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Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 05:32 PM**

I need an escape..

A tall elezen wearing thavnairian clothing. Dark purple. Grape purple for exact color. A dark contrast against the golden chains and soft, pale skin. The veil across her face nearly hid her features but... not entirely. At last.. relaxation. Isabelle felt free in this guise. The sky was dark but the city of Ul'dah was lit beautifully with torches and lamps. She smiled. The harp in hand, wasn't the most beautiful nor the best, but it was well-kept and sang beautifully with every idle pluck of her fingers.Â

She'd close her eyes, strumming away, playing a soft, haunting melody as the elezen sat beside the fountain just beyond the Quicksand. The sound of the water was comforting. Freeing even. Not too far off was a couple whispering and giggling together which only made Isabelle smile even more. Softly, she'd hum a soft lullaby without a care in the world.

Brightborn · **11-02-2016, 05:55 PM**

It had been the smell that had sent Tani out of her almost office.Â That smell of dead something, which she'd been unable to find (not that the warring relief and unease at not being able to find its source made it any better; if anything, it made her more reluctant to really look for it, alongside the knowledge that some small pest was living in the series of rooms, which she'd also been unable to find -- which was why, most days, she simply tried to ignore it), and which kept her thinking of the space as storage rooms rather than her office and attached archives.Â That and all the junk she'd yet to clean.Â She knew she should take care of it, but with everything that'd happened... well, it explained why she was in Ul'dah, instead of the Mist.Â Why she'd tried to visit Saiyah, and her brother, and failed at both.

Hadn't really tried at either.

Was ignoring both facts.

It was much more fun to lurk about the Weaver's Guild until she was chased out for being disruptive.Â Was it her fault she had numerous opinions she chose to share?Â ...Yes, yes it was.Â But that was part of the fun, and it felt good to crack a mischievous smile at the harried guild leader.Â Less good to be banned for a moonspan, but, well, some prices had to be paid.

When she got bored of making sidelong commentary at the atrocious stylings and quality of fashions shown off in the Quicksand, she took to the market.Â She bought something sweet that she really, really shouldn't be eating (especially considering how she spent most of her days sitting on her ass unmoving but for writing), defying her better judgement for a few bells worth of enjoyment.Â Sometimes it felt good to be wicked, and Tani was very fond of indulging in that particular pleasantry.

Her thoughts full of idle nonsense, she wandered the streets of Ul'dah, on the outskirts of faster traffic, letting her feet take her along too familiar paths.Â She gravitated away from the busier parts of the city, which was how she heard the music.Â New music, not the street performers she was used to seeing.Â Of a mind to be distracted (and, perhaps, distracting in turn), she followed the music to the fountain -- quiet, watchful; deciding whether or not to be a nuisance.

She paused in an archway, savoring her treat and the sight of the woman with her harp, glowing in the dancing light.

And the couple.Â They lit a wry smile on Tani's face, one not entirely kind.

Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 06:06 PM**

The elezen continued to strum away, humming her tune with wandering thoughts. She caught sight of Tani and, outwardly, appeared not to have noticed much.Â

What is she doing..?

Isabelle didn't address Tani just yet. Instead, she watched the hyur with her turquoise eyes, slightly wary but doing her best not to show it.

Brightborn · **11-02-2016, 06:13 PM**

Maybe she was in a mood.Â Maybe she'd been in a mood since the previous day.Â Or since that day.Â An itch spread over her shoulder, and she reached up to tangle her fingers in and around her dangling earring.Â Well, so what if she was in a mood?Â So what if the couple two skips and a hop away from canoodling out in the open was an eyesore that she wanted to corrupt into a different sort of public spectacle?

The music was nice.

Maybe she just wasn't in a mood to share.

She sauntered into the open room, cool air of the fountain sweeping over her as she moved past the musician and to the couple.Â She sat down much too close to the man, hard confection in hand, and leaned forward.Â She had good cleavage, when she chose to emphasize it, and right then she was doing so, subtly but undeniably.

Less subtly, she started to lick her confection.Â Slowly.Â With much enjoyment.Â Maybe a little too much enjoyment.

Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 06:20 PM**

Isabelle smirked. Yeah.. she knew what was happening. She'd continue to strum her harp, moving towards the three. The flabbergasted young man did his best to ignore Tani. Her own bosom filled her clothes and she would sit there right next to the instigating hyur.Â

Isabelle's voice purred almost sultry as she smiled and leaned close and addressed Tani, "Fine night, isn't it love..?"

Brightborn · **11-02-2016, 06:24 PM**

Oh now they were getting somewhere.

The bench was suddenly crowded, and Tani regarded the minstrel with barely concealed delight.Â She turned enough to appear to be polite to the elezen harpist, causing her hip and thigh to press up against the man's.

"Your music is...inspiring," Tani replied, matching the woman's tone.

Lick.

Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 06:30 PM**

Isabelle grinned really wide as she continued to strum her harp, "Oh my.. Such a lovely night full of lovely things, mm..?~" She would shift to cross her legs and accidentally bump Tani in the process, pushing her even further into the couple.

"Oh dear me, my pardons, mi'lady." She would give Tani that knowing look before addressing the very distracted, very perturbed young man, "Shall I sing you lovely threesome a song..?"

