Theon’s personal business, at least in this regard.
Though it seemed Theon once again had stepped in on her behalf to speak with the Madam. Bringing that faint flush of red to her features again.
“I do apologize for my, um… My lack of being more observant! I would have offered to play music right from the start,” she explained, twisting the strap of her pack in her hands. “If the offer clothing is still open, I can certainly dress the part to fit the atmosphere of your establishment? Mind you, I am not so much the… flawless beauty as your staff. I am a canvas of scratches and scars. But I am very good music and perfectly willing to work with anyone.”
“You’re just innocent and not the first either, darling.” Jasa gave a easy wave of her hand to dispel the need to apologize. Finding it practically as airless as the oxygen around them. Seeing it may have been confidence building for her to know that her establishment wasn’t reeking of whores and sex in ways that made it seem like it was nothing less than a wayward house that had women offering services in ways that were frowned upon.
Just in a manner of seconds as she finished bundling in the girl with her attire –for the one to thank and go skirting away with another- Clover stood at the ready while Jasa just blinked at the nonsense that was falling out of Araminta’s mouth. “Honey, we all have scratches and scars. Some seen. Some not. You aren’t any different from the rest of us here and that isn’t what we care about. All that matters is safety first and comfort next. The rest, you don’t need to play the comparing game.” Adjusting frames, she gave Araminta another look over. Debating a long moment before snapping fingers.
“That black lace gown, Clover. Something that still shows the curvature of our helpful musician but not so bold that her assets are boiling over.” Clover chuckled easily and bounced eagerly on her feet. “We won’t keep you all night of course, Araminta. An hour or two then a fully comp’ed soak in the private portion of the bathhouse? Hmm?” Clearly not saying much about payment seeing as she was expecting it now to come from somewhere else.
Even with the woman’s kind reassurance, Araminta couldn’t help but compare herself to the other women here. In her opinion, the lot of them were quite beautiful in this very alluring sort of charming way that she certainly couldn’t see any sort of scar or flaw amongst them. While Araminta was aware and knew she was a pretty girl, a pretty girl was a far cry different from these perfectly confident women who could cast a look over their shoulder in a sensuous and stunning way.
She wasn’t about to argue with the madam, though. Jasa valued safety and comfort for the ones that worked here, proving to Araminta that she at the very least knew what she was talking about and ran her business with care.
That gown though…! As soon as Clover retrieved it Araminta couldn’t help the dubious look on her face. The neckline and cut was modest enough that she wouldn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable, it just… It was made for a woman of very different caliber! Boldness, though. That was what she was going to try. To be bold and attempt to rise to the occasion. So with a deep breath she approved of this means of attire.
“I could play longer, I’d not mind. But yes, I would love to spend some time in the bathhouse itself. It’s why I chose your Inn,” she admitted with a smile, even if it was a little uncertain about this new adventure she was getting herself into.
So easily Clover was holding the gown like it was a precious resource that had come out to be shown but never touched. Having no word of disagreement with that of Jasa seeing as the madam did have a good idea for things. And people. And well, the place itself had proven time and time again that the employees were always that first priority. Any sort of ruckus that was created by someone overstepping where they were explicatively told not to well… they found out rather quickly just how unfriendly the Madam could be.
Helping her obtain willing workers of all sort with the leverage and reputation that came with being that sort of owner.
“Play longer? For what? Are you planning on staying here then so you would want a permanent job?” Jasa asked point blank, “Stop your fretting darling and take what is offered rather than trying to do more than asked for. Unless you are telling me you are a doormat that you want to be overused and underappreciated.” Her boldness lingered before she gave a sort of brushing hand through the air as a means of go on, “Clover, take her to the change room. Dress her up and do her hair and makeup. Elegant but not prissy. Nothing too dolled up either, we don’t need her looking like a two bit whore. No jewelry either, nothing to distract from natural beauty.”
“Of course Madam Jasa. Any particular colours for makeup?” The owner considered a moment.
“Dark hair and green eyes, warmer complexion. Brown, with gold. Accent the green without diminishing it. And hair up in half circlet so she can see without having to feel exposed. Good?”
“Can do, Madam Jasa!” Clover beamed, “Won’t this be fun Araminta!”
Araminta hadn’t thought her willingness to work or be helpful made her anything akin to a doormat, but she understood very quickly that Madam Jasa was not the sort of woman you wanted to argue with, lest you enjoyed being told quite bluntly that you were being stupid in a very long lecture. So Araminta kept her fussing to herself, instead focusing on trying not to look like some wide-eyed bewildered doe exposed out in a meadow!
Jasa sized her up in an instant of how Araminta was meant to be dolled up, giving Clover such precise instructions it was really quite impressive. With Jasa’s dismissal, she followed the other girl who appeared to be excited by this whole endeavor.
Luckily that beaming smile of Clover’s was infectious, drawing Araminta to sigh with a smile of her own and a nod of her head.
“It will be fun. I’ve not worn a fine gown in a very long time and I am very much looking forward to feeling more like myself… even if it is not quite the sort of style I might have chosen.”
Araminta was certain she was going to look like a kitten trying to pretend it is a sultry vixen. Or a young girl trying to fit into her mother’s clothes. She wasn’t about to take all the fun out of it for Clover, though, as the woman seemed so excited about getting to play dressup with a new person.
