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leiamoody Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/2/07 11:42pm Subject: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale---new post 8/17 - Date Edited: 8/18/09 1:15am (42 edits total) Edited By: leiamoody
	Title: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale Author: leiamoody Timeframe: One year before ESB Characters: Palai Cerunna, Josym Di’sallach, etc. (All OC’s) Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance Summary: In the safety of her book of hours, a courtesan records her thoughts. Notes: Written for the Dear Diary '07 Challenge. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written during The Fourth Veiled Hour Najahal is glowing through the curtains, shining down upon us. She was once the guide from the holy place of Ysonesse, our glorious and beloved home world of legend. In the days soon after the Deluge, the emergency intervention was attributed to her, the moon goddess, when they came to rescue our people from the floods. And so they took us away and placed us upon the shores of another planet. Ages upon ages ago, we were given another home. But somewhere in our blood, this world has never felt like a home. And we have treated the lands poorly, and turned ourselves into creatures so cruel, so harsh, so cold. Locked away at night, or crawling through the streets in the veiled hours seeking the false pleasures of sin. To be honest, it isn’t much different in the daytime, when Lisou holds ascendancy in the sky. Moon or sun, it doesn’t matter. We’re blessed with nothing. Just cursed with everything that is base and impure in human nature. Such is the nature of life on Deiu. A heady mix of sef and sex, two legalized addictions, both pushing every life they crawl into like blood creepers down into the deepest oubliette. (The drug and the damnation). I’m trapped in the damnation. There are two kinds here. I am in the rarefied world of Commitment, what I consider the first kind. The second might seem to be the worst, for it means no protection for the poor girls caught up in its tangles. Among the dark and dirty corners, the cold duracrete alleys, the crawling vines of the mountain passes...what places to conduct their deeds. Maybe it can be said I at least bear some good fortune in my state, given comfortable beds under my back during my performances. After it’s over, when I’m alone in my chamber, I can retreat into the shelter of thick plush blankets and pillows so I can sleep. And I have the protection of the manor, high in the ranges, behind the fortress walls. Isn’t it fortunate that I’m here instead of down there? In the city, I would be penniless. I would be at the mercy of any client carting about half a jig in his purse. The only saving grace comes at the end of the act. He collapses into his empty dreams. Only then does the poor girl (it's always girls placing themselves at the whims of the tradesmen and farmers) have a chance to unlock her heart from the prison she has to keep it in. Only for the rarest hours can the lumieres become themselves. Not the toys and trinkets of common men. Surely I’m favored? I've never been forced to lay with a man for money or shelter unless I had some choice in the matter first. Though I’m stuck in Commitment, I do have some free will. It is certain sure that I must depend upon the men of the establishment for survival. If I were cast out tomorrow by the Prestat...well, I’m not young, so what would become of me? The workers would probably still take me for an hour, as sex is so often such an act of desperation that it leaves very little room for conscious decision. I would hope they might take pity on me. But if not, then I would most likely die. A cortigia banished from one of the Houses would never find work among the bars and other dregeries. The prejudice of the lower class against the aristos is too entrenched here. It makes some sense, for we aren’t trained in skills which are truly useful. Other than the gift of reading and writing...if those aren’t considered useful by anyone down in the city, then I swear by all the Graces I would rather die than barely exist. Sometimes I have to ask myself the questions I don't want to feel...the things I don't want to know. Tonight I would have to say, "So, Palai, are you any different? Truly? If the goddess we thought guided us eons ago is nothing more than a moon, then what are you called?" And really, in the end, I can't lie to myself. What is my answer? "Only a courtesan. Just a well-placed whore. Nothing else". -----signature----- "Pabst Blue Ribbon!"
