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It was obvious almost from the moment of her birth that Jeannine would go to Orchis House. She was a gloriously happy baby, laughing and cooing at all that caught her eye. Born to Valerian House adepts, in the heart of the Night Court itself, she is intended for Naamah's service, and duly trained in the arts of the Court. (They do not even attempt the test of the candies, not with her. She is, quietly, spoken for; she is a child of joy and laughter, and Orchis it will be.) Though the scholarly ways are lost on her, she finds the arts of etiquette and grace are as natural as any could have wished. The story of Blessed Elua and his Companions, she adores, and begs it out of their priest of Elua as many times as he will tell it. Sparkling blue eyes and eager smiles do their work as well on Elua's priests as on any other, and Jeannine hears the story no small number of times.
At ten, she departs for her new household in Orchis House. They have paid surety for her since she was a child; now she is theirs in truth. She finds the other children as bright and lively as she, and delights in their company. As a group they are rather mischievous, in truth, but as long as they play with good nature and light hearts, their antics are not much discouraged.
At thirteen, she is formally dedicated to Naamah's service at last. Her dove is a small but cheerful one, true to the spirit of her dedicate, and flies over Elua's temple with ease- one and all rejoice in her good fortune. Instructions in the arts of Naamah is added to her schooling.
At sixteen, she begins her marque. She falls in love with the design from the moment she lays eyes on it; it's a shower of roses falling down her back. Here and there hides a thorn, a testament to her origins in Valerian, but the flowers are beautiful shades of pink and purple and float and spiral down her spine. She adores it. Slowly, so slowly, she makes progress on the tattoo itself; she may not be the finest adept of her generation, but she is talented indeed. She does not lack in willing patrons to leave her a patron-gift towards the marque's creation. She is becoming known, to those with the inclination to know, as a particularly fine example of the Orchis canon.
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joy_in_laughter
"And much did the Duc of Camlach-that-was regret that day, for truly, the Lord of Marsilikos made a lovely maiden. And much did his wandering hands lament his mistake..."
sparksflying
"Ah, poor man! But mayhap he was not too disappointed by the surprise..."
joy_in_laughter
Jeannine abandons her posturing in favor of laughter. "One must hope, certainly. But still and so, that his hands wandered at all- t'would be an awkward revelation, in the midst of a court meal!"
sparksflying
Ninette giggles some more. "Well, what did the Lord of Marsilikos think of all this?"
joy_in_laughter
"Why, he was most indignant- in the course of the banquet," Jeannine replies promptly. "Buuuut, Court legend would have it that they later sought out the Night Court for some amusement after the festivities." She smirks. "A happy ending all 'round!"
joy_in_laughter
"But of course!" She tidies herself up quickly, then turns back to Ninette with a flourish. "Well and so, my lady; to the library, then?"
sparksflying
"To the library!"
To the library.
The library contains: books.
To the library.
The library contains: books.
joy_in_laughter
"Name of Elua, there's so many of them!" Jeannine breathes in delight. "Oh, joy. I might remain here a while..."
She wanders blissfully between the shelves, examining the titles. She takes note of those she wishes to return to, then comes back to Ninette's side. "Would you care for me to read you a story, my lady?" she offers. "Or, perhaps, we could enact one of our own...?"
She was, after all, hired for a purpose. And this particular patron has quite a presence, of which Jeannine resoundingly approves.
She wanders blissfully between the shelves, examining the titles. She takes note of those she wishes to return to, then comes back to Ninette's side. "Would you care for me to read you a story, my lady?" she offers. "Or, perhaps, we could enact one of our own...?"
She was, after all, hired for a purpose. And this particular patron has quite a presence, of which Jeannine resoundingly approves.
joy_in_laughter
"We could!" Jeannine laughs. "Do you wish to relocate, then, my lady? For I must admit, I paid little attention to our path, and haven't an inkling where we might go."
They need not seek out other rooms, if one is to put a fine point on it, but it might perchance be more comfortable.
They need not seek out other rooms, if one is to put a fine point on it, but it might perchance be more comfortable.
sparksflying
"I'll show you to my room," Ninette says cheerfully. "Mine is the bigger bed."
joy_in_laughter
Well then, Jeannine shall follow Ninette to her room, and sets about the task of proving why it is she is so well regarded in Orchis House.
(And of course, in the doing, to have rather a lot of fun.)
(And of course, in the doing, to have rather a lot of fun.)
joy_in_laughter
As it would happen, Jeannine is quite pleased herself!
Naamah is her favorite goddess.
Afterwards, she lies in Ninette's bed, reveling in the luxurious feel of her sheets. She curls a finger lazily through Ninette's hair, watching it fall back to her shoulders with a smile. "Would that all my patrons were half so enthusiastic," she laughs softly. "What now, my lady? Do we wait still for your sister's return?"
Naamah is her favorite goddess.
Afterwards, she lies in Ninette's bed, reveling in the luxurious feel of her sheets. She curls a finger lazily through Ninette's hair, watching it fall back to her shoulders with a smile. "Would that all my patrons were half so enthusiastic," she laughs softly. "What now, my lady? Do we wait still for your sister's return?"
sparksflying
"Aye," she says. "Knowing Sara, it may be that she now waits for us. I should go look for her, I suppose, but—" she giggles softly "—I am so comfortable where I am."
joy_in_laughter
Jeanine giggles in response. "I must agree. Your bed is so wonderfully soft." She rolls back and forth on it playfully for a minute, then cuddles back up to Ninette. She smiles at her archly. "But if your sister already awaits us- a little longer won't hurt, surely...?"
joy_in_laughter
"I'm so delighted we agree!" beams Jeannine.
After they finish paying homage to Naamah (...again), Jeanine sighs and reaches for her gown. "No more!" she declares, feigning a swoon. "You have worn me out, servant of Naamah though I am!"
After they finish paying homage to Naamah (...again), Jeanine sighs and reaches for her gown. "No more!" she declares, feigning a swoon. "You have worn me out, servant of Naamah though I am!"
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