Of course all this was fun for her. Helping anyone else get ready for their own various activities or services was always something interesting. Surely she ought to have been some sort of dress maker or makeup artist for the way she found this all to be thrilling. Happily taking Jasa dismissal of them as nothing more than the need for them to get to work. Directing them by linked arms as she was nearly about to start skipping along to the little corner of the dressing room with the other women present. Directing Araminta to a corner booth that had a curtain that kept her from just getting all exposed in front of many other eyes, slipping away only to hang up the dress selected on a hook nearby.
“That’s the fun of it. Because if you were to pick your own style, then you’d never try new things right? And honestly, this is tame compared to what you were guna wear earlier.” Eyes darted away for an example only to shortly point at a woman that was easily taller than most, but sported more flesh without exposing everything. “Like Dhalia there.” The woman’s name spoken had looked over and gave a flirty wink byut did no more than that. Seemingly busy helping another one getting ready.
Without need to go into detail of why the garment was designed as it was, Clover turned back to Araminta. Pointing at the change room. “With this dress, you don’t have to worry about missing your underwear.” Being rather bold about that statement. As there was plenty of loud chitchat of the other women talking about various clients within the space. “Oh by the way, there’s a harp here. I realized Olive and I hadn’t replied to that when you were talking to the Madam. And she didn’t even question it. I was a little distracted admittedly waiting for you and your companion to return that when I seen you, everything else no longer mattered!” She giggled, “Do you like flowers in your hair? I was thinking of putting some we have still in like a weave with the circlet style.”
oh. Oh, that would have been a challenge to wear indeed. Giving Dhalia’s attire that wide-eyed surprised blink and then quickly nodding that she understood the choice of black dress much better now. Araminta might not have minded the plunging neckline and the exposure of shoulders, but with that much leg exposed… well, that demon’s mark on her would’ve been all too easy for the world to see.
Not to mention Araminta just could not imagine she’d be comfortable without her undergarments!
At least there was no discomfort with the little changing space and having help to change out her clothes. Attendants to help with dressing were familiar, even if it had been quite a long time.
“My bag will need to be put away in my room,” she murmured first, taking her pack off her shoulder to set aside once they’d stepped into the little changing room. Not to mention the means of leather armor she’d been geared into. Araminta actually was going to need the assistance to get out of it.
“Flowers would be lovely, yes!” she chirped in reply, seeming to soak up the woman’s infectious enthusiasm to bolster this new endeavor of hers. It’d be like playing a recital for the court, only instead of her family and a bunch of nobles, it would be a glamorous tavern full of people. “A harp is perfect, it’s the instrument I first learned and am most familiar with. I can play just about anything with strings, though.”
At the mention of her and Olive waiting, it did make her wonder how long Theon was going to be out on his hunting. Bringing a small frown to her features. With how abrupt she left, she might’ve hurt his feelings and he’d avoid her for awhile to give her whatever space he thought she needed. Araminta was going to have to apologize when he returned ad somehow try to explain that it was an Araminta Problem, not something that was his doing.
“Of course. I’ll take it up after so it can be tucked away safely in that of your room.” Clover agreed not about to have her misplace that of her belongings. Nor would it be very beneficial to have the items on the musical podium when Araminta was plucking away at that of a harp. Moving to be of assistance where asked or obviously needed. Though the wonderment of flowers seemed to spur excitement in the woman, only encouraging her further. “Great, I’ll make sure you are super pretty –not that you need help- but you know, classy and all that upper class stuff.”
Giggling at the notion of upper class she’d personally only ever seen the noble women in this town. Some were fine, others were just plain snooty and thus far Araminta hadn’t even come close to that same sort of personality. Rather just down to earth which was a nice change of pace all on its own. “Really, you learned how to play the harp first?” She asked showing her awe earnestly, “I couldn’t even play a whisky jug truthfully, so it’s always amazing to me when people know how to play an instrument. Even a fancy one like that. The harp always just sort of screams, you know… elegance. Refinement.” Though she couldn’t help by chuckle, “Can you pluck a banjo, Miss Araminta?”
Once the means of armor was removed, she tucked it as best she could into her pack so it wouldn’t be a struggle for anyone to return to her room. Her temporary shoes went in there too, thinking she might just go bare foot if the gown was long enough. The establishment was so well maintained, she wasn’t worried about walking around in her bare feet.
“You might not think a harp so elegant if one fell on you.” Araminta responded with a laugh. “They are so ridiculously heavy and I have found myself stuck under one more than once!” Of course she’d been a child for most of those incidents, but even as an adult she was still small in stature compared to some very imposing and heavy harps.
“I’ve not tried a banjo yet, but I bet that I could,” she grinned with full confidence in the claim, even with a little wink to go with it.
The conversation about her musical talent was a good distraction too as she wriggled out of layers of clothing. Trying not to think about the markings left behind by demons and Gusteau, who was honestly a demon in his own right. Even with Theon’s healings, some things were just going to be there forever.
