I'l Fana Kelbé (The White Hart) - Reparations & Preparations [Closed}

[Katarya Frost]

Kat bit her lip as she thought. "I'm afraid I have no skill at drawing ... I think between us you're going to be the one with the visions." She thought a moment. "I'd like to look ... imposing. I spend enough time in the slums being cat-called and insulted, it'd be nice to make those idiot-men think twice. I don't have the coin I once did, but it's coming in ... I don't want to have something made up I can't afford!"

When Ksenia requested a cat, Kat looked at Artemis. "Oh, you must simply say 'yes'! Cat's are the epitome of grace and poise." She glanced at Nyx. "You too, obviously."

[Artemis Black]

Artemis raised an eyebrow in question as he was badgered about pets suddenly. “I’d not considered it, honestly. I can’t just let you have one, or we’ll end up with all sorts. So there’ll need to be a fee,” he said before stroking his chin in consideration. “Perhaps a copper a month and you can tell anyone who asks that there’s a fee without saying how much. Would put off new animals suddenly showing up. I can’t help care for it though, it’ll be yours to keep.”

“If there was nothing else for the plan I’ve got work to get to. Maybe look for me tonight love and I’ll meet with you Ksenia in three days to sponsor your exam,” he said looking to each woman in turn. When nothing else came up he nodded to them both, gave Katarya’s hand a kiss and headed down the hall deeper into the Goose. When he reached the end he stepped out onto the balcony and moved out into the city.

[Ksenia]

Ksenia stared after Artemis. “I guess we’re dismissed,” she said, quirking her mouth into a half-grimace. She stretched her arms above her head. “Now, did you have ideas for this outfit with the feathers? I can start sketching something and planning - I have a feeling it’s going to take time to get everything together.” She flattened her sketchbook and started sketching a quick female outline.

“Maybe something like feathers on your shoulders, almost like exaggerated epaulettes?” Ksenia drew a cloak and added a shorter cape that would cover Katarya’s shoulders and down to the middle of her chest and the bottoms of her shoulder blades. “You could have this piece be separate, so if you need to wash your dress or cloak you don’t need to worry about ruining the feathers.”

Ksenia added a few more strokes to the sketch to define the cape. “Are you looking for a cloak, or a dress, or something else? Tell me what you're thinking of.”

[Katarya Frost]

Kat stroked Nyx's breast as she listened to Ksenia; it was the most polite conversation they had ever had. Kat just wished she had more to say!

"I'd like something I can just add to whatever I'm wearing; if that's okay. I have none of your skill, so I shall be guided by your wisdom in these matters." She looked at the sketches. "These all look fabulous! I think I am in very capable hands."

Nyx chattered at her again, and Kat frowned. "Please don't think me rude, but I fear I have something to attend to." She rose from her seat. "Anything you need just contact me at the Kelbé ... or if we are to be working in the same building, just pop across and I will see what I can impart. I do so hope you get a cat! And I hope Nyx is not too put out by having a rival for affection." She smiled, but there was something her eyes. Worry? "Blessed day, Ksenia."

With that, she walked out of the tavern, her face turning to a frown. What was Nyx trying to tell her?

[Ksenia]

Blinking, Ksenia realized she’d been left by Artemis and Katarya. Fine thing, she thought, pull me from work and then leave me alone! She snapped her sketchbook shut and tucked it in her bag, then gathered the mugs on the table along with her plate to take to the kitchen. No sense in Cece having to make another trip. Besides, she could refill her mug and take it upstairs. Artemis’s mug of ale still had another swallow or two left, but Katarya’s wine was drained dry. No surprise there, she thought dryly. The witch loved her wine.

She set the dishes down by the sink, waved to Cece, and started upstairs. Ksenia pushed open the door to her workroom. The quiet room greeted her as usual, but Ksenia felt her heart twinge just a little knowing that she’d have to leave soon. She’d been planning to finish up the last few items from the silk, but it was only mid-day. Maybe she should go shopping at Miss Turley’s store; she’d put off that errand for ages. Moving out of the Goose would mean she’d need some things that the tavern had provided.