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Author Topic: Quality and Cooperation  (Read 182 times)

Description: attn: Elenor (and any Bonded she brings with her)

Offline Priscilla Livius

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Quality and Cooperation
« on: Jun 25, 18, 12:36:00 PM »
The Pruulian visit to Athena's Worshipper had not gone unnoticed.  Far from it, actually, and were anyone to pay attention they might be surprised to learn that Priscilla was.. interested.  She was rather notorious for being somewhat self-indulgent, after all, even by Hayllian standards. 

It wasn't that she was overly so - she just simply didn't seem to care about how her actions - or inactions - might effect her familial legacy.  It wasn't that she didn't care.  She just didn't want the Legacy to impact her actions while she was so young!  A Hayllian had thousands of years to make their mark, why should they give up the first few hundred years to a future that would take thousands of years to accomplish?  A few hundred years was hardly too much to ask; especially as she'd rather get her youthful rebelliousness over with now, while the expectations were lower.

She had the feeling her willful nature would be harder to maintain when she was 'older' and 'should know better'.  Well... now she was getting older.  Perhaps it was time she showed a little initiative.. something to whet her father's appetite and catch her grandmother's interest.

Which was why she'd had invitations sent out to the Pruulian Queen for a meeting today.  She'd decided to make it a somewhat cozier event.. nothing to be held in the large garden.  She chose the smaller courtyard.  There was a pool in the center, for one, and there was shade to be had.  In this heat, that would be welcome, even for desert savages she was sure.  Of course, Selena had said they weren't quite as savage as their origin would suggest.  While that was high praise indeed, it didn't mean they were quite as civilized as she would hope either.  Better to err on the side of caution.

She was somewhat curious, after all.. she'd rarely had the opportunity to truly interact with the Short Lived races, and from the sounds of it, this Elenor Lirion al-Sabbah was part long-lived.  That seemed like a good half step to dip her toes in and get an inkling of how such creatures thought.

She overlooked the trays of edibles, pluckign idly at dates and figs, to test them for taste.  Her fingers raised, catching the attention of one of the acolytes.  "We'll need something a little.. sweeter, as well.  Perhaps a bit of honeyed cake?"

"Of course, Lady Artemis."

She smiled, then, and began to unbuckle the braces on her wrists.  She'd just come from practicing her Archery, after all, the quiver still sitting on her hip.  She'd vanished her bow, naturally - that wasn't something she'd let anyone touch without her express permission.  "We will want the Chai from that White Lotus import as well.  I'm in the mood for it."

She didn't bother waiting for a reply.  The good thing about her position was that the Acolytes were.. well.. eager.  At hearing the warning 'chuff' from the hounds, however, she lifted her head. 

"Brutus.  Caius.  Pax."  Such loyal creatures, her hounds.  They had a few years left in them before she'd have to start training replacements.. and just the thought had her reaching out to stroke fingers lovingly over their skulls. 

"My precious boys."  She smiled, rubbing her fingers over their ears and laughing as they immediately rolled over for belly rubs.  Which was probably how her Pruulian guests would find her.  One brace off, the other still in place.. and her hands vigorously rubbing at dog bellies. 

Offline Elenor al-Sabbah

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Re: Quality and Cooperation
« Reply #1 on: Jun 25, 18, 09:44:39 PM »
As much as she had enjoyed having Michael by her side for the meeting with Lady Edelbertos, she decided to take this one alone. Her newest Bonded had slipped effortlessly into the role Matin usually played while he was back in Onn, but right now all of her Bonded were grating at her nerves. They could see that she was in pain, something that she was able to more or less hide from others. She had lost one of them and had heard nothing out of Onn or Askavi so far to confirm who it was. Michael was great, as was Zafir, and Luc of course was wonderful, but each was slipping into a space that usually fell to one of the males who wasn’t with her now, and it was driving her half-mad with worry.

So today, after half a night of truly terrible nightmares and the second of peaceful sleep after Judiah reminded her of the dreamcatcher web Jeremiah had given her that she seemed to keep misplacing, Elenor had chosen to leave her escorts at the archway to the courtyard. She had chosen to dress in a comfortable yet not entirely inelegant light cream dress and let her hair down. Just as in Pruul, there was no real hiding her coloring, so why the fuck even try?

This meeting hadn’t been one of the ones planned in advance, but apparently news of her arrival and what she was after had spread quickly and Elenor was knee deep in letters. It turned out that people were very happy to be able ‘scam’ a bunch of savage Pruulians into trading perfectly good salt and Queen’s Gift for unusable water. If they wanted to see it that way, Elenor was happy to let them. As far as she was concerned she was getting the better end of the deal, and if the other side of the table thought the same, all the better.