Eyes nearly popped out of her head with the suggestion of one falling on top of someone. Next pressing fingers onto her lips only due to the image that emerged with someone just squawking and flailing about in an animated manner . Unable to suppress it for long when the sniggering snort slipped out. “No… I suppose… I suppose that wouldn’t make it very elegant at all.” Clover squeezed her eyes shut then as if she was trying to diminish the thought with no success. Giggling soon enough, “At least you weren’t hurt though now I may think twice before walking around the one on the podium. I’ve gotten stuck in some very strange places but that might be a new one I don’t think anyone else would ever let me live down.”
Of course with the idea that Araminta claimed she could play any instrument with a set of strings, her mind went to the think she thought was the opposite of the harp.
Moving in to help with the dress though of course her gaze had found the rather ghastly looking scar on Araminta’s leg. Just in this business, no one would ever say anything. Some of them had scars in places that were demeaning to them as a fairer sex. Nor did there need to be details. They all came from walks of life after all. What mattered was staying convicted to your own morals. Good ones at that. Which she smiled no sooner once the garment was in place. Smoothing its lacey parts over the woman’s arms, “See, now you look like a princess of a broody novel.” Clover chimed, “I’m just going to get the makeup and then I’ll get you to sit in a chair so I can only compliment your pretty face all the more. Might have to get you some stagehands to play security, those men in the tavern part might just be racing the stage to bark and pant after you.”
It wasn’t entirely a pleasant compliment but a compliment no less. “I’ll be right back okay, then we’ll get you all fixed up and you can go on and just enjoy yourself tonight as you want too! No cares in the world. The Sable Fawn is a safe place for all women folk. Madam Jasa makes sure of that. Plus you got any one of us girls that will help you out in a manner of seconds!”
“I am grateful to be in a place that is so well cared for, safe for it’s patrons as well as it’s staff,” Araminta replied with that soft affirming smile.
When Clover bustled away to seek a palette of makeup, Araminta tested the feel of the gown. Unsurprisingly the length of it was maybe an inch or two too long for Araminta’s short legs, not that it took away from the look at all. At least from Araminta’s point of view, it seemed to perfectly fulfill Clover’s comment of a broody princess’ gown… How shocked would the girl be to know that she’d been dressing an actual princess! Minus the brooding part!
Unsure if it were silk or some other soft fabric, she found it clung in tight to her waist and hips without being tight or restricting. She was relieved too that the skirt portion flared out enough that when she took a few steps, walking was perfectly simple without her having to take tiny baby steps or waddle around. Araminta found that it made her stand a little differently too, having to keep her spine straight and shoulders back if she wanted to maintain the elegant shape of the lace along the shoulders and neckline. It made such a lovely swishing sound too when she moved, due to the lining underneath.
Araminta decided she quite liked it. Another color other than the black would’ve been far closer to her personality, but it did seem to have this dark elegance to it that reminded her of the Treant King in the faerie wood with his midnight robes. All she was missing was the starlight sparkles.
“Come on out now,” Clover called beyond the curtain veil. Waiting for the temporary help to come out from behind so she could come and sit her into that of a vacant chair. The dressing room seemingly having thinned a bit with more of those employees having slipped away. Likely now on the clock and intending to make every bit of coin they could before the closing hours approached. Where doors would be sealed up and patrons’ shooed out. No overnight guests outside the ones that had selected a room of course.
Once Araminta was settled into place, Clover set down the palette of colours that would be dusted about on features. Right now moving to work on tending to the long dark strands with a good boarbrush and some oils that would help keep it pliable without it being greasy. “So anything particular you are going to play? I mean I probably won’t be able to watch or listen too well. Most of the fellows in the tavern portion are the sorts that aren’t looking for companionship. More the food and the atmosphere so it should be a nice place for you till your set is up in an hour or so. As Madam Jasa said. But then, all you have to do then is find any one of us gals and we’ll help you get back into something a little more comfortable so you can attend the private portion of the bathhouse.”
Clover giggled, “It’s the employee side so you don’t have to worry about nuttin’. In case you thought we might send you into the portion with gawping eyeballs.”
Everyone was in such a flurry of getting ready that it was impossible for Araminta not to feel that same buzzing excitement. She’d seen places that looked incredibly unpleasant, at least from the outside, where it was clear that the women who worked there weren’t exactly thrilled to be doing so. Whether it was boredom or being mistreated by the one that ran the place. Always leaving Araminta with that sinking feeling wishing she could do something about it, always having that instinct to fix what was clearly wrong but having to force herself to walk away to focus on her own troubles.
There was something comforting to know that a well maintained brothel house could exist if it was done well and right. With a staff that actually enjoyed what they were doing, even if they seemed to be a bit bored with the usual elderly gentleman that patroned the place. It set little wheels turning in her head, though those thoughts would have to be stored away to unpack some day far, far in the future. If she made it through the trials and found herself back in a position of influence.
“I know plenty of arrangement of classic musics and have written some of my own too,” she revealed. “I was attempting to write a symphony once, but it is a bit more difficult than I was expecting and then… well, life has a way of taking unexpected turns.”
At Clover’s giggling about the private side of the bathhouse Araminta too wrinkled up her nose and gave a soft huff of a laugh.
“I feel I am such a strange combination of not bashful at all while also being so… uncomfortable being perceived? Honestly, I think it is just nerves about being vulnerable around strangers I do not know the intentions of. You’ve all been lovely and kind, though, so I am not worried anymore.”
