The Silver Queen [AU]

[NPCs]

"It is often a matter of... balance, I suppose. Once can either have grace and elegance, a certain level of refinement, or one can have confidence and passion. It is... distressingly rare to find a woman in Jalzaid who has the willpower and cleverness to achieve both," Olocaryn explains, the faint smile and slant to his head a subtle indication that he considers her to perhaps be one of them.

[Isabela]

"Grace is overrated," she jokes. "I know I'm not the most refined of ladies, and I don't much care. I'm polite, and I have dignity. Asking for more is just another set of chains."

[NPCs]

"Politeness does cover the vast majority of social concerns," Olocaryn admits, then glances down her form. "Though I will dispute your lack of grace, as anyone that has seen you maintain your seat on a demihorn must."

[Isabela]

"I have certain... natural advantages there," she says, smirking. 

[NPCs]

"Merikos then? You favor your human blood in appearance at least," Olocaryn comments without censure of any kind. "The play will be starting shortly- are you familiar with Coeur d'Amour y Deteste?"

[Isabela]

I was referring to my wide hips and bountiful ass, but sure, we'll go with 'because I'm merikos'. "I am not. I'm not usually much of a play girl."

[NPCs]

Olocaryn gives her an amused look, clearly seeing what she did there and being amused by it. "Of course, of course... I would suspect you prefer more... active entertainments. Still, there is some pleasure to be find in the viewing arts."

[Isabela]

"I'm sure you'll teach me," she purrs.

[NPCs]

"Of course. I find great pleasure in the role of an educator," Olocaryn says with a lazy and yet somehow predatory smile. "Coeur is a love story on the surface, though one with heartbreak and violence. If you look deeper, however, you can see far more under the surface- the heights and lows that love can drive us, the dangers of mistrust and the importance of justice."

[Isabela]

"Sounds... riveting."

[NPCs]

Olocaryn chuckles lightly. "It has one decent fight in it- a bar brawl- and two love scenes. Tastefully done, of course, this is a place of culture after all."

Behind them, the door opens nearly silently and the woman from before enters with a covered tray. "Ah, good, they did ask if wished for anything, good, good." he murmurs, satisfied. The woman sets the tray down in front of them, curtsies and removes the lid to reveal a sizable tray of various sashimis, a bottle, two glasses, a handle sized velvet covered box, and the opera glasses.

[Isabela]

"Splendid," she says, sounding much  more enthused. At least I'll get good food out of this.

[NPCs]

Good wine and chocolates as well, as that is what turns out to be in that red velvet covered box. Olocaryn turns out to be a splendid theatre companion. Very willing to explain things or just provide amusing commentary, unruffled by her own remarks when she gets bored... and, as she'd already gotten a hint about, a very good kisser. Good enough they don't notice the play resuming after intermission ends for some time and Olocaryn has to give a whispered explanation. Not that she really cares, but it seems to amuse him.  As the play winds down, the final love scene between the male star and the woman he actually loved occuring after the climatic wedding-that-wasn't, Olocaryn gives her a curious look. 

"So what did you think?" he asks, fingers lightly caressing her neck and shoulder.

[Isabela]

"I've seen better, but it was... diverting," she says, with a sly smile. "The wine was unmatched, as expected."

[NPCs]

"Flatter," the elf says with a laugh, fingers tracing small, featherlight patterns on Isabela's neck. And collarbone. "Would you... care to stay longer and... perhaps discuss the play a bit more?"