Brightborn · **11-02-2016, 06:37 PM**

"Threesome," Tani mused, setting her hands primly in her lap.Â "What a lovely thought.Â I would love a ... special song."Â Her earrings swung as she turned to beam at the couple, so rudely jarred from their bubble.

She hoped they were uncomfortable.

She hoped they left.

It was incredibly petty of her, but she wanted to be petty, and petulant, and a bother.Â At least she owned it, right?

Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 06:45 PM**

Isabelle tried to stifle a giggle as the man's lady huffed and stood, storming off with her young man. He dared to cast a glance back at Tani.. and certainly not directed at her eyes. Isabelle strummed and started to sing a little tune, eyes curiously focused on the hyur.

Does she notice who I am..? Stay calm. Stay collected.. You've done this a thousand times before.

Isabelle took pride in her songs as she began,Â

"Lips ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, Red the rose
Â
Skin pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes"

All worry or hesitance melted from Isabelle as she dedicated her heart and soul to the simple, yet elegant song. Isabelle shifted while she sang, leg's crossed and nearly bare. She sang for Tani with a smile, continuing sweetly, as she sought to melt away the dour, vindictive mood her friend seemed to be in..

Â
"Eyes blue as the sea and the sky
Water flows, water flows
Â
Heart burning like fire in the night
Gently as she goes."

Brightborn · **11-02-2016, 07:01 PM**

The smile Tani aimed at the retreating couple was definitely unkind, and full of a predatory sort of nasty.Â She watched them with that ugly expression until they vanished from sight, whereupon she let it slip from her face, bit by bit.Â The song was soothing.Â Gentle.Â Absent of the intent that had set both women on the bench to harry two people that had done nothing wrong.

Well, at that moment.Â Tani was sure they'd done something wrong, at some time.Â In that light, she wasn't so bad a person.Â Right?Â Right.

Right.

Tani was self-absorbed.Â It was a base fact, and one she couldn't be proud of, but it was truth.Â And right then, she indulged in her moodiness, her vindictiveness, and her need to cause others unrest; she made use of the performer and brewed in her own thoughts, closing her eyes and listening.Â She relaxed by degrees, coming down with music in her ears and sweetness in her mouth (chomping hard rather than licking).Â By the time the song ended she was mellowed, and distant.

"Lovely," she said, eyeing what was left of her confection.Â Wanting more.Â Wanting the whole market's worth.Â She wouldn't enjoy getting sick from it.Â She weighed her options.

Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 07:07 PM**

Isabelle mused, watching Tani. She wanted to laugh but at the same time, no one would know why. The little hyur was a stark contrast to how she was around the company and the elezen savored the knowledge.Â

Her voice was soft and sweet, "What brings you to Ul'dah, mi'lady..? Seeking companionship from the Quicksand..? Enjoying the sweets of the market? Maybe.. hoping to hear a song or two more?"

Isabelle had fun intentions as she started to play the same tricks that Tani had played on the couple. Shifting in her seat, the elezen would press into the hyur once more.. but only for a moment. Relaxed, she'd lean back against the bench, giving Tani full view of herself.. as she often did for the men who requested songs.

Brightborn · **11-02-2016, 07:13 PM**

"Indulging in a need for entertainment," Tani replied, her voice husky and low, in part from the candy and in part her desire to tease and flirt.

She turned more fully on the bench.Â Minstrels and bards often had reputations, and Tani wondered what sort of reputation followed this one around.Â She looped an arm over the bench, and behind the harpist, leaning back to give the illusion of space.Â Her smile showed teeth.

"I would love to hear more of your voice, dove."Â Her tone was friendly.Â Her eyes declared the depths of her meaning.

Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 07:22 PM**

Isabelle just smiled very wide. She was as welcoming as could be and hardly missed a beat as she responded with just as sultry a tone. Eyes wandered up and over Tani's form, appraising the hyur before meeting Tani's eyes with a flirty, playful gaze,

"In which tone would you like to hear it..?"

Isabelle bit her bottom lip for a moment.

.. Careful now.

She'd giggle a bit with her own thoughts, mostly about how absurd this whole situation was, strumming her harp idly.

Brightborn · **11-02-2016, 07:27 PM**

Amusement met that question, and that bitten lower lip.Â The giggle provoked a responding smile.Â They both knew what the other was about.Â It was a harmless game, a trick, a challenge: it was a wall to smash herself against, over and over, until she settled the uneasy energy beneath her breast.

"Passion," Tani said, sounding rather thoughtful despite her leer.Â "But I suppose you must fill your voice thus for all your endeavors, no?"

She glanced sidelong at the other, looking away with such a patently false demureness that it was nigh ridiculous.

Dieu-le-veut · **11-02-2016, 07:34 PM**

If only you knew..

Isabelle giggled and leaned in a little more. Her soft, purring voice was nearly a whisper. Intentionally quiet enough to try and lure Tani closer, "And what sort of passion do you love most? The quiet and sensual kind? Hard and rough? Heroic and bold..?"

Isabelle would let her eyes openly wander Tani's form before meeting that gaze once more. Her dark lips curled into a mischievous little smirk, easily seen through the purple veil, "Or maybe.. secretive and taboo..?"Â

She'd trace a long nail down Tani's jawline, playfully musing to herself, as she leaned back once more to strum her harp.

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