Half the things that Araminta said about music went so far over her head it might as well been a star in the sky. By no means had she ever been someone of the upper class hoity toity-ness, but just a girl that had well… been doing this for a long while. Due to her own circumstances that were of no use expressing here. While she didn’t think the miss that was getting her hair pulled up into a neat pretty little arrangement was about to get all twisted, it didn’t mean she was about to spill her life story either. Araminta was a guest and in the end, she would be leaving.
For at least the night, they could act friendly and make sure that everyone was kempt without worrying that something ill was about to happen. Regardless of the place they were currently in. “Sounds like you’ve had some fun with making music at least. Enough that you still wanna do it.” Twisting bits of hair around to make a ring about, Clover hummed before giggling about the means of letting Araminta soon enough go and play about in the mineral waters.
Till she was pinning the bits of hair together to make sure they didn’t fall free. Locating the little bits of baby’s breath flowers to intermingle between the bends and curls, there came a low hum about how this one had expressed she had mixed feelings. “That’s fair. Just know your safe, so you can worry about yourself with the knowledge that nothing bad will happen here. Even if someone wants to try and put a hand on you, just give them a swat and say as loudly as you can, no! Someone will come forward and put an end to it right quick.” Little did Araminta need to know that while their employees were mostly women, there were a few men that were amongst the crowds. Looking the part of patrons but would step in as the means of security if necessary.
It took a no more than a few more minutes before makeup and hair was all completed. Dusting hands off figuratively before looking like she approved.
And checking the time, “Best get a move on. I’ve gotta go deal with a client and check in on Olive now just to make sure she ain’t pouting no more. I’ll take you out to meet the other musicians but after that, I’ll take your bag upstairs and then I’ll see you later when you’re ready. You’ll do great though, I believe it!”
Seemed she and Olive momentarily had something in common: sulking over Theon. It would’ve been funny if Araminta wasn’t there on the cusp of uncomfortable jealousy. She wasn’t going to make a comment about that, though. For the time being she was going to focus on her current job and nothing more.
Araminta slipped off the chair, moving over to a big gilded standing mirror to see exactly how she’d been preened and painted by Clover’s diligent hands. Almost stunned to find the reflection staring back at her a familiar face. A Princess Araminta from head to toe, perhaps a gloomier than before aided by the black gown and the makeup that accentuated it.
She looked so much like her mother that it struck her to silence for a long moment. Both a wonderful thought and a sad one all at once.
After a beat she nodded her approval and agreement to Clover’s fine work and followed the girl to where she’d spend the next hour or so plucking at strings, hopefully with a performance stunning enough that Madam Jasa didn’t regret letting her do so!
Hooking arms once Araminta had given her approval to that of what she looked like –certainly not opposed to being told that it may have not been her style or she outright hated it,- Clover grinned from ear to ear. “At this rate, Madam Jasa just might try to keep you here. Don’t be surprised if she comes out offering you a wage at the end of all this.” The girl remarked joyfully while taking that chance to lead her from the girls only changing area, back out. Just not towards the front this time but rather through a narrow passageway that allowed them as the ladies to be interconnected to the entire building through areas that could have been best described as servants passages. Making it a lot easier to get this way and that without having to fight through grabby hands and the likes.
Coming out into a room that was large and wide. Dimmed lighting with a bar on the farside that housed plenty a soul. The smell of cigar smoke and liquor being ample within the space, as she kept herself and the young lady pressed close. Making sure Araminta was on the side of her left to keep her from any wayward touch that men may have had while being escorted up towards the stage.
“Edgar,” She spoke making an older man turn that he was looking at her with sharp hawkish eyes. “Madam Jasa has a fourth for you tonight.” His steely eyes peeked at Araminta but didn’t seem interested. “She plays the harp.”
He nodded and pointed to the absent harp standing there. While there were two others prepping for their items, none of them seemed particularly interested in talking.
Just that Clover lead Araminta to the large white ivory harp and smiled. Reaching to unwind arms but gripping hands about her own. “You’ll do amazing. You got this, remember what I told you okay! We’ll see you in a bit. Have fun!”
Tiny little secret passages might’ve been the most intriguing and interesting thing Araminta had spied in a long time. Something she would have loved to explore the lengths of in this building just for the fun of doing so – if she did not presently have a job to do. Of course it wasn’t actually a secret passage, and she understood their use for staff and such, but it was still so interesting!
All of her bravado was finding itself challenged when Clover introduced her to the current occupying musicians on the stage and she was directed to the classical ivory harp. Unsure if perhaps she’d pushed herself into a group that might’ve been a private and tight knit little thing that didn’t take well to having some stranger suddenly becoming a part of their ensemble.
Araminta didn’t doubt she could play the music well… but she certainly had doubts about being a welcomed addition!
Nodding and whispering her goodbye to Clover, Araminta took a seat on the little stool next to the instrument. Scooting herself to the proper position and reaching hands to be sure she was where she need to be. Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, a little disgruntled with this means of sudden shyness with no idea where it was coming from. Trying to find some means of inspiration in her to be more… to be more. Unapologetic and confident in her existence.
Glancing towards the one called Edgar with a silent, questioning gesture as she wasn’t sure if they were to all play together or if there was a certain order or other rules to their performances.
…with a praying hope that this harp had been tuned recently!