As she approached the Lady she was due to meet, a few things caught her eye. First, were the dogs. Her face broke into a wide grin as one of the lumbering beasts rolled over to get belly rubs. She missed her own dog something fierce, but he was back with her Court. Taking a puppy across five Territories filled with meetings hadn’t sounded like a good idea. Her fingers itched to rub the heads of the two dogs whose attention her steps towards their owner piqued. The second thing she noticed were the arrows. It had been a long time since she had called in her own and practiced, but hunting had been one of the things that she had liked most about being on her own. In the absence of people to focus on, it had been a good outlet for the natural fierceness of the Blood.

Finally, it was the woman herself that caught her eye as hers rose to meet her. Elenor inclined her head. “Lady Livius, thank you for the invitation. I hope the day finds you well.” Then, after a moment of indecision, she asked, “may I say hello to your dogs? I had to leave mine behind for this trip and I miss him very much.”


Offline Priscilla Livius

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Re: Quality and Cooperation
« Reply #2 on: Jun 26, 18, 02:01:55 PM »

May I say hello to your dogs?

Priscilla immediately liked the short lived savage.   Couldn't help herself.  Too many people saw her dogs as decoration, or as useful tools.. and not as the beautiful creatures they actually were.  Creatures worthy of respect, and admiration, and love!    "Of course.  Brutus, Caius.  Say hello."

She smiled, settling back on her heels while watching her two beasts sit upright, panting in that sweet dog smile that they were capable of. 

Looking at them, one would never guess at just how fierce they could be.  The wrinkles of their faces, the goofy expressions.. that was why she loved htem.  They could be fierce, and proud, and protective... they could also be absolute goobers who made her laugh and relax.

"I never go anywhere without mine if I can help it.. and fortunately, I usually can help it."  She chuckled, standing and working her last brace off to set to the side as she looked at the Queen for a moment before carefully extending her hands.  "Lady Lirion al-Sabbah.. welcome to one of the Courts of the Peccatori.  Personally, one of my favorites.  Would you like something to snack on?"

She gave a soft smile, though there was still that tilt to her head that suggested she was feeling rather... lofty.  It was something she had a hard time NOT doing, as one of the scions of the Hundred Families.  Besides, her father had drilled it into her that she WAS better than most of those not of the family, Hundred Families included.

That the idea was utter bullshit didn't change two hundred years of practice, though. 

"This one here.. is Brutus.  And that one is Caius.  They're my current War Dogs."  She smiled, settling into one of the chairs, a hand rising to play with the feathers of one of her arrows.  "I hear that you are looking for brackish water.  I've plenty that I can arrange for you to obtain, provided that the reciprocation in trade would be worth it."  Her head tipped to the side, smiling a bit.

"I imagine that many of my fellow Hayllians believe they are taking advantage of you, if they create such bargains.  Silly of them, don't you think?  Salt makes the world go round, as it were.. and I can't imagine that Pruul would want brackish water for anything other than salt... considering how useless it is to you otherwise."

Offline Elenor al-Sabbah

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Re: Quality and Cooperation
« Reply #3 on: Jun 27, 18, 01:12:54 PM »
Elenor let out a little squeal of delight as the two lumbering rolls of skin and muscle on legs moved towards her, tails wagging. She fell to her knees, opening her arms which seemed to be the invitation they were waiting for because a moment later she was flat on her back having her face licked and the breath crushed from her lungs by the two large dogs.

They were perfection. Her laugh rang through the courtyard, and she didn’t care one bit that her hair was getting dirt in it and that the dog’s paws were leaving prints on the cream color of her dress. They were dogs. They could do no wrong.

She scratched up behind their ears and under the rolls of their chin, giggling again as one of them laid a sloppy kiss all over her nose. Se wiped the slobber away with her shawl, pushing herself up at her elbows to grin at the Hayllian. “Thank you very much. I needed that. And thank you for having me here. Please feel free to call me Elenor. My full name can be a bit of a mouthful.” With very little grace considering she still had two huge hounds sniffling at her, Elenor got to her feet and did her best to brush her dress down. It did little good so she chose to ignore it, instead taking one of the proffered seats and looking over the offered tray of refreshments.

“This all looks delicious.” There was a decanter of white wine on the table and she poured herself a glass. When in Hayll… Taking a sip, she sighed in contentment, then turned her attention to business, though one of her hands was still busy scratching Brutus right above the tail.

“If you have brackish water and are willing to trade, then I’m happy we’re getting a chance to talk. You’re right of course, this is about salt. Not all of our business in Pruul is about salt but my Clan does specialize in it.” With a small flourish she called in one of the dozens of identical folios of papers she had made before leaving Pruul and handed it to the Black Widow. In it was both a summary of the new mining process and the details of where the water would be going, though it did not include the technical specifications. They were long, boring and most of all she didn’t want the plans falling into the wrong hands and to find her equipment sabotaged.

