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Sat Sep 07, 2019 10:17 am

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19th Roalis, night
It took Aodh longer than normal to make his way to Painted Ladies, his leg felt like it was on fire. Years of housebreaking and working for the Resistance, sure he’d had his minor scrapes but this, it was more embarrassing than anything, or it would be once the pain faded.

He stopped in an alley and took his tobacco pouch and rolling papers from his waistcoat and managed to roll a cigarette, he lit it with match and smoked half of it in one long drag. It helped, though Aodh wished he had something stronger to smoke as he limped the rest of the way to Ava’s shop.

Aodh stood before the shop, the lamps were all out inside the shop, he hoped she was still awake. He looked up at the window which he thought was her flat, no lights either, but the window was open.

Aodh called up.

Ava, are you awake?”

He just hoped they’d learnt something worthwhile.

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Sat Sep 07, 2019 12:34 pm

Late Night, 19th Roalis, 2719
Woven Delights, the Painted Ladies
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Ava yawned, covering her mouth with her hand, feeling the faint prickle of moisture at the edges of her eyes. It was a lovely, warm summer night; Roalis’s heat was creeping steadily in, but it was not yet so hot as to be unpleasant, though the breeze that trickled through her open window carried with it the promise of hotter days to come.

The small cat sitting in her lap let out an insistent rumble, and Ava lowered her hand back to his back, stroking sleek gray fur. She eased the small light on her desk closer to the book before her, her careful set up meant to shield anyone on the street from seeing she was still awake at such a late hour, and focused her eyes once more on the neatly printed words before her.

Therefore, a living conversationalist constrained by time in his endeavors to disable his opponent would do well to recall the lessons of Stasborros on the conduction of electrochemical stimuli through the central nervous system. The implications are trivial.

Ava yawned again, closing her eyes for a long moment. She sat back in her chair, and stroked the cat once more. He rubbed at her hand with his head, tail lashing against her leg, and his claws prickled softly against the soft fabric of her robe, and let out another insistent little mutter, a rumbling sound deep in his throat.

“Yes,” Ava said, sleepily. “I think it is time for bed.”

She shut the book and blew out the light, and shifted. The cat did not take the hint, and so with a little giggle, Ava scooped him up and deposited him on the bed. She yawned one last time, and began to untie her robe, just as a voice drifted in through the window.

Ava did not hesitate; by now, she was no stranger to sudden visits in the middle of the night. She made her way to the window, disabling the little contraption which kept it open for the cat but, thankfully, not for anyone else, and peered out, glancing down at the street below, and the pools of light that limned the cobblestone streets. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sight of Aodh Elzo, looking limp and more than a little bedraggled, clutching a cigarette as if his very life depended on it.

Ava did not speak, did not call back to him, but she gestured towards the alleyway at the side of Woven Delights, urging him there. The jolt of adrenaline was more than enough to banish her sleepiness.

Ava pulled her head back in the window, and settled the mechanism back into place. She did not change from her pale green cotton robe and the nightgown beneath, but she did settle her feet into slippers, draw the robe a bit together closed, and make her way downstairs. From the soft whispery thud of little feet behind her, she had not succeeded in keeping the cat upstairs, but – Ava did not worry about it, already thinking ahead.

Ava drew back one of the many curtains that covered the walls of her small back room, and unlocked the small door that led out into the alley at the side of the house. From the inside, uncovered, it looked merely like a door; from the outside, in the alley, it was all but invisible. She gestured Aodh inside, eyebrows lifting slightly at the sight of him.

Ava’s black hair was braided down her back, a few strands free against her face; unlike the last times Aodh had seen her, she wore no make-up, her face washed free of it in preparation for sleep. Her green cotton robe was soft-looking, comfortable, and between it and the nightgown beneath there was little in the way of exposed skin, but it did not have the structure of her usual dresses. Her small, bare feet peeked out from beneath the hem of the robe, but she held herself with all her usual dignity, as if she were greeting him at the store outside, rather than in the dark of night.

Ava smiled at Aodh, welcoming and yet almost professional, serious. “Good evening, Mr. Elzo. Perhaps I might be of some assistance?” She let her voice trail softly up at the end. She disappeared behind another curtain, and after the soft click of some secret mechanism, re-emerged carrying a heavy leather bag, settling it down on the table between her couches.

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Sat Sep 07, 2019 1:20 pm

19th Roalis, night
Almost at the point of giving up hope of Ava being up Aodh becan to go through his other options.