With Clover returning to the passageway as she intended to properly deal with that of Araminta’s bag as promised; her leaving the other woman with the group hadn’t been too much of a thought. Whatever Madam Jasa said went, went. So even if the trio may not have been vocal or even seemingly that enthusiastic about Araminta’s sudden addition, they liked to be paid. Not about to start getting stomping feet and tantruming behaviours!
Edgar was clearly the leader as he was directing the other two into place before he seemed to give the newest add on some attention. Stepping over and then looking at the harp. Her, and harp again.
“All together. Keep the harmony and understand that if you make a mistake, it’s on you.” He stated clearly in all that sort of frigidness that was fitting for someone that didn’t like things sprung on him last moment. Turning about face to take up his placement with a large cello while the other instrument was a violin, matching the harp with a lyricist that was a spindly looking woman that barely considered anyone besides herself.
Most of the men present were of notice to the band but they were certainly a lot more entertained by the waitresses in their various skimp of outfits and the means of cigars and flirtation.
Edgar reminded her very much of her music teacher – a man who was very serious about his craft and liable to thwack your fingers with his baton whenever you missed a note. Araminta wrestled with a bit of indecision in wanting to give a flourish of showing off to prove she did in fact know what she was doing and he need not worry about her making a mistake… but also understanding having a sudden new member added to your ensemble without knowing what their skills were was something worth being mad about.
She decided to behave.
Araminta set her attention to watching the others as they prepared, mentally running through songs and notes and different formations of trios and quartets. Supposing with this grouping she’d have to play the bass notes and keep the rhythm. Perhaps adding a bit of flourish depending on the pace of song the lyricist was attempting.
Most of the people in the crowd didn’t seem to pay them much mind at all, which was a relief for Araminta. It meant she could focus on the plucking of strings without feeling as if eyes were boring into her!
When the others began, she waited several beats. Tapping her foot gently on the floor until she had the rhythm down, and only then she she raise her hands to tilt the harp down to her shoulder joined with a soft melodic pulling of strings. Letting out a sigh of relief to find the instrument was still in fine tuning, else she was sure Edgar would’ve shot her the dirtiest of glares and assumed the off notes were her own doing!
While Edgar was probably a prude with a pear up his ass, he dared one glance to the new woman when the music started and the singer began her melodramatic melody with at least bit of appreciation. Seemingly to relax a little when it was clear that the Madam hadn’t just thrown them some terrible runaway daughter of a noble because she wanted to be her own big girl. Needing to say nothing now as the song was started and they had a slot to keep where the real employees were doing their work.
Noticing that men and women –though less of the client kind- came and went in-between everything. Nothing seemingly out of place due to the fact that nothing was. The sounds of playful giggles and low salacious intent was familiar to those three that kept the pace of the selected songs with familiarity.
If anyone was expecting anything eventful to happen, thankfully it wasn’t about to.
Though the Madam did appear at some point. Watching them play or rather the girl that had been brought in to sit and looked pleasantly delighted by this. One of her subordinates was present at her elbow and making low commentary that seemed to be applauding. If Araminta wasn’t careful, Clover’s suggestion that the Madam may just actually offer her a job could become very real.
Araminta might’ve shot the man a wicked little smile that likely bordered on impetuous preening. A playful, wordless look of see what I can do.
This was Araminta’s element. There might be mountains of useless information in her mind and she was quick to learn… but music was where she found herself. A talent both naturally born and cultivated through years of diligent and passionate practice. As soon as she settled in, that inner savant had taken over to play in full blooming confidence.
Instinct knew when to pause for dramatic effect, when to add a few extra plucks of notes to embellish the singing woman’s dramatic song. Thrilled to play off the cello’s deep warm tones, or the melancholy sound of the violin. Animated with every soulful emotion that the music was meant to draw out, not meaning to express it in her face, but so deeply involved with the music itself that she was gone away with it.
Truly, it was no wonder she could charm a glade full of faeries. Araminta played as if she breathed music and was intuitive enough not to over shadow the others, instead making sure it was all complimentary. As every instrument was so vital to the composition of the piece as a whole. A beautiful harmony.
The princess was absolutely going to play all night if they let her!
While the Madam was certainly impressed by the skill the girl had, she wasn’t about to insist that she stay up there after all. The trio had been under Edgar’s control and while he liked earning his pay, he also didn’t enjoy having new people thrust upon him and his grouping. The agreement had been an hour and some but any longer and it was sure to start ruffling feathers. Ones that could be perfectly fussy in the worst ways, which was exactly not the sort of thing the Madam or wanted for her business. Intending to stay firm and fair with her agreements.
Though, she might have let the girl stay a little bit longer till a break was issued and Edgar withdrew the other two. The three of them peeking at Araminta but not about to express they were impressed. That was apparently beneath them. Snotty snoots, they ended their session for a little bit and migrated away like the woman had leprosy.
Leaving the Madam to come trailing up to the podium to look up at Araminta and gave her chin a slight lift to indicate the time was up. “Best not go breaking hearts now, darling. Or prides any further.”
Araminta knew when she was being snubbed… not that they were being subtle about it. She almost even opened her mouth to apologize for it, not meaning to upstage of offend them. She’d been careful enough not to, hadn’t she?