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 1/3/07 11:00am Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--(From a courtesan's POV)
	A wonderful OC here. Her hopelessness shines through quite cleary. I look forward to more. -----signature----- Team Eric: Because undead never looked so good. Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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furrylittlebantha Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 1/3/07 7:00pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--(From a courtesan's POV)
	I’m trapped in the damnation. For some reason, that hit me hard. This emphatically doth not sucketh; it's soaked with a despair and darkness you can almost taste. Please let there be light at the end of the tunnel! -----signature----- Master of tjace and bi0nic. In mourning for the one year, nine months, and five days it has been since The Souls of Demons was updated. sob
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leiamoody Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/3/07 7:04pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--update 8/17 - Date Edited: 8/17/09 8:24pm (6 edits total) Edited By: leiamoody
	Thanks, VaderLVR64. I'll be the first to admit that Palai's situation is desperate in many ways, but as I hope to show, there's more to her life than just the misery of being stuck in a world where she's dependent upon the whims of noblemen. Thanks for reading. EDIT: Ah,furrylittlebantha, you snuck up on me there! [face_shocked] But thanks for reading and your input, too. As you can see from this installment, there's definitely some light coming up in Palai's life. Now, for the next installment of this diary. I got the idea to do a couple of lists from The Pillow Book by Sei Shonagan. (Yes, it was also a movie where Ewan Mcgregor was completely naked in it. Good times all around. ). Throughout her diary, Shonagan made various lists of things that she liked or disliked, what have you. I thought it might be nice to do the same with Palai's diary. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written during some brief moments in The First Passing of Lisou Things That Make Me Happy Things That Make Me Happy 1. The crispness of a fire out under the stars, with the scent of the caya wood drifting out of the smoke. So wonderful! 2. The color indigo. Especially in the shirra blossoms which appear in the first days of spring. And indigo shimmersilk, which is truly a delight to see at the break of day, thrown over the back of my settee. 3. Rain falling gently against the leaves of the amartis trees outside my window. 4. Those times in the day when I can pause in one of the alcoves and count the Order of Suiame on my beads. It’s a necessary time of meditation to maintain my composure. 5. Feeling the giddy dizziness after dancing several rounds of a Cailie Quadrangle. All dancing is a pure joy, but doing a Cailie brings to mind memories of childhood, when I used to practice the steps with our dancing mistress in the schoolroom at the academy. 6. Fresh bergamines taken from the orchards. They are so bright, the most brilliant yellow one could ever imagine, and taste so sweet, especially paired with the nectar of aurora starfruit. Things That Make My Heart Beat Faster 1. A new flask of moonwater perfume placed upon my dressing table, with the first rays of Lisou touching the crystal, making it glimmer and shine. 2. The words of Suiame when an orator speaks them at night in the amphitheater during the Festival of Remembrance. 3. Walking through the gardens at dusk, watching the glowers fly out from their nests to dance along the pathways. 4. Blue eyes gazing upon me from across the ballroom last night. Beautiful beyond all reckoning, glowing with humor as the one who looked at me laughed at a joke. 5. The vision of a glorious divine creature, a young man with fair hair, dressed in gold and white like a prince from the stories of my youth, he who possesses those astounding blue eyes, crossing the room to speak with me. 6. The sound of his voice. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If by some chance anyone would like to get a PM when I update this thing, drop a line here. -----signature----- "Pabst Blue Ribbon!"