However when he saw her face appeared in the window his knees nearly buckled with relief.
Nodded in understanding he limped his way to the alley, almost dragging his right leg now, he had a bad feeling it was in a worse state than he realised.

When he was faced with a blank doorless wall Aodh was somewhat taken aback. Even more so when a door emerged from nowhere, in that moment Aodh thought Ava Weaver was about the most beautiful woman he'd seen. Despite his pain, he managed to grin, bow slightly and answer.

"Aye Miss Weaver, I'm afraid I'm in need of your skill with a needle an' thread. Else these trousers will be a right off"

Aodh pinched his cigarette out and stuck it behind an ear. Then he followed Ava into the shop, closing the door behind him.
In the soft light his face looked deathly pale and as he moved his brow was furrowed in pain.
He looked at the couches and chairs in the backroom and scratched at his beard.
As Ava re entered with the leather bag he said.

"I know I've troubled you already bothering you so late. I hate to do so further by ruining one of your chairs."

Even in pain as he was, he still had manners.
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Sat Sep 07, 2019 3:06 pm

Late Night, 19th Roalis, 2719
Woven Delights, the Painted Ladies
Ava had seen Aodh’s dragging right leg, but she did not focus on it. Instead, it was his face that she focused on, taut and pale, but solemn. It was the way he held himself, with whatever dignity the pain in his leg had left him with, and that he refused to yield to it. It was the careful cover he had stuck to outside, the way he had been mindful of his surroundings despite his desperation.

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Ava smiled at Aodh. She did not ask him again to sit; she did not force in, or tell him he was being foolish, no matter how true it might be. Instead, Ava moved to another of the secret cupboards hidden behind the swaths of fabric over her walls, and withdrew a large dark square of rough fabric – an awkward shape, one that looked very much like it had been left over from other cuttings. It was, despite that, more than large enough to cover space for Aodh to sit, to drape over the seat of the couch and onto the floor beneath it - to let him take his weight off his feet, without any fear of marring the delicate cover of the couch or the cushions beneath.

Ava spread the cloth out over the couch, gently, settling it at the end where Aodh could sit, and she’d have easy access to his leg. Almost by force of habit, she smoothed the cloth, and tucked it in gently at the edges; by the time she had finished, it looked very nearly like it belonged. She smiled at Aodh again, and left him to make his own choices, stepping out into the main shop. With the curtains drawn, no one would be able to see the faintest light coming from the back room, and so Ava did not hesitate to fetch the small lantern that hung there on the wall, and a pack of matches from the counter next to it.

Ava carried both into the back room, and set them down on the small table, next to where Aodh’s elbow would be, if he had taken her up on the offer of a seat. “Would you do me the favor of lighting it?” She asked, smiling at him again.

Next, Ava crossed to the other side of the room. She disappeared behind the curtains, shifting around once more. There was the soft splashing of liquid, and a quiet glug.

The curtains over the stairs where Aodh had once hid shifted, and a small gray cat wound out, tail sticking up, waving like a banner. He looked utterly confident, as though this too was his domain, and he made his way gracefully across the floor. He sniffed at the wick’s boots, curious, then wound back away.

Ava emerged carrying two rough mugs, and set them down next to the couch with a smile. One was clear water, cool; the second had a couple inches of cheap whiskey, judging by the smell. Over her arm, she had draped a few small cloths; these, she set down at her leg. She disappeared again, and returned with a small bowl of water.

Ava settled gracefully onto the floor at Aodh’s right leg without asking. She knelt, but kept her back utterly straight, and she looked about as comfortable there as she had sitting casually on the couch across from him. She looked up at him, as calm and serene as if she were selling him a piece of fabric. There was nothing in her that acknowledged any vulnerability for either of them; there was nothing in her that even hinted that she might find the position odd or uncomfortable. She was not clinical – she was never clinical – but her smile was no more welcoming than it had been at the door, and she managed to keep a sort of separation between them, as effortlessly as she breathed.

“May I take a look at it?” Ava asked. She set the bowl of water down on the ground beside her, and settled her hands gently on Aodh’s boot. There is, she seemed to promise, with her look, with her posture, with her grace, nothing to be uncomfortable about here.

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Sat Sep 07, 2019 10:30 pm

Late Night, 19th Roalis, 2719
With a half smile Aodh said.

"Least I can do, considerin'."

He gave a small shrug, he knew he was being foolish for standing .
But he could see how much work Ava had put into building this place and how much it mattered to her. Even now, though the pain in his leg was making him clench his jaw he couldn't help but grin as she placed the rough fabric and made it neat.

As she left the room he lowered himself to the couch let out a groan as the weight went from his right leg.

