09.16.3013: Pie and Revelations
Summary: Lincoln and Klaudea bump into each other over a flower. Pies and jobs are discussed
Date: 09.16.3013
Related: none
Lincoln Klaudea 


Hanging Gardens
A green oasis in the midst of the white city of Obsidia and the gray and brown continent of the Crescent, the Hanging Gardens are kept cool and bright with misters placed at the top of the white maze-like walls that twist and turn through the half-mile expanse. The white stone of the walls is almost invisible beneath the fall of greenery descending from hidden planters within them. Clinging ivies and draping vines make what would otherwise be a stark space soft and comfortable, the flora carefully chosen so that there is always something blooming somewhere in the Gardens. There are benches and arbors tucked here and there into the near-maze, providing places to sit and relax, and there is even a small lawn around an equally-small pond at the center of the Gardens.
09.16.3013

Obsidia is a place of beauty, the city beguiling people from near and far with it's natural beauty, and its man made beauty within. Even being raised in Obsidia, Klaudea can't help but be amazed every time she visits, her eyes round with wonder as she discovers a new flower to sniff. Leaning forward, with her hands clasped lightly behind her back, she inhales the scent of the yellow blossom, hesitantly at first, but then more deeply as the scent is sweet rather than musky. Brown, wavy hair falls over her shoulders, and she straightens with a dreamy smile and half-lidded eyes.

Lincoln's just trying to clear his head. Too much drama, to much reading has left him with a slight head ache and a new location usually helps, so he finds himself wandering the Hangign Gardens, dressed in nice, but casual clothes, several corded necklaces hang from around his neck, several silver rings are on his fingers. His pants are just the right amount of tight, in just the right places. He'll smile softly as he sees the pretty girl smelling the flower. "Good one?" his age is hard to tell, he could be 18, he could be 30….

The friendly face that turns to him is young, and something about the roundness, the bright openness of her eyes, seems to scream of trusting innocence. "It is. I think it's new, because I haven't noticed it before. It's nice and sweet, kind of spicy sweet. Like… apple pie and cinnamon. " Klaudea looks at Lincoln. "I don't think I've seen you around here, I'm Klaudea Blackfells." Perhaps of Blackfells Manufacturing, if he knows anything of the area he might have heard of it.

Lincoln chuckles softly, "I'm Lincoln." His smile is bright as well, "Apple pie, huh? I'll need to get a sniff when you're done." He doesn't make a move to the flower though, instead hooking a thumb in the loop of his belt. "I'm from the Ring, so…no. I'm not usually around here much. I wanted a good place to clear my head. This seemed like a good place for it."

Klaudea nods slowly as she backs away, raising a hand to indicate he should step closer. "Please, be my guest. It is a nice place to hangout and just.. listen. I think that everything sounds so far away when I'm in here."

Klaudea nods slowly as she backs away, raising a hand to indicate he should step closer. "Please, be my guest. It is a nice place to hangout and just.. listen. I think that everything sounds so far away when I'm in here." She looks up, over the walls, except that with her lack of height, she can't see much. "Lincoln…" she trails off looking back to him as she realizes he didn't give his last name.

Lincoln nods softly and steps forward, there's grace to his movement, almost a nimbleness. he'll bend over and take in the fragrance. Chuckling, "Well…now I want pie!" When he straightens, a lock from his bangs falls into his eyes, making him look a bit younger now, "Oh…sorry. Lincoln Dunne. Nice to meet you, Klaudea."

Klaudea smiles, her cheeks dimpling up and her eyes sparkling. "Nice to meet you, too, Lincoln. What do you do when you're not wandering around gardens trying to clear your head?" Her head tilts curiously as she looks up to him.

Lincoln tilts his head with a grin, "Well, I'm usually then filling my head." He'll turn to look at Klaudea, "I work at the blue Nirvana, if that's what you're asking. You?" He'll study her back, curiously. and then he'll laugh, "And now I really do want pie…"

Klaudea shakes her head slowly at the mention of the Blue Nirvana. "It sounds vaguely familiar," then she shrugs, a little laugh burbling up at his return to pie. "Well, I do know where there is an amazing bakery, with melt in your mouth pie," she offers. "But you're going to have to share if I take you there."

Lincoln grins, "I think I could have my arm twisted into sharing pie. I hear it actually tastes bette rig you do." He'll not want to be too forward, but will offer an arm, "Now, or are there other flowers to tempt me into a different pastry?"
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Klaudea's eyes light a little as he offers his arm, and she takes it. Turning she gives a little laugh and a shrug. "Well, there are the white ones that smell like vanilla, they're," she pauses, twisting around his arm as she tries to get her bearings, "over that way, I think," her hand waving off in a direction roughly behind them and to the left. "And of course, the strawberry vines will make you think of strawberries."

"Well…do we have our hearts set on pie, or do we want to a la mode? or strawberry short cake?" link's clearly enjoying the conversation. He'll glance in the directions she's pointing out, but will let her steer him in whatever direction she wants. He's just happy to not be worried about his family situation.

