“Mmm… As delectable as they may be, too many sweets bodes ill for the body.. But… perhaps there is room for some indulgence, hm? My young lady of Arcen?”
A honey voice sweeter than all the patisserie had to offer chuckled bemusedly by the heiress’ side as the lady and onlooker gazed through the window pane at the treasures that laid beyond. The stranger’s shadow soon eclipsed the young woman as its owner came to an easy rest beside her.
The figure cast an auric stare, half-lidded with an indiscernible mixture of soft amusement and cool nonchalance. An ornate opal mask with a playful smile was framed with tamed waves of apple hair that echoed of times long since past. Yet rather than in the dark moonlight, the feminine figure stood awash in bright sunlight.
A tan corset and egg-white jabot framed a refined beauty after Arcen fashion as red sleeves puffed like flowers upon the taller woman’s shoulders. She turned her familiar visage to let her eyes trace the silver trader’s form, crossing her white gloved arms behind her all the while. The red shawl trimmed in gold above the stranger’s cream dress shifted as she squared her proud stance.
Another soft laugh echoed from behind her frozen lips as she hummed appreciatively. “My, my.. How you have grown in the years, young Miss Sinclair. I hope your father is faring well these days. It has been much too long since we’ve met ‘face to face’—so to speak. You were but a girl in his company when we last met, but now you’ve returned a vibrant, young woman wandering the wide world.
“But ahh… Re-introductions are in order. I am Fina Reid, owner and proprietor of the Sable Sails Shipping company, a long time benefactor of your father’s trade. Perhaps you remember Stormhaven, hm? A lively city as I’ve ever known, rivaling even Piltover in some regards.
“Still, a walk along the street hardly seems like an appropriate place for two business women to discuss their affair. Why don’t we take a proper seat, over tea and some of those delights you’ve been eyeing, hm? It would be my treat and pleasure…”
The Seraph turned fully to the young heiress of Arcen and rolled a gloved hand into an open invitation for what was purported to be a fine afternoon among old acquaintances.
Silvia Sinclair turned her attention to another kind of investment, one that was just as sweet on the lips as the goods stocked by the window. Nothing worked her appetite more than a delectable deal. “Miss Reid! Lovely to see you again!” the heiress crossed her legs and bowed in greeting. “How could I forget Stormhaven? The Masquerade was quite the eventful night.”
The corner of her lips curled into half a smirk at the extravagant memories that came to mind. She doubted anyone could forget being whisked away by a burly man into the night, who was on the run from Miss Reid’s security. Also, who could forget that young man, Arion? What had become of him? The fellow was a tad bit awkward and shy, but that made him all the more… attractive. Nevertheless, it was a memorable night. “I wish I could have stayed longer. The food, the music, and the company was marvelous.
“And I do believe having your company now all to myself would be even better.” Silvia glanced at the door beside them, “Although I am not yet too familiar with these parts, I do know that this patisserie here is a must. After you, Miss Reid.”
Miss Sinclair pulled the door open and