characters: Wren, Piccolo, Chavaleh, Erato
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in mid-conversation, so to speak… Footsteps on the stairs announce Erato's entrance just before he ducks through the doors, glancing around the room. [Erato] Chavaleh's gaze, which had previously been trained on the woodgrain of the bar (discussion of one's name isn't quite something that interests her..), lifts to the door as someone enters, and her face lights upon seeing Erato. "Ero!" Erato returns a smile just as bright. "Chava!" He makes his way over to the girl's side. Piccolo nods quietly, so as not to drag out these thanks for the rest of the night, she assumes it can be agreed they're both thankful to each other. At the sound of footsteps she swivels her head to see who's come in now. It takes her a moment of watching the man and Chava's small outburst to jog her memory...it's him..eh, but she's swear Ero wasn't the name... Not wanting to make a fool of herself she gives a nod of greeting in his direction, wheather he sees or not she doesn't know, but it's better then nothing, better then pure rudeness. Erato slips the cloak from his shoulders and tucks it over a hook in passing. He does indeed catch Piccolo's nod. "...Piccolo, wasn't it?" A smile. "From Lady Greene's..." He chuckles softly. "I owe a certain dolly flowers still from that." Wren's eyes shift to the man entering, then back to piccolo, minding his own business. Chavaleh's attention now firmly planted on Erato, she proceeds to become entirely oblivious to the rest of the bar's populace. "How are you?" Piccolo grins playfully towards him, "Aye, last I heard she was most disapointed you hadn't come calling for her" then sombering a bit she adds, "I'm afraid I can't recall your name at the moment...could you possibly be so kind as to refresh my memory?" Erato reaches his hand over to brush his fingers along the back of Chava's hand. "Erato," he says with a smile. "And it's been quite some time...no-one could fault you for not remembering." His gaze slips back to Chavaleh. "Well enough." Piccolo mm's, taking a moment to store the name firmly in her memory, "Still, I apologize for forgetting. how I could ever forget such a kind man.." a soft chuckle, "And a hero at that!" Chavaleh's brow quirks at Piccolo's statement, and she smiles questioningly at Erato. "A hero?" Wren blinks, looking up as well. Erato's cheeks flush with colour, and he shakes his head. Chavaleh gingerly takes Erato's hand, squeezing it gently and continuing that quizzical gaze. "Do tell, dear Ero." Piccolo's soft chuckles vacading into a simple grin, nods her head in agreement with Chava, "Aye, don't be modest, Erato. Not every day you help save a poor child from injury." The flush, if anything, heightens, but he does return Chava's squeeze. "It...it wasn't such a dramatic thing as Piccolo's making it out to be." [Erato] Chavaleh almost smirks. Almost. But then, Chava doesn't smirk. Sarcasm isn't in her repertoire. "Well, then, Erato.. perhaps you could enlighten us as to the truth of the matter?" Erato sighs softly, shaking his head. "A young girl skinned her knee. I helped bandage it. It's a simple story..." Piccolo has received your page: "You can almost hear the 'don't talk about the dolly' in his voice." Piccolo's grin only broadens, she happens to -like- dramatics, and she begins to remember why it was she liked Erato so much, "Well simple when you put it like that..." she trails off, figuring she'll save everyone her version for the time being at least. Erato gives Piccolo a helpless look. "You have me at your mercy, m'lady....doubtless if you tell this audience she skinned it on the scales of a dragon instead of the rough cobbles of Haven, they'll think I'm merely being modest and demand to see the beast's head..." His tone is light. Chavaleh grins at Erato, her thumb moving gently back and forth to caress the back of his hand. "Still a noble thing to do, with or without a dragon. Though, if you happen to have its head with you, I'd love to see it." Wren watches silently, looking a bit confused. Piccolo smiles devilishly at Erato, eyes dancing with mischief, "Oh come now, perhaps I embelish a bit, but only because such noble deeds deserve a bit of embelishment. After all, any man woud have carried the poor dear to a place she could have been helped, but only a great one would stay and make sure she was not only healed, but comforted as well." You give Chava and Picc a disgruntled look, sighing melodramatically and collapsing on a chair. "Nary a tooth, dearest. Nor a whisker, if dragons have whiskers." Wren grins a little at the poor man, glad the teasing is off him, if not