"Oooooh, a la mode," Klaudea enthuses, but then he mentions strawberry short cake and her eyes show a clear battle trying to decide which is the best. Then she gives a shrug as they continue to head through the maze towards the entry, the girl walking with the assurance that only familiarity can bring. "The bakery has them all, so, we can decide when we get there… or have some of each!"

Lincoln laughs, "Oh…You're dangerous! some of each, huh?" He'll let her lead, as he's in not familiar territory. "You lead, captain." There's a bit of a bounce to his step.

"Oooooh, a la mode," Klaudea enthuses, but then he mentions strawberry short cake and her eyes show a clear battle trying to decide which is the best. Then she gives a shrug as they continue to head through the maze towards the entry, the girl walking with the assurance that only familiarity can bring. "The bakery has them all, so, we can decide when we get there… or have some of each!"

Lincoln laughs, "Oh…You're dangerous! some of each, huh?" He'll let her lead, as he's in not familiar territory. "You lead, captain." There's a bit of a bounce to his step.

Lead on she does, pointing out a few more plants on the waay, and relating a tale of a couple caught snogging on one of the hidden benches as they go. "her father was in the middle of negotiations for a betrothal, too," she finishes.

Lincoln laughs, it's an honest, happy laugh. "The horror. What a horrible tale to tell their children, can you imagine?" He's smiling looking around the Gardens. He's soaking up the …normalcy of the day. "And that's when Grandpa caught mother and I in the bushes…"

Klaudea laughs. "Only if the family of the boy met her family's expectations." she gives a sigh and shakes her head. "I feel bad for nobles sometimes. even after I become a knight, I'm determined to marry for love." she gets a little pink in the cheeks. "I know. it's a silly girl thing."

Klaudea laughs. "Only if the family of the boy met her family's expectations." she gives a sigh and shakes her head. "I feel bad for nobles sometimes. even after I become a knight, I'm determined to marry for love." she gets a little pink in the cheeks. "I know. it's a silly girl thing."

Lincoln shakes his head, "Not at all. I think a marriage without love would be awful." He'll shrug, "I also think that everyone is rushing those things, because of the war." He'll look over, grinning, "Knight, huh? That's pretty crackerjack."

Klaudea ducks her head in a nod. "It was my thirteenth birthday present. Papa convinced his cousin to take me on as a squire. Although, Sir Uric fell in the ambush at Spikka, so Sir Thalo is my knight, now.

Lincoln's eyebrows go up and then he nods sympathetically. "I'm sorry about your knight. I can't imagine that was easy. How is Sir Thalo?" He will him her arm a soft squeeze of sympathy before, adding, "You must be close to your knighting, though, if you started at 13?" He's trying to stay on topic, but give her a happy focus on it.

Klaudea doesn't seem to be the type to be down for long, because she readily smiles at his questions. "Oh, Sir Thalo is great! It's actually a great honor for him to take me on. I was worried that I might not find someone else." She places her hand over his in appreciation when he squeezes her arm. "There are some things that Sir Urik concentrated on to the exclusion of others, so I think I have a couple years, yet."

"Well, that's rockn'." Linc grins, "Like…you can swing a sword, but not ride a horse?" Linc's not a Knight groupie, so while he knows what it means, he doesn't know details. "I'd offer to help, but I'm not so much a knightly fighter type."

Klaudea chuckles as they leave the garden. "You don't say?" she asks with a grin. "We'll, that. And some of the things like being able to train someone else, or strategy and such, I haven't had as much instruction. I guess it's a good thing I'm a squire, though. It keeps me from being in a rush to get married and make babies."

Lincoln shrugs, "well, I could probably help you with things like etiquette, dancing…things like that. But I get the feeling you won't need help with that. You move too fluidly to need help." A Small laugh, "Well no rush is good for me and my pie needs then."
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Klaudea chuckles as they leave the garden. "You don't say?" she asks with a grin. "We'll, that. And some of the things like being able to train someone else, or strategy and such, I haven't had as much instruction. I guess it's a good thing I'm a squire, though. It keeps me from being in a rush to get married and make babies."

Lincoln shrugs, "well, I could probably help you with things like etiquette, dancing…things like that. But I get the feeling you won't need help with that. You move too fluidly to need help." A Small laugh, "Well no rush is good for me and my pie needs then."

Klaudea laughs as they walk along the streets. "Oh, with a polearm or a sword in my hands, I'm a capable enough dancer," she agrees. "But on a dance floor with an unarmed partner, I'm as graceful as a pregnant hippo. But, the etiquette I'm doing just fine, thank you." She glances curiously to him. "You are versed in etiquette? Not many people without a title or that don't work for a house know their etiquette."

Lincoln grins, "Oh! The beauty of the Mother in hippo form! You must be magnificent at dancing!" Laughing, "I'm very resourceful .And a fine dancing teacher, if you chose to want to learn." Linc shrugs, "I'm not like most people."