What was more foolish is he had realised, he did not want to seem weak in front of Ava. He muttered to himself softly.

'You're a bloody fool Elzo, thinkin' like that. She's rosh… to rosh for the likes of you.'

He mopped the sweat from his brow with his kerchief finally let out a sigh of relief, he had got out of it alive and to friendly territory and hopefully with useful information.

When Ava came back in with the two mugs his nose twitched at the smell of the whiskey.

“I’ve a feelin’ that ain’t fer drinkin’?”

Although there was an element of hope in his question, a quart of rum or the like wouldn’t go amiss he thought.

As she settled by his right leg, which was stretched out before him stiff as a tree limb again he was struck with how pretty she was. Again internally he cursed himself for a mung oaf, he returned her smile, though he knew his was strained and nodded slightly at her request.

As he tried to move the foot to make it easier for her to remove the boot a bolt of white hot agony shot from his ankle up his leg and hit in the guts like a hammer blow. Aodh bit back on the scream, jaw creaking as it clenched.

To Ava’s skilled eye it was pretty clear the ankle was broken, or at least a very bad sprain, that and the lower half of his trouser leg was stiff with dried blood. His right calf bore four long furrows where the dogs teeth had just caught him, they were angry red and still seeping a little blood.

As Aodh managed to get his breathing under control he shift to sit back up again and winced at a pain in his chest.

“So, tell me will I ever play the piano again?”

Though his face was ashen and sweat shone on his brow he still managed a grin.
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Sun Sep 08, 2019 12:31 am

Late Night, 19th Roalis, 2719
Woven Delights, the Painted Ladies
Ava grinned at Aodh. “I’ve something else to disinfect with,” she said, reassuringly. “The whiskey’s just to take your mind off the rest of it.”

Ava could see Aodh stiffen with the pain of trying to move his leg; his whole body was taut and tense. Ava bit back words of comfort and ease; she did not murmur soothingly or extol him to be careful. In fact, she did her best to pretend as if nothing had happened. If he had cried out, if he had made any noise, Ava would have responded; but she felt that to make obvious the pain he had suffered so deeply to stifle would be to waste all his effort, to make him feel less.

So, instead, Ava focused her attention on undoing Aodh’s laces as if it took all of her concentration; she behaved, as naturally as she could, as if tugging free the knot and loosening the cords was all that she could think about, as if she could not possibly spare even a moment of focus for anything else. She held onto the task as long as she could, drawing the boot slowly off his foot.

Even once that was finished – Aodh was still breathing audibly hard, and Ava did need to focus to draw his boot off. She did it carefully, gently, easing it off of his foot and setting it off to the side, and removed anything else as necessary to be able to see his ankle beneath. Next, she turned her attention to his pant leg, carefully rolling up the excess fabric. By now it really did involve her full focus; she kept her hands away from his leg, careful not to brush the angry red marks on his calf. A dog, if Ava had to guess, but she was not certain.

Only when Aodh shifted did Ava pull her hands back, careful, letting him move. He spoke, and Ava looked up at him, surprised, then giggled. She grinned at Aodh, broadly. “With your toes, even,” she promised, and giggled again.

Sprained or broken? Ava examined Aodh’s ankle, face soft and faintly worried. A bad sprain would be serious enough; for a broken ankle, there was very little she could do, and he might have genuine trouble healing. It was swelling – it was already quite swollen, really – but she did not see any sort of mishapeness that would bring to mind swelling.

“Can you tell me where it hurts the most?” Ava smiled at Aodh. “Here?” She touched the bone of his ankle, very lightly. “Or more here?” She did not slide her fingers along his skin, but rather pulled them away, carefully, and set them against the softer part of it. Her face was set, now, a little more serious.

At Aodh’s confirmation that the pain was more in the soft parts of his ankle, Ava smiled a little wider. “Sprained, then, but no broken bones, I think,” she studied his leg, trying to think of what to do first. Rest, she thought – as if it were so easy! Rest. She would have to find a way to tell him. Cooling the joint, easing the swelling with pressure, and lifting it up – this was, so far as Ava knew, almost all that could be done.

“A cool cloth should help,” Ava said, decisively; more than anything, she thought, it was best that he not doubt she knew what she was doing - no matter how uncertain she might feel. “I’ll fetch something cold – just a moment.” She rose as gracefully as she’d knelt, and made her way towards the back of the room, disappearing behind the curtain. Her bare feet were nearly silent on the stairs, but Aodh would hear the faintest trace of her movements as she went up.