But Araminta had her own sense of pride too. In something she’d worked quite hard for and knew without a doubt she was actually quite good at. If they could not even grace her with a simple nod of the head, and were so incensed by someone else playing equally as good as they themselves, then Araminta was not about to go chasing them down for approval.
She silently hoped their dinner had too much salt in it.
Could she have gotten away with it, she might have played a solo song or three until the returned, but the approach of Madam Jasa and the gentle suggestion that she was finished here was enough for Araminta to behave.
“I appreciate having the chance to play, thank you!” she stated upon rising off of her stool and smoothing her hands over the smooth black fabric of her gown. “Do you know if The-, hmn, my Ghost returned yet?”
At this point in her life, she figured some musicians just had that sort of air about them. Edgar acted liked often like his farts smelt like roses and he had a hard time learning that he was lucky that he could play here at all. Considering what he earned and how truly little people paid attention with his own snarky attitude, well… sufficient to say the man was lucky to have a job at all. He could play at dirt floor inn’s or bars if he really wanted too. Or go find a patron that would demand a certain level of expectation that she doubted the man could maintain.
Right now, none of that mattered. There was no blow outs or ups about Araminta being a successful player. “Clover said you stated you could play anything with strings, now I am a strong believer. You did very well and should a chance come up, well… you know where we are.” Giving an open ended invitation that the girl could come back to play in the future. Perhaps on her own, but that would be a conversation better held in office rather than out in front of the patrons and other employees.
Indicating with a light motion of hand that they could walk back towards the servants hallways to move through the interior of the place with ease. Adjusting frames on nose till the question came and she had to debate whether or not she was going to let the girl know she knew who the prince was. But decided it was not necessary to name drop. Instead waiting till they were safely behind doors instead with footsteps leading them along, “No. But I haven’t been at the front so I can’t say I’ve seen him drift in.” Which was true, when the place was bustling she didn’t sit up at the clerk desk. That was left up to another and she was busy making rounds to ensure everything was good. No complaints from anyone waiting to be brought up. “Clover took your gear upstairs, so if you want to just take the hall to the left here at this junction,” pointing to it, “It’ll take you to a narrow set of stairs that you can go up to the second floor. Turn right and your room will be just on that side. Just pull the cord inside when you want the towels and things for a soak, darling. You’ve seemed like you’ve earned it tenfold.”
An open ended invitation to return and play to her heart’s content? That was enough to bring the broadest of smiles to her features. If her life did not already have a very strong trajectory to it, becoming the musical talent in an upscale brothel had a certain sort of dramatic appeal that entertained her storyteller heart. An interesting place for a princess to end up.
Araminta followed dutifully where the woman led until they paused at the junction. A little disappointed that Jasa did not know if Theon had returned or not, but completely understood that she was a busy woman with an equally as busy establishment to keep an eye on. There were likely many moving pieces and people to herd around and keep everything so well maintained.
“Thank you, Madam Jasa, for all of your hospitality. This was an unexpectedly delightful mistake that I am very glad I made.”
Bidding the woman a final goodnight, Araminta turned off in the direction she was given. Barefoot stepping down the hall in her elegant gown, feeling very much like some sort of Duchess in an old thriller novel about secrets and ghosts and spooky things, sneaking around in closed up old passages in a haunted manor. Finding the stairs with ease and coming out into the hall that she’d remembered from earlier.
Letting herself through the threshold of her room to close the door gently behind her and heaving a long, slow sigh. Finding that after such a long tumultuous day she was exhausted!
If there was anything to notice it was the simple fact that it was apparent Theon hadn’t returned yet. Or if he had, he wasn’t in the room. What was there was the mere items that Clover had promised she would bring upstairs to the space. As not to leave it for someone to go snooping through if they felt like they had a curious nose.
Thankfully with the establishment built as it was, the rooms of other potentially rowdy guests meant the space was pushed far enough that there was no obvious banging around on walls or other surfaces. Though Clover had made an effort to bring up the items that Madam Jasa suggested could be beckoned for.
Folding a towel to the bed with a insanely fluffy robe and slippers. With a small wicker basket that had some unscented soaps that wouldn’t muddle up the waters of the bathhouse too terribly. Of course the place had to be cleaned rather regularly so there was a science to what they gave out for guests to use. With a little piece of paper that had a drawing of the directions to go the way down to the private or rather employee portion of the bathhouse at Araminta’s leisure.
Alone, alone, alone. Not quite what Araminta was hoping for, when she was presently riding a high of playing lovely music and for a small bit of time feeling like she was almost wholly herself again. Or a former self. A new self? Either way, Araminta was discovering that without Theon there to excitedly chatter at about the experience, she missed him. She would have loved to have him see her play in a serious way and not just when she was half asleep with faeries, or the soft pluckings of her lyre when she was trying to lull him into calm or sleep.
Wondering if he’d returned and finally was taking Olive to bed somewhere else in the Inn. Wishing the thought didn’t put a sour taste in her mouth, but there was no deny the feeling was there now. Araminta was going to have to deal with it one way or another, just she wasn’t sure if she could follow Bo’s advice and just blabber it all out. Was that even the right thing to do when Theon was such a special case and she herself had no idea what the consequences would be.
To ruin something special they had simply because she was jealous.