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verybusy Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 1/4/07 8:27am Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/3
	I love the idea with the lists. It really gives a good insight into yourt OC character, who seems to have gquite an interesting personality. Sure, Id like to have a PM, becasue I usually do not hang around in "the Saga", but I surely would like to know what is happending to her during the coming year. cheers, VeryBusy -----signature----- Proud Padawan of VaderLVR64 ~Arts-and-Crafts~ 11/6 - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26899638/p1/?0 ~Reality~ 06/25 http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26989016/p1/?20
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BrentusofGath Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 1/6/07 7:14pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/3
	And we have treated the lands poorly, and turned ourselves into creatures so cruel, so harsh, so cold. Locked away at night, or crawling through the streets in the veiled hours seeking the false pleasures of sin. Isn't that always the way. Sin, sin and more delicious- no, I mean terrible sin. Destroying planets is what sentient beings seem created to do. The only saving grace comes at the end of the act. He collapses into his empty dreams. Only then does the poor girl (it's always girls placing themselves at the whims of the tradesmen and farmers) have a chance to unlock her heart from the prison she has to keep it in. Only for the rarest hours can the lumieres become themselves. Not the toys and trinkets of common men. All right now, I'm starting to feel guilty, and I don't know why - I've never had the company of a courtesan before. I'm not young, so what would become of me? The workers would probably still take me for an hour, as sex is so often such an act of desperation that it leaves very little room for conscious decision. Yes, well. I feel bad for this poor kid. Isn't there anything else she could do with her life? I like what you're doing here with this; it's genuinely stirring up my emotions. I'd like to be on the pm list. -----signature----- In time or so I'm told, I'm just another soul for sale, oh well Feel it in my bones when you break my back, break it just to watch me bend Why'd you have to go and Let it Die? -Foo Fighters http://conscienceoftheking.blogspot.com/
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leiamoody Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/7/07 7:20pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7 - Date Edited: 1/7/07 7:27pm (1 edits total) Edited By: leiamoody
	Thanks for reading, verybusy and BrentusofGath. And you've been added to the PM list. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written In The Second Twilight Hour It was such a ridiculous way to be presented to him, having to wear the veil over my face as if he’s never seen me before. Perhaps his father did not know we had spoken at the reception four nights ago. Our time in conversation together then was so brief, and we had really only exchanged the most inconsequential of phrases back and forth. Until his uncle came along and pulled me away from the best moment I have had in months. For I do not belong to the son. He has not yet reached the Age of Ascendancy, so the heir does not have a courtesan of his own. But that is about to change. Within seven full circles of Lisou, I will be the heir’s first woman. It shall be my duty to initiate him into the ways of the flesh. This is not how the tradition is normally conducted. To put an older courtesan in control of the first act is customary...but not when she belongs to others of the young heir’s family. I was not sent into seclusion like one under Commitment is required to do before she is set to begin the long privileged access to whatever whim her future benefactor desires. And as those desires increase along with his experience, the young man becomes no different than the other spoiled scions of the Houses. I cannot imagine this will happen to him, though. I hope not. Perhaps that is why I was summoned to the Prestat’s offices this morning. He must be taking some sort of perverse amusement in pulling me away from my usual place in his brother’s bed, and is now placing the heir under my tutelage. It might be punishment for both of us, because we spoke when I was not accompanied by my usual benefactor. While we did not break any laws, we did violate one rule within those heaps of archaic codes of etiquette so entrenched in this wretched society. That rule, of course, is that one who belongs to the Houses does not speak to those in Commitment unless the So to place his most precious possession in my care is a way to remind us both of our places in the universe. We are both at the whims of the Prestat. But to be honest, I feel that his poor son is even more unfortunate than I am, since he is burdened by the expectations and pressures of one is to inherit not only a title and property, but a family reputation. To be the Prestat of Quodris and a member of one of the five Establishers, those vaunted families who first founded the Prestature back in the unknown days when Ysonesse was still our world, is the greatest responsibility the poor child will have to face in his life. Can I really say we are being condemned to some horrible fate? His father might view it as punishment, but I prefer to view it as something else. Being given to his son means that I suffer a loss of status; going from the older male to the younger one is looked upon as a demotion in our society. And his son, of course, has to face the stigma of not having a properly selected courtesan for his first encounter. Yet we were drawn together by someone or something...this is obvious. We seem to have some sort of connection with each other that might very well transcend whatever others might view as condemnation for certain improper actions. Only time will tell. -----signature----- "Pabst Blue Ribbon!"