a bit jealous. Chavaleh simply smiles innocently at Erato before shaking her head. "According to the stories, dragons haven't a hair on them. But then, according to stories, a man gave birth. One can't always believe what one hears." Piccolo smirks, enjoying every last moment of this, "I'd say what you came away with instead was much more intriguing then any ol dragon head anyways, hairy or not." Erato brushes his thumb over Chavaleh's fingers, granting her another dramatic sigh. At Piccolo's words, his blush flares up once more, and he closes his eyes, free hand trying to hide his face. Chavaleh giggles at Erato and cants her head in question. "What -did- you come away with?" Piccolo can hardly contain a laugh as she watches the man, only holding back her giggles so as not to miss his answer. Erato lowers his hand, turning a mournful gaze on Chavaleh. "Dearest...I had hoped to keep this matter a private one, but since the lady has brought it up in public I cannot but answer your question, if you insist..." It's delivered in his very best melodramatic tone. Chavaleh's smile broadens, and she glances quickly at Piccolo before setting her attention firmly.. and soberly.. on Erato. "Oh, but I do insist, good sir." Piccolo bites her lip, hard, trying still to contain the laughter building inside her. Twisting her head a moment she glances towards Wren to see if he's enjoying this as well. Wren is smiling gently at the man, waiting to hear the answer himself. Erato lifts his free hand to his brow in true tragic form. "Chava...I must beg your forgiveness, for a fair damsel of linen has stolen a kiss from me and urged forth my promise to court her with flowers and ballads." Chavaleh, never one to be out done, catches on immediately and plays along, looking desperately stricken and making her chin tremble. "No!" Erato lowers his gaze, sighing. "Aye, my lady...for all the wretchedness that is me..." Wren raises an eyebrow. . o O ( Another woman? ) Chavaleh feigns tears, which run down her cheeks in melodramatic rivers. "Oh, Erato! How could you!" Piccolo a few soft giggles finally escape as she pipes back up, chiming in with her bright little voice, "I must say, that I have heard in good authority that it was the best kiss she has ever recieved...if it is of any conselation to you." Erato's visage drops even more. "It...she was so charming...and so insistent..." Chavaleh bites down hard on her bottom lip, which now trembles almost violently, and wipes the tears from her eyes as she drops her gaze to her lap, sadly shaking her head. "Oh, Ero.. my heart is the thinnest paper, and you have torn it into so many pieces.." Erato sighs, looking up at Piccolo. "Tell the sordid tale, lady Piccolo...so that my lady may hear to what depths her noble knight has sunk..." Piccolo pushing down the rest of her giggles pretends to sigh, shaking her head somberly, "Well now that I find out you had a lady of your own it seems a bit less noble...but after saving the dear child from eminent danger it seems dear Dolly became quite infatuated with our friend here. And with little persuasion she stole a kiss from him whilst we had our backs turn, they both declared their love for the other and though Dolly wanted a marriage right away, Erato asked instead for mere courtship...whic of course Dolly agreed to , being so in love with him and all." Chavaleh gasps as though having been hit, her free hand flying up to rest its back on her forehead in a gesture of purposeful overacting. With this, she closes her eyes and pretends to swoon, swaying back and forth uncertainly. Wren grins slowly, unable to help but laugh a bit. Erato reaches out to steady Chavaleh, his face a masque of tragedy. "What have I done?" he cries out. Chavaleh falls limp in Erato's arms, the stool nearly toppling over, though Chava does manage to catch it by wrapping her ankle around one of the legs. And then she's completely limp. Silent. Unbreathing. Well, not entirely unbreathing, but it looks as though she is. Piccolo gasps, "Oh dear...Erato, now would be a most marvelous time for that heroism of yours. There is a damsel in distress needing you.." Erato looks up at Piccolo with a stricken expression. "See how low my perfidy has brought me?" He gazes down at the bundle in his arms. "Chava...Chava my darling..." he calls softly, tapping her cheek. "Please...come back to me..." Chavaleh slowly opens her eyes and blinks at Erato, shaking her head as she pretends to attempt to focus her eyes. ".. I had the strangest dream.. I thought you had fallen for another girl.." Erato shakes his head, caressing Chava's cheek. "Never, my darling...it was merely a momentary delusion...an