With a small amount of reluctance Araminta peeled herself out of the black gown to exchange it for the big fluffy robe. She’d left her hair up, flowers and all, thinking she’d rather not have it all wet before bed so it was better as it was. Stepping into the little slippers and claiming the basket of soap and the adorably scribbled map to take with her and following the directions back down the hall to the private section of the bathhouse.
The private section of the bathhouse was similar to the other open side. It was mostly white stone and made to look certainly a lot more regal than just some hole in the ground. With the low sconces on the walls casting ambient yellow light, making the waters appear a soft teal colour. Although it was not absent of other people, it wasn’t bustling either. A fresh smell of lavender and mint hinting the air, unclear if it was from the waters or from the others that were notably present.
A few women that had been off duty had come down with their baskets of goodies and towels neatly tucked in to keep anything from suddenly springing out to scandalize any eyes; the place was evidently secluded. Not meant to anyone but the staff.
Although those few that were in the area didn’t seem to pull any mind to Araminta. Likely already well in the know how that she was allowed to come in at all.
“I heard you did well.” A familiar voice spoke up, as hair had been done up into a messy bun upon the top of her head. Lips formed into a authentic softer smile than her previously bombastic efforts that the day had been, Olive had a small basket tucked to her side. Robe shed but towel formed around that of her being to express she had every intention of dipping in and finally shedding off the hospitable charm. “One of the wait staff said Edgar was muttering up a storm about how apparently he expected some run of the mill brat to be put on stage to embarrass him.” Lips pulled to reveal teeth in a giggle, “He’s such a prude, but good on you for showing that starchy crust that not everyone has to be blue blood to play music.”
There was the offending girl now! The object of Araminta’s ire! Not that it was even remotely Olive’s fault that she was a charming and pretty girl. But if she was here, she wasn’t with Theon and that gave Araminta at least the smallest sense of satisfaction.
Though it did make her feel a little bad knowing she was that blue blood Edgar might’ve respected more. Not about to mention she was a born and raised princess, even if these days she was a princess of nothing at all.
“It is good to know I have at least impressed someone, if not Edgar,” she answered easily. Looking for a good place to set down her basket and make the little shimmying movements to switch herself over from big fluffy robe to one of the towels. She’d already done enough brave things today, Araminta wasn’t ready to be boldly nude even if these ladies and the private bathhouse itself was a safe enough place.
“I could’ve played the night away, but it is good Madam Jasa waved me off. I didn’t realize how exhausting the day has been.”
“I’ve been here for two years and Edgar has not been impressed by anyone.” Olive rolled her eyes, “He comes from some noble person way south of here from what I heard but there’s a theory he was disowned or something. Not sure what it is but all the girls that were in the tavern portion enjoyed the performance.” Waving at the few others present, she seemed not to require any reason but to step down into the warm waters. Setting basket on the side of the lip so she could scoot about and find a bench in the water to settle down on.
Practically sighing as the heat hit ever muscle imaginable. Lucky for her, she had no idea that this charming woman had some spite towards her for something that had never happened. Hell, as far as she knew, the guy had completely disappeared shortly after Araminta had. Now the talk was that he had simply brought this woman here as like some hired hand. And left only to return back to who knows were. While it was disappointing there had been a slim chance in hell to even had a proper chat with the redhead, she wasn’t going to keep dwelling on it. Less she just get stupidly bitter about something that wasn’t in the cards.
“Long day hmm? Well at least tonight you’ll have a nice cozy bed to sleep in. Let me tell you, the beds here are like little clouds of heaven. Conk you out so fast that it’ll feel like a blink when you wake up.” Smiling cheerfully, fingers began digging in her little basket. “Add on the hot bath and you’ll be snoring away like no problem. Double bonus with the rooms is no one is close enough to hear such things, so you can worry not a peep about that.” Olive proved to be a friendly sort, “So where did you hail from?” Decidedly not asking about her hired hand just in case that was sensitive information. “If you can say that is.”
It was pleasing to know she’d done well at her tasked job for the night. Ready to take advantage of such cushy cozy comforts like the bed. Though now she was second-guessing and wondering if she should’ve just stayed in the room and had a hot bath all by herself. Now she was scrambling to think of what things were safe to discuss and what wasn’t. Especially with Olive, as Araminta didn’t want to be rude just because she was having temperamental feelings.
After a moment she managed to dig up the courage to follow Olive’s example of stepping into the waters. Finding the stone nice and smooth under her feet without the slippers. The water pleasantly warm and easy to sink into. Araminta found herself a spot to roost comfortably.
“I come from the mountains quite a long way from here,” she felt safe enough to say. “I’d like to make my way back there but life has thrown a few obstacles in the way.”
Attention rose at the mention of the mountains. A sort of brilliant awe that was fascinated to think someone had come from relatively far away. Trying to imagine them when this place had been her home for so long. Well the imperial lands, though she originally hailed from one of the other kingdoms, it was only beneficial for her to come into the lands ruled by the Imperial Queen because they were said to have been the most prosperous. “Ain’t that the fact of life. Always throwing itself around one way or another. Though hopefully you can make it back there, sounds like you have fond memories there. Just by your tone of voice.”
The woman softened her features a moment. Seemingly content to allow silence too though one of the others had come closer, “Olive can you help Elizabeth, she’s got a god damn stick in her hair and I’m all butter fingers.”
