Picking up the Piece |
Summary: | The Tyres heir comes to pick up the blade that has been custom made by the charming and skilled blacksmith Arielle Delara. |
Date: | 1866-10-02 |
Related: | Shopping Tyres Style and Party at the Tyres Manse. |
NPCs: | {$npc} |
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Fire and Steel - Four Corners |
The first room one sees upon entering is a clean shop and display area. The floors are polished wood of a medium hue and the walls the same off white stone as seen outside. A counter with small locked glass cases holds jewelry while the wall to the left holds examples of the weapons crafted here. The right wall holds examples of the armors. A neatly written sign on the center of the counter between the cases lists prices for each current premade item for sale as well as prices for custom orders and commissions. Behind the counter another door leads into the forge itself. |
Octobre 2nd, 1866 |
The late morning sun is still rising over Four Corners, the weather is cool and clear and business in the market is busy. Fire and Steel is no exception Arielle is busy making sure her latest creation is up to par. The blonde haired blacksmith stands at the counter examining the blade she made for Guillaume Tyres while she waits for the man’s arrival to pick it up. Dressed in her work clothes her hair has once more been secured into a braid, the beauty from the ball a few days ago still there but more subdued. A few extra sets of armor wait nearby off to one side to be picked up after being repaired but other than the blacksmith the shop is empty for now. Arielle eyes the slender blade which is laid out on a sturdy cloth on the counter and slowly begins to cover it up for when its owner arrives. It is a fine blade without any flaws or imperfections and the design on it is ornate without being over the top. Arielle pulls out a small book and flips through it while she waits for her customer to arrive.
The door to the smith's shop opens and Guillaume Tyres enters with his usual shadow Bertrand. The bodyguard looks unremarkable in his rather plain attire, a pair of trousers and a vest in a dirty shade of beige worn over a shirt that could use a round in the laundry; boots that are stained with the traces of dried mud; a hand that rests on the pommel of a very plain but effective shortsword at his side. His master looks the complete opposite, wearing breeches in a purple shade today, tucked into clean boots that seem to have been polished just recently; a doublet of purple samite, embroidered with three red lilies, and twines between them done in a golden thread; a shirt worn below, that looks as white as the teeth gleaming in his currently displayed confident grin. Bertrand closes the door behind the Tyres and assumes a casual lean against the wall. Guillaume meanwhile steps closer, dark eyes glinting, as he takes in the rather functional attire Arielle wears today in a slightly impertinent inspection. "A good morn to you, fair Arielle," he murmurs, one corner of his mouth lifting. "You do look enchanting, even in the clothes of a smith."
If allowed, Guillaume will reach for Arielle's hand and apply a gentle kiss to its back - as if to affirm his words, by proving to her she still inspires his gallantry even if not wrapped in that enticing dress she wore at his party. Straightening, his hands let go of her fingers, he holding her gaze for a moment longer, before his gaze drops to the covered item on the counter, a brow raised in silent question as he lifts his eyes in silent question, meeting her gaze.
Those sapphire blue eyes lift as Guillaume enters the shop. The book is carefully stowed away underneath the counter as Arielle studies the elegantly dressed Tyres with a soft smile. The flattery is met with a light flush to her cheeks as they turn a pale pink hue. Arielle ducks her head a bit shyly but doesn't protest at all as Guillaume takes her hand and kisses it. She peeks up at him through her lashes and her smile brightens a little. "It is quite flattering to know that you still find me enchanting Master Tyres. I will have to find an excuse to wear a dress in your presence again I think." Her smile turns a bit playful as she says that though he blush remains even after his hand withdraws. As his gaze goes to the covered item she grins a little and slowly reaches to uncover it. "Yes I finished it. Have a look." The blade is slowly revealed as Arielle unwraps the cloth that surrounds it revealing the slender elegant blade Guillaume ordered. She looks back to the Tyres and steps back letting him examine it her eyes shining with curiosity about what he will think of her work.
That blush adorning her cheeks will not go unnoticed. Guillaume's dark eyes will linger for a moment in her face, smiling appreciatively as he contemplates her words, and perhaps the enchanting rosiness of her face as well. "I would very much like to see you in a dress again, Mistress Arielle," he intones, keeping his voice in a lower register that is easy on the ears. "Mayhaps… there will be an opportunity for such soon enough."
His attention shifts to the blade as she uncovers it, the Tyres' fingers running over the slim blade, as he studies it, then reaching for the hilt, his fingers closing about it as he lifts the weapon carefully at first, admiring the design of a rising phoenix she has applied to the sweeping hilt, a slight gleam there in the golden accent as he moves the weapon a little and it catches the light of day that illuminates the room through a window. His attention shifts to the balance of the weapon, and with a brief glance towards Arielle Delara he steps back a little to execute a few careful swings, and then one or two with a bit more momentum and fervor. He studies the blade, pointing it towards the window, turning it in the light, that faint smile already curling his lips growing in intensity. When his dark eyes find Arielle's blue gaze again, she will notice the impressed look he gives her. "Very good. Excellent." A gesture with his hand summons his man Bertrand who strolls closer at a casual stroll. "What price did we agree on?", Guillaume intones casually, towards the female smith.
Noting the way his eyes linger on her only encourages the blushing. That pink tint to her cheeks is a soft rose color by now. Arielle smiles softly and nods at the suggestion that there might be an opportunity soon for her to wear another dress. "My mother will be delighted for the chance to make me another dress I am sure." Arielle remarks in faint amusement, it would likely be known to him that Arielle's mother is a rather famous tailor in the city. Those blue eyes watch as he examines the blade, watching his reaction to it and looking positively delighted as he looks to her with that impressed gaze. She smiles brightly. "I am glad you like it Master Tyres. I hope it serves you well and that you might be willing to do more business with me in the future." She offers softly and then glances to Bertrand as he approaches. The man gets a polite nod before she looks back to Guillaume. "Twenty five crowns." She states the price calmly still looking rather pleased that her work meets with his standards.
"A fine blade," Guillaume assures, with a smile, commenting on the weapon while he very much is aware of her blush, as long glance he gives her suggests. After putting the weapon back onto the counter, placing it gently upon the cloth that had covered it, he inclines his head to Bertrand who hands him his purse. "Twenty-five crowns seem like a reasonable price for it." The requested amount is counted and placed onto the counter, next to the blade. "Mistress Delara, a pleasure doing business with you," the Tyres adds in her direction, as he hands the purse back to his man, who steps back to his place by the door. "You are not only crafting weapons though, if I remember correctly? But also jewelry?" His smile loses some of his charming impertinence, the look he gives her for once reflecting more of a business than romantic interest.
to be continued