The small gray cat had returned. He sniffed at Aodh’s bare toes, nudged the wick’s foot once with his head, then disappeared beneath the table. He hopped up onto the couch next to Aodh, padded onto the cloth that Ava had laid down, and curled up next to Aodh, tail lashing once against the cushion, then settling around himself.

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Sun Sep 08, 2019 12:31 pm

19th Roalis, late night
When the boot came off there was a feeling of relief, though short lived as the throbbing continued in ernest.
Aodh laughed at her jest and smiled.

"Now wouldn't that be a site for the galdori, some wild tsat playing thier fancy harpsichord with his toes.""

A bad sprain rather than a break, well that was good news at least. Aodh had seen broken bones turn bad and kill even hardy folk...

Then he thought about Cinad, he had not thought of his brother for a long time, though it was his death at the hands of thugs in the pay of jent had made him take up the life of a freedom fighter.
Unexpected and unbidden tears came to Aodh's eyes at the memory, and he rubbed them away while Ava's attention was on his wounds. Wouldn't that just be the icing on the bloody cake he thought bitterly.

As she rose he coughed the lump from his throat and winced, he need to bind his chest for sure. Wasn't the first time he'd had damaged ribs. He watched her go and was about to say something when the cat bumped his foot softly and he warmly smile as it joined him on the couch.

"Well good evenin' friend."

He thought of petting the cat, but decided it was better to let them be, either way it was nice to have the company.

It was then he remembered the mug of whisky, he reached down picked it up, silently toasted where Ava had gone, and then the cat and downed the mug in one. Coughed then winced and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

'Aye, that'll help.'
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Sun Sep 08, 2019 2:15 pm

Late Night, 19th Roalis, 2719
Woven Delights, the Painted Ladies
Ava made her way up the stairs and into the small studio she called her own at the top of it, pushing the hatch open. She crossed to the small icebox that held what she had which needed to be kept cold, pushed back away from any windows that might let the sun touch it. From a small nearby drawer, she took out an icepick, and chipped off a large piece of the ice, wrapping it in a careful handkerchief.

Ava did nothing else upstairs; she did not need time to compose herself. She did not trouble to fix her braid or check her face or even re-arrange her nightgown and the soft robe that covered it. There were times when such things were important, vitally important. This was not one of them; getting Aodh comfortable, so that he could rest, was her first priority. And so, as soon as she had the ice, Ava made her way back downstairs.

Except - Ava tugged the hatch closed behind her as she made her way back onto the narrow stairs tucked against the wall. But in the descending, she made a point to step a little harder against the wooden steps, and cleared her throat softly from behind the curtain. She held a moment at the base of the stairs, the only time she waited; Aodh’s comfort was important, his healing too, but… she would not embarrass him, if she could avoid it. If he had chosen to take these moments to compose himself, if there were emotions he felt that he did not wish to let her see, she would not surprise him.

There was no trace of any of it on her face when she brushed the curtain aside, and she smiled a little wider at the sight of the cat sitting next to Aodh. Ava knew that she ought to be stern with the little creature – by rights, she should scoop him up and carry him back upstairs, shut him into the bedroom, and ignore even the most plaintive meows; it was a careful balance, keeping a cat in a fabric shop.

Ava did not take the cat upstairs. She checked on Aodh’s whiskey as subtly as she could – gone, which was not entirely a surprise – and knelt next to his foot once more. She settled the handkerchief against the worst of the swelling, knotting it to keep the ice inside, and knotting it again to keep it in place against Aodh’s ankle.

“Would you like to tell me what happened?” Ava smiled up at Aodh once more. She still held that distance between them, even as she fetched the bag from the table, and began to sift through it, taking out gauze and the sort of alcohol one did not drink. She added a bit of soap to the bowl of water she had set down, and began to clean the scrapes with that first, her hands gentle. Despite the lightness ofh her touch, despite the warm smile she offered him – Ava kept herself apart from him too, a certain distance between them in the set of her shoulders, in the professional way she worked.

She would not press further; if Aodh didn’t wish to speak on it, Ava would not ask him again. She did not know, in truth, if these injuries were from Blackthorn’s party; she knew that the party had been tonight, and she knew that Aodh had not intended just to play in the garden. She thought those the type of injuries he would come to her with, most likely. But if some galdor had set their dog on him, if he had stumbled onto some other mischance in his own business – Ava would not begrudge him that healing either, nor the sleep she had already lost.

But talking and silence were both their own forms of comfort. Ava did not know Aodh well enough to know which he would prefer, and she could respect either; she would let him choose. That, along with cleaning, with ice, with the binding of his wounds, she could offer to him.