The idea of a mother hippo being beautiful brings more laughter from Klaudea, and she lets the question of how he knows etiquette go, but her curiosity isn't done yet. "Well, what about you? You know I want to be a knight, I'm a squire. What do you do when you're not offering almost strange girls dancing lessons?" She's momentarily distracted as she smiles at a couple passing, lifting her other hand in a wave.

Lincoln nods, fair is fair, "I want to be an actor. I've done a few community plays, but it's hard to break into." He'll shrug, "So, when I'm not working? I'm learning lines and stuff. I had to learn swords play for a show a few years ago…that was fun." Linc smiles and nods to the couple as well, following her lead.

Klaudea grins. "Well, it's only fair that if you help me learn to dance, I should help you learn your lines when you have a part, right?" she offers in the name of fair play. "That was Mr. and Mrs. Felling. Mr. Felling is a manager in one of the factories around the bend. Papa offered him a job, once, but the other company offered a higher salary."

Looking as the couple passes, a small frown crosses his face , like Linc's realized something. sighing, "I'm not working right now, just so you know. Some people get confused. I don't want…I don't want you to be surprised." He'll watch her with his dark eyes, "You seem very nice, and I've enjoyed talking to you. I don't want you to misunderstand who I am. You know what the Blue Nirvana is, right?"

Klaudea slows her pace a little, and looks at him curiously, her friendly brow creasing in worry. "I've heard of it on the tabloids or something lately, I think. It's like a club, isn't it?" she asks, her gaze clearly not understanding his seeming trepidation. "Why are you talking in the past tense, like our talking is over? We haven't even reached the bakery." Confused she may be, but not entirely dumb.

Lincoln give her a small, crooked smile, "I want to go to the bakery. It sounds wonderful. I just wanted to make sure you knew , so there's no drama. The Blue Nirvana's a brothel." While prostitution isn't illegal, not everyone approves. He'll shrug, trying to not dwell, if she seems ok with it, "we can always get apple pie with vanilla ice cream. It will be two of the vices."

Klaudea does stop at his announcement; her mouth making a very round 'O', although no sounds comes out. "Do you.. are you a…?" she does turn quite red as she asks, but then she shrugs, and manages a smile. "Not going to go all out and tackle all of them at once?"

Lincoln smiles softly, trying to not laugh at her squirleyness. "I work there, yes." Unless she asks for more details, he'll not give any. His smile brightens, making him look younger, almost his real age, "I didn't want to speak for you, and have us ordering half the bakery. …not that I have problem with that, mind you. Food is one of the ways we know the Six care."

"Do you like it?" Klaudea blurts out before she thinks, then she turns a little red, but she hasn't actually pulled her hand away from his arm. She plunges into the discussion of the food instead. "We could order half the bakery, but then I'd be too sick for my evening training… or else hurl it all on Sir Thalo's feet. And since I have to clean his armor, I'd rather not make more work for myself."

Lincoln blinks, "I like having a job, if that's what you mean?" He's smiling though, now clearly amused at her question. "There are good and bad things with it, like any job." He'll laugh, "ok…not half the barker then. I'd hate to do that to you…or Sir Thalo. Perhaps just a dessert each? We can split them?"

Klaudea is really embarrassed, now, his amusement at her causing her to duck her head to hide her red cheeks. "I … right." She's actually quiet for two seconds on end for the first time since they met. "Well, if you're still wanting pie, you go for the pie a la mode, and I'll probably get the strawberry shortcake. I do like their shortcake quite a bit." She pauses again. "If you're ever around again for lunch, there's an amazing sandwich place around the corner…"

Lincoln lets it go, not wanting to embarrass her too much. "I am still craving pie, yes. And will gladly share some with you, if you'd like." He'll look down down at her, almost like he's trying to decide on something, "I might just happen to be around for lunch, some time. I like lunch." Then he smiles again, that bright, win anyone over smile, "although if you're looking to win me over, coffee's the way to go." He'll smile, more wistfully now, clearly over acting, "Oh…coffee….tis the nectar of the Six…"

Klaudea grins. "And I'll be happy to share some Strawberry Shortcake," she offers, but not quite looking at him again, yet. However, the mention of coffee has her chuckling. "Well, I don't know about trying to win you over, but the cafe next to the bakery supposedly has the best coffee in the Crescent."

Lincoln's trying to not find her embarrassment over his job too cute. People either don't care, ore mortified, or are embarrassed, but curios. Those are the best. "well then. Best of both works….And trust me. You'll want to win me over. You always want to win your dance instructors over with caffeine. Jittery dancing is the best." He's teasing, that much is clear in his tone.

Klaudea shakes her head, her laughter bubbling up. "Oh no… you don't want to see me and caffeine together, jittery wouldn't even begin to describe it" she tells him. "I will bribe you with coffee if you can teach me to dance, but I will not drink any myself. I wouldn't learn anything. At. All."

Lincoln laughs, "You'd learn to drink coffee! There's an art to it. You probably just haven't had any proper cups, is all." Linc is keeping an eye as to where their going, to be bale to find the place again, "I've been learning to make the drinks myself. We have a machine, it does all the fancy stuffs. Foam, cappuccinos, tripple expressos."

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