ancient sin on my soul. She holds no place like yours in my heart." Chavaleh's slow smile is one of a contented person in their death bed. "Say it again, Ero. Tell me again." "You are the only one, Chava..." he murmurs softly. [Erato] Piccolo Awwws softly, "Isn't that sweet..." she murmmers just loud enough so the two of them could hear without much trouble. Chavaleh smiles again, this one absolutely genuine, not even her acting touching it. "Well, as long as we're clear on that.." And then the most direct of thoughts: Come and see me tonight. Wren giggles a bit more loudly. A close observer would see Erato's eyes glitter brightly for a moment, the faintest hint of a content grin on his face for a moment. "Aye, my lady." He attempts to settle Chava back on her stool. [Erato] Chavaleh is settled willingly, smoothing her dress as she situates herself and wipes the drying tears from her face. Tossing her thick braid over her shoulder, she offers Erato the quickest of suggestive half-smiles before turning her attention to the other two. Maigyn is -such- a bad influence. Piccolo leans against the bar top, sighing softly, "Ahh, a happy ending...what a marvelous fairy tale." she chuckles. Wren looks over at Piccolo. "Happy endings are nice..." Erato gives Piccolo a mock-glare. "Wait until I have to explain to Dolly that I was caught up in the moment and don't truly love her," he sighs. "I fear murder'll come of this yet." Chavaleh shakes her head firmly. "Well, if she murders you, Ero, I'm afraid I'll have to give the poor child a stern talking-to. One she's likely never to forget." Piccolo grins, "Dolly is still young, she'll get over it quickly enough.." turning towards Wren her grin broadens, "Perhaps I could introduce her to you...see if we can't sway her mind away from our dear troubled friend over there?" Erato's eyes widen slightly. "Take my advice, good young sir," he says to Wren. "Stay far away from women...they're trouble, nine times in ten." Piccolo turns a wicked grin towards Erato, "It's too bad men enjoy trouble so much, then isn't it?" At Erato's words, the strawberry-blonde's fair brow arches in a dangerous question. "Is that so?" [Chavaleh] Erato turns to give Chava the full benefit of a charming smile. "You, my darling, are the tenth." Chavaleh positively beams at Erato, nodding approvingly. "That, my dear Ero, was a most excellent save." Wren blinks, reddening at Picc and not saying anything, studying the bartop again. Erato glances at Chava briefly. "...It's worth it, though, to find the right one..." he says to Piccolo, a hint of merriment in his tone. Piccolo says, "Mmm, and I couldn't agree more." Wren's eyes raise again, glancing at piccolo quietly. Angel chuckles softly from behind the bar. "Y'make 't sound like y'bin in Erato's place," she comments to Piccolo. Piccolo smiles warmly at angel, one hand instinctivly brushing against the jade pendant about her neck, "well i suppose in a way I have been..." Angel smirks, eyes flickering to Chavaleh's pendant. "Mmm...mebbe." She sounds amused. Chavaleh's gaze follows Piccolo's hand as she speaks, and the younger girl idly reaches to her neck to tuck her identical necklace inside her dress, clearing her throat. Piccolo chuckles softly, hand dropping away, "Though there are some definate differences in my case.." Angel grins. "Like I'm thinkin' it's no' a woman y'searchin' for..." Piccolo grins back, "Aye, that'd be one of em" Erato tries to hide a yawn of exhaustion. Wren sips quietly at his water. Chavaleh's gaze flits concernedly to Erato, and she reaches out to put a hand on his forearm. "If you're tired, Ero, perhaps you should go to bed," and then another, unspoken: If you're too tired.. Erato stands. "I think I'll take a room, if you have one for the night, Angel..." (telepathed to Chavaleh) *amused laughter* I have a few things to take care of...expect me later. Piccolo glances to Erato, "Leaving? Well it was wonderful seeing you again, dear friend." Chavaleh smiles softly to herself and licks her lips, turning her amused expression to Piccolo again, though her hand stays on Erato's arm. (telepath from Chavaleh) "I thought not." Erato leans over to kiss Chavaleh's cheek. "Until we meet again in the morning, my lady." He bows to Piccolo. "Likewise." Chavaleh fights off an even bigger smile as her hand falls to Erato's own, which she squeezes. "Goodnight, Ero," she coos. Piccolo lifts a fold of her skirt slightly, giving a half curtsey from her seat in return to the bow, "Good evening" she says softly, then turns to leave the two be. Erato returns the squeeze then frees his hand from Chavaleh's, bowing once more and disappearing up the stairs. |