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Sun Sep 08, 2019 8:50 pm

Late Night, 19th Roalis, 2719
Aodh put the now empty whiskey cup down, his hand unsteady as his face already starting to feel numb, the strong drink having a much quicker effect on him than normal. He picked up the mug of water and sipped from it.

As Ava came back in with the bundle, that steamed slightly in the heat of the room, he dragged his eyes from her and drank more water. As she tied the ice filled handkerchief filled with ice around his damaged ankle he sighed and let his head flop back onto the couches backrest.


“That is grand, Ava you’re a saint and a… well aye a saint.”

Internally he cursed himself again he’d nearly called her beautiful.

‘Aye sure call her the most macha rosh you ever saw. Bloody fool.’

When she asked what had happened he drank more water and sat slightly.

“Aye, so I went to Blackthorns party as planned, you should have seen um. Pack of jenk’s all dolled up and all watching me! Ha it was a site to see, though most of my attention was on playing. Any road, I got through the fourth song and this servant gets sent over and tells me to cut things short and be on my way. I reckon he was one of ours, so I follow these instructions I got from.”


He paused, drank more water and made a gesture as if to say ‘you know who I mean’ and then continued.

“So in slips I through a window and so creep the place, looking for Blackthorns study. When I find it I go through the desk, I’m about to spring the lock on a draw when I hear these voices. So I grabs the only thing I found of interest a letter, so decided to go out the window, see if I can’t wait um out. It’s Blackthorns sister and her maid and they talk about a lot of stuff I didn’t get. Mentioned some names, I reckon I can recall um, anyway the maid shuts the window so I decide to dust it.”


He stoppeds, looks embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, truth be told I made a mess of the jump, hit the wall almost get mauled by this mant brute of a dog, and well. Here I am, the sorry mung state you see before ya.”

Aodh sagged and hung his head in chagrin as a wave of shame hit him.

“I reckon I made a mess o’ things.”

He ran his hands through his hair and looked away.
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Sun Sep 08, 2019 10:20 pm

Late Night, 19th Roalis, 2719
Woven Delights, the Painted Ladies
Ava glanced up at Aodh’s use of her first name, pressing her lips together softly. Her hands stopped on his leg, holding still, and the next time he looked at her, he would see the faintest trace of something like rebuke in her eyes – just a feeling, something almost intangibly cold in the air. Her hands were still hovering over his leg, one holding the wet cloth, and otherwise she did not move, not in any way that he could name –

And yet, she drew back, ever so gently in some indefinable way, putting a little more distance between them.

But the moment flickered, and it past, and Ava bent her head gently to Aodh’s leg once more, cleaning the cuts on his calf as he told the story of Blackthorn’s party. She interrupted him only once, with a soft warning. “This will sting,” she said, gently, and cleansed the cuts with a bit of medical alcohol, carefully doing her best.

Once Aodh could continue, Ava went back to his leg, placing soft gauze pads against the still-bleeding spots, and covering all of it with a few wraps of gentler fabric. She had nearly finished by the time the embarrassment crept into his noise. Ava wiped her hands clean, sat back slightly, and looked at him, evenly, still kneeling at his feet. She heard the embarrassment in his voice, and she saw the shame wash through him.

“Chin up, Mr. Elzo,” Ava said, firmly. “Nothing’s injured that won't heal, in time,” she grinned at him. “The dog didn’t maul you, so far as I can tell, and you weren’t caught.” Ava glanced down at his leg, and shifted the ice off it, gently. “Let’s get this on the table, shall we? Better to keep as much weight off it as we can.”

Ava rose, and fetched two soft pillows from the couch, stacking them on the table nearby. She knelt at Aodh’s feet once more, waiting until he was ready. When he was, she slipped her hands beneath his heel, took a deep breath, and lifted his leg, settling it onto the pillows.

Once he was in place, she found cloth, and wrapped it around his ankle, up the leg and down the foot, keeping everything firmly in place. The compression, she had been trained, would help with the swelling. That taken care of, Ava settled the ice back on his foot, businesslike once more.

“We’ve the letter,” she said, firmly, rising and sitting next to him on the couch. The small gray cat shifted, and eased itself comfortably onto her lap. Ava didn’t complain, and wiped her hand dry before beginning to pet him once more; a soft, warm rumble of a purr rose from the cat’s throat, and Ava’s smile softened a little at the feel of it, the way it echoed gently through the quiet, comfortable room. “Tell me about that.”

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