Of course nothing ever lasted. “A stick… where the hell did a stick come from?” The other shrugged and the last girl was just making a scoffing giggling sound that needed no explanation. Merely earning a roll of eyes, “We’ll leave you be, Araminta. Apparently I’ve got save a woman from going bald.”
“Bald!” Horror spawned even as Olive waded over to where apparently a stick emergency was.
Araminta was fairly curious on how a stick got stuck in the poor woman’s hair too as there sure didn’t seem to be any floating around in the bath. A strange incident elsewhere, no doubt! But she’d politely nodded and murmured a goodnight, perfectly content to sit quietly in her own company.
What a very long day, she thought. What a very long several days! Weeks, actually! If Araminta was still suffering the effects of demon poison and other wounds, goodness knows she’d have likely passed out right there in the water and drowned herself to death. All of it was trying to catch up to her again, creeping in during one of the brief moments of her being idle, taking advantage of Theon’s absence as if her focusing all of her attention on him was what kept it all at bay.
For the time being, she should at least take advantage of wonderful hot water and actually get cleaned up. Araminta shifted over to the edge to get her own bit of soap, smelling it first before working to lather it up. Thankfully she wasn’t covered in layer of blood and grime or sweat, having spent her whole day pricking needles and plucking strings. Truly not a bad day at all, had she not spent a great deal of it disgruntled over things she ought not have been upset about in the first place.
One could always appreciate when things were perfectly uneventful. Especially in the line of business that was based subtly around that of pleasure and good times. Where no one was attempting to throw their weight around because they thought certain ideologies that simply would not stand within the means of a place that was centered around safety. The Madam had been well tasked and well taught in these efforts ensuring the Sable Fawn wasn’t about to meet anything that she didn’t personally agree with. Which impressively was not a lot. At her age, while she was no courtesan any longer, she did not seek to put others into situations she had when she was far younger.
Guests and employees alike were to feel relieved that this was a place of serenity.
Even as she retired after the hours of extensive labour, management and shooing out guests that weren’t staying within but had a hard time finding their own feet due to liquor consumption; it was believed that nothing more would have happened.
Which it did.
Till a point—
The overnight clerk, had come slipping into that of her room come closer to the early morning hours. Gently wresting her from slumber with a bleary confusion. Playing the game of wink wonking frog till glasses could be located on the sidestand of the bed. Feeling the carried lantern like of Senb casting over her own face with such a sense of unease and worry that it only aided her gathering back that of mental facilities. Hastily indicating that her robe was to be taken up as there was little time or reason for her to dismantle hair bonnet or switch into professional attire. By the way Senb looked, this wasn’t something that could wait. Urging her to gather up with slippers on feet, following the other woman out from the room into a exclusive hallway that the other employees had as rooms. Trying to goad Senb into saying what was wrong but she looked simply unable to describe it well enough. Needing another set of eyes that had to be the owner herself.
They milled swiftly through the passages back through the front office till they were coming into the dimmed lit area of the front where, she had to actively blink at the figure that was more or less using the clerk desk as a perch. Hunched over and the smell of iron clung to the air in a foul wetness.
It took her a solid moment to realize just whom it was and she found herself swiftly, “Go alert the infirmary, Senb.” She gave the other woman a push at the hip, indicating she was going to have to go rattle the medical clinic doors.
Not that Senb seemed to mind, making a swift hurry from the clerk desk from the front door. Letting it shut heavily with a thud, as she couldn’t even describe the state the man was in. Besides well… bad.
Stepping up closer, her gaze had fallen upon that of a little leather pouch that was supposed to be brown but was more the colour of red. And she found herself in a state of ugly amusement and proper horror. Looking about to say something to him, when he just simply didn’t look like he was all that coherent. Beaten, rather literally. And the smell of blood was fresh indicating that it wasn’t someone else’s, but his own.
But he was looking at her. A dead stare that seemed to be less mortal and more feral on the edge of trying to stay in the realm of living, Jasa worked her lower lip.
Whatever the hell had happened to his highness, it had clearly been more than she was about to get out of him right now. Just leaving him to keep his balance by using the desk to support and attempting the means of quiet care. At least till Senb returned with hopefully someone big enough to take this man down to where they could assess the mass of injuries. They’d have to wait till he was gone before she would go about telling Araminta. The girl needed her rest of course.
Araminta’s bath was as good as it could’ve been if she ignored the mild discomfort of the public part, or at least the few ladies that had been there doing their own winding down and washing for the day. As soon as she was finished, she headed back to her room… still to find no Theon there and growing all the more anxious about it. Even if he spent the entire day hunting, and perhaps decided he wanted a little feminine company, surely he would still come back to her so she wouldn’t fret and worry?
Unless, of course, her speedy retreat from him earlier in the day triggered a new faux paus and now he didn’t think it was wise to return to the room, lest she continue being an absolute callous monster.
The ladies of the Sable Fawn were kind enough to bring her a late dinner of which she ate as slow as possible to linger awake for Theon’s return. Eventually giving up with a sigh to climb into the ridiculously luxurious fluffy bed. If she’d thought to stay up and wait all night, she’d already lost the battle by climbing into bed.
Having at least put in a good effort of several restless hours before the bed won out and she fell asleep. With such a well insulated, cozy little room, there were no sounds to alert her back to wakefulness.