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BrentusofGath Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 1/7/07 8:01pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7
	It shall be my duty to initiate him into the ways of the flesh. Hot damn! And his son, of course, has to face the stigma of not having a properly selected courtesan for his first encounter. I wonder what the other, noncourtesan women on that planet think of their husbands having official misstresses? Even if they call them "courtesans", they're really misstresses. And I wonder how I can get to that planet. We seem to have some sort of connection with each other that might very well transcend whatever others might view as condemnation for certain improper actions. Uh-oh, I'm interested to hear how that goes. Maybe the Force is at work here. Good update! More, please. -----signature----- In time or so I'm told, I'm just another soul for sale, oh well Feel it in my bones when you break my back, break it just to watch me bend Why'd you have to go and Let it Die? -Foo Fighters http://conscienceoftheking.blogspot.com/
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 1/8/07 5:59am Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7
	Her lists were so moving! Lovely! She's a wonderful OC! Please put me on your PM list, I don't want to miss an entry. -----signature----- Team Eric: Because undead never looked so good. Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Noelie Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 1/8/07 5:14pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7
	I really hope you do continue this. I did read it this morning before I rushed out the door to work. It probably is the most intiguing and interesting journal I have read that was started with this challenge, and incredibly brave and inventive with a type of character profession that has been hinted at in the GFFA but not fully explored. Your wording is beautiful and drips with meaning and feeling. We feel with this woman. -----signature----- The relationship that has been created in this unique universe is so memorable, and so beautiful. It makes the heart ache. As far as I'm concerned, it's canon.~Ratna on the Noelaverse Proud member of the UPR
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 1/9/07 5:51am Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7
	I like the story. It's somewhat sad, but she seems to be optimisitc about that young man. Maybe she can make a change. -----signature----- "What would you have me do?" "Endure." . Proud Master and buir'ika of Commander_Ducky. . Master of spycoder9
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Lea-El Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 1/9/07 9:47am Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7
	Such a bittersweet life for a 'lady' You have an interesting and intricate society I know it took a lot of time to design. I love your list I think I'll go write up a list of my own loves. I look forward to seeing how the new pairing works out,it sounds lovely. Can I get a Pm when you update. -----signature----- Member of UPR Taryn of Leife http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28541335/p1
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leiamoody Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/9/07 6:43pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7
	BrentusofGath Thanks for popping in once again. I wonder what the other, noncourtesan women on that planet think of their husbands having official misstresses? Like any society with a tradition like this, most of the wives aren't happy with the system. But some accept it as tradition, and others are actually relieved that their husbands go somewhere else for sex. (I should probably post my Deiu notes somewhere. It goes into a little more detail about how this system of Commitment works). Maybe the Force is at work here. Among other things. VaderLVR64 Thanks, and I will add you to the PM list. Noelie Thank you. We feel with this woman. I hope so. It's a tough position to be in for a woman who doesn't want to be there. But when there are no other real options...the word "trapped" comes to mind. MsLanna Also thank you for reading. Maybe she can make a change. Oh, most definitely. Lea-El Thank you for coming by. And I'll definitely send you a PM for updates. I love your list I think I'll go write up a list of my own loves. Good. It's really a neat way to get inside your character's mind and find out more about them as a person. -----signature----- "Pabst Blue Ribbon!"