“I’m sure Lady Edelbertos has given you a heads up about my pitch, but here it is anyways. I need water and lots of it for a new salt production method. I don’t need to own the land the water is on, just to have access to it. In return I can either provide a set quantity of salt, a long-term discounted rate, or I can return a portion of the water infused with my power to Gift the land with. If there is anything else you would prefer in return for the water other than what I listed, I’m open to ideas though.”

Offline Priscilla Livius

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Re: Quality and Cooperation
« Reply #4 on: Aug 09, 18, 06:55:47 PM »
She looked through the papers, her affectation of 'bored but still listening' remaining on her face as she looked over the basic contracts and their options.  None of these options were unsuitable, to be honest.  For a shorter lived creature, her contracts were well thought out.  It made her wonder if she had Long Lived in the staff, to be honest.

Yes, that must be it.  Short lived, from what she'd heard, were rather abysmal at thinking in the long term.  Understandable, considering their handicap.

Still - her mind was racing with applications for the many options available here.  This wasn't something she was running by her grandmother, or her father.  The land that was brackish was on her family's property - and she had every right to use 'worthless' land as she saw fit.

But she would like to make the 'worthless' bring about a surplus - she would like to present that at her grandmother's feet and provide her family more ammunition in their attempts to maintain power in the Senate.  Her grandmother's pointed looks at that party still remained with her - something she envied the Queen in front of her for not having.

Queen of a Clan or not, it must be nice to not have to worry about impressing Prisca Livius.

"Have you any examples of the salt that you produce?"  She held up the portfolio, her eyes trailing down to watch the Queen's handling of her dog.  Brutus was being spoiled rotten, and it showed in the lazy way he panted.  She couldn't find it in her to make him work for it right now.

"I have never seen salt created by evaporation methods from Pruul."  Hayll had some of its own salt, that was true enough.  If she got into the 'salt trade' as it were.. then she'd need to make sure she had unique product.

It was moments like that she wished her brother were here.  But no.  No, he was still sore about something that had happened when they were nearly infants, and so he was off pouting.  As he was wont to do.  He had to forgive her someday didn't he? 

Her eyes turned to one of the acolytes as they brought in a new cart, lips curling up in a smile.  "Wonderful.  Thank you.  Would you like some honeycake, Lady Sabbah?  The chefs at this estate are quite good, I assure you.  I adore these cakes."

Offline Elenor al-Sabbah

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Re: Quality and Cooperation
« Reply #5 on: Aug 09, 18, 08:13:33 PM »
Elenor finally disengaged from the wonderful Brutus to call in a box the size of her palm and pass it over to the Black Widow sitting nearby after opening the lid. Inside, flakes of pure white salt sat, stark against the dark wood of the container. Instead of the pinkish hue that colored most Pruulian salt, these were pure white and had a distinct pyramidal crystalline structure. Each flake was distinct, and shimmered as the box was moved in the light.

“As you can see, this looks more like Chailottan Fleur de Sel than what we have been producing up until now. The evaporation process removes all impurities and leaves only salt behind. Feel free to taste. You’ll also notice the same intense salinity in the bite that we’ve always had compared to sea salts but a superior mouth-feel to the previous irregular granules or fine powder. Beyond culinary purposes, though, the lack of impurities makes it better at preserving food and in medicinal uses, and the lighter weight makes it easier to spread in thawing ice in the mountains.” It was a pitch she had given many times before but never tired of. She could talk about Pruulian salt for days if someone let her, but Elenor bit her enthusiasm back a little now, not wanting to drown the woman in facts she didn’t desire or need.

To give her time to examine the product and consider, Elenor gladly accepted one of the small cakes, taking a bite and savoring the sweet, nutty taste. “These are amazing. You were right.” Not that it took a lot to delight Elenor: food was one of the great loves of her life, after all.

This unexpected deal, if it went through, would give her a safety net. Dhemlan still hadn’t agreed to a meeting, though she was finally in contact with one Queen from the Territory who didn’t have water to give but might be interested in increased bulk salt sales. This might make up for a portion of the water she needed that she was not getting from Pruul’s southern neighbour. That would be excellent, but it would still mean… Askavi.

Fin had cautioned her against going there, but it was the only truly water-rich Territory that bordered Pruul in the west and on the Sapphire Winds that passed just south of Onn. She just had to put on her brave face and do it, after all, Kaderian had said that Askavi might be willing to trade, desperate for it, in fact. Maybe that would keep her alive long enough to make her offer.

 

 

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