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 1/10/07 8:56am Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7
	I've really enjoyed the way you've let us glimpse the society with little nudges and complaints from the OC. Her viewpoint of being demoted and yet she's not unhappy about it is quite a good idea. Loved your descriptions as well. Please put me on your PM list. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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leiamoody Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/15/07 9:24pm Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/7 - Date Edited: 7/12/07 1:54am (2 edits total) Edited By: leiamoody
	Written at the Third Chime They are an ever-changing blue...his eyes, I mean. Oh, that makes no sense at all. But to see them for longer than a few moments, and in the blessing of pure and joyous delight...dread, I meant to put “daylight” upon the page. I do believe the dear boy has enchanted me. There’s no way I could possibly deny this, considering I’m mixing up words. But why should I deny this feeling? It is true, it is mine, and it is glorious! Everything is so strange now. But life is best when it is extraordinary. And so a new thread was woven into the tapestry of my existence this morning, out in the garden, underneath the nousila flowering arches. This “first meeting” is part of the endless ritual bound up in the process of introducing an heir to that state which it is deemed he shall have full control of for the rest of his life. Many times, it’s a laborious, occasionally frightening, affair, with the heir and his chosen (assigned, condemned) companion going through a round of back-and-forth conversation. He of course talks the most. The courtesan who is wise and well-trained always keeps her eyes on the floor or the wall while the Prestat Apparent waxes forth on whatever topic he chooses. It’s understood there are times when she must honor in the most mocking way to her dignity the gentleman with a glance or more. A polite discourse cannot be held without both partners acknowledging each other, at least in theory. But that is unpleasant to think about...and I have no heart for dark matters right now. So I will put that aspect away in an appropriate musty corner of my thinking. This morning, under the nousila, we sat together, over the second meal, as he had requested. He missed the first due to the fact was up late last night, until the Fifth Veiled Hour to be exact. A very naughty and capricious action, but he was doing something that is actually quite amusing, and nothing I would have expected from the young man. He was wandering about the gallery, with the many dour holoportraits of his ill-begotten ancestors staring down. He was pacing back and forth on a long carpet of exquisite antiquity...it’s absurd in some way, but funny...the dear boy was reciting poetry! Out loud, aided by the friendly spirits of the fermented sort. Specifically, a bottle or two of his father’s finest Belinigransa helped along his sudden urge to recite 3,000 year old verses while heroically battling the still enemy of an armor suit with a rolled-up scroll. It was his first experience with inebriation. Taking bottles of the finest vintage and most rare sort from the private cellars is not unusual. Almost every child of the nobility tries and fails or succeeds in some silly attempt at rebellion. It’s one of the unofficial but necessary foibles the youth of the aristocracy need to do while living in this rigid society. But his act was so minor, really low-key, compared to the escapades that I have heard of other young sons doing. Nothing was destroyed, no one was injured, other than two bottles of first harvest imported wine. The scroll did not even suffer from any chipping...in fact, it’s only a modern fake the Prestat keeps in his library to impress visitors. And the suit of armor is none the worse for wear. Perhaps the only thing which was injured somewhat were the words of my favorite poet. But it is recorded that Suiame was most fond of beautiful young men, and I think it likely she would forgive her poems being slightly garbled by a lovely yet drunken creature. But I’m losing my train of thought...we had our meeting in the late morning sunlight, over a small meal of aleori patis and far too many cups of Cyren Star Dark Kahve. But he needed all the help he could get in banishing his headache. Because of his condition, it was necessary to roll out the awning so the brightness of the day would not have too much of a harsh impact on him. I told him he could have canceled for a better time. He reached across the table, touched my hand, and said, “Absolutely not. If I had to miss finally talking to you just because I did something stupid, then I have no right to be around you.” An unexpected statement that was sincere. I cannot label precisely how I knew he was being honest and not just making a poor attempt at flattery. It’s his eyes which show his sincerity. They are the shining blue of mythical lost seas, and change ever so slightly just like the ocean from deep to light when he is happy. His smile reflects that joy, and it is an expression which tells the truth. Smiles may often lie, but his do not. I’m certain sure of this. There is much more to tell about this morning, but I must report to the Prestatia’s chambers now. The heir’s mother wishes to speak with me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written After Six Bells The meeting with Her Ladyship was quite pleasant, and a great relief and surprise. Now I can see where he gets his joy of life from...she has such a calm aura about her. My audience with her lasted for two hours, far longer than I had anticipated. She simply wanted to see who be initiating her son. The Prestatia was candid about the aspirations she holds for her eldest child. Her hopes for his future are rather different from those held by her husband, or so it would seem. She wants her son to take on further education, and see the galaxy, but not in The Grand Tour tradition. Doing that would entail booking a penthouse suite on the most fashionable star liner, then doing a flying rotation through the Core Worlds. His mother wants him to touch the soil of multiple worlds, and interact with the diverse populations of the galaxy. “It’s important that he walks in the flow of life, and does not merely stand still and let it pass through him.” For a moment just then, the air in the sitting room felt strange. I am not a Force sensitive, but I remembered that his maternal line, the House Huranz of Novordoras, was one of the five Prestatures which contributed many children to the Jedi Order once upon a time. It gave those lucky few younglings a chance to leave this forsaken world, and lead lives of purpose. Perhaps he, like many of his ancestors, holds this power. Not that it could help him now. The Jedi are gone forever. So there’s no escape for him. Again, though, I must turn my mind away from such thoughts...I must finish recording the rest of what took place this morning at our auspicious brunch meeting. After we had settled in with slices of fresh baked aleori and our first cups of kahve, he started the conversation straight away by asking, “How old are you?” I had to pause mid-bite at that point. It was so out-of-the-sky, and it caused a moment of panic for me. Was he going to reject me because I am older? It isn’t unheard of in this society. Several heirs have turned away the courtesans picked for them because they weren’t in the first gleaming. As if they have any right to expect that every single one of us are pubescent virgins. How ridiculous. Surely this couldn’t be his intention. Perhaps he was reading my mind, or else my distress showed on my face, because he said, “I’m sorry. That isn’t appropriate. Mother always taught me to watch my tongue. Obviously, those lessons never took to my brain.” Then he reached across the table and touched my hand. (He has lovely fingers. Artistic looking, like they were sculpted). “Again, I’m sorry. I just have a curiosity about people. I like to know about them.” Once more, truth shown in his eyes. It’s strange how sincerity seems to be part of this boy’s soul. Perhaps it’s hardwired into his chromosomes, for the same quality is present with his mother. Realizing this only makes it more impossible to resist him. Not that I want to, of course. I felt comfortable enough to answer his question. “If you must know, I am twenty-five. Such a crone by our standards.” There was still a queasy feeling in my stomach. Having to admit how many years I’ve existed in the universe is a very uncomfortable matter. But his response was yet another surprise. He laughed! “Twenty-five is not old! Unless you’re joking, because that is a funny statement.” And then he laughed again. “Of course I’m serious. Do you know anything about the culture we’re surrounded by?” I realized just how much the isolation of being educated solely by tutors in schoolrooms had affected his awareness of worldly matters. He stopped smiling. “It’s that bad...truly that awful?” The poor boy was genuinely shocked. “Yes, it is. At least for the women, and especially for those under Commitment. By twenty, the women in your class have to be married, and must have at least one child by my age. To be considered a wife and mother in our society means old age. For one like myself, the end of youth comes the moment when our first benefactor pierces us.” That stopped our conversation for some time. We were able to get some more pastry and kahve into our bellies before he spoke again. “Do you like poetry?” Now this was a pleasant topic, and very close to my heart. “I adore it. The best art form ever created by any intelligent species.” “I’ll have to disagree with you. Drama is a pure use of words, and more active.” “Which makes poetry passive in your opinion. Why is that?” I decided it was safe to challenge him. The written word in verse form has always been the highest artistic expression to me. Even when it is spoken during festival time under the moonlight, the words of old never fail to resonate. Poetry is the ultimate manifestation of the soul and its aspirations, the first form of communication humans and other species used to record their origins. Drama certainly has a place in the universe, but it can never surpass poetry. “Are you planning to teach me that I’m wrong?” He asked this question with a quick grin before taking another bite of patis. So the boy likes a challenge. This process should prove interesting. “I shall make it a personal mission to further your education in more ways than you can anticipate.” Blue eyes look fascinating when they are animated by a wicked gleam. “Are you making a promise?” He is clearly going to enjoy our time together. “Yes indeed.” I’m going to enjoy this too. -----signature----- "Pabst Blue Ribbon!"
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 1/16/07 4:55am Subject: RE: Moonwater Perfume: A Courtesan's Tale--Dear Diary 2007 Challenge response--Updated 1/16
	It sounds like they are falling in love. The way she keeps thinking about him, his eyes, the way he got drunk, the fear that she was too old for him. She will lose her equilibrium if she is not careful. Are courtisans allowed to love? I assume the boy will have to take a wife as well. Great job. Love the world building and the way the characters interact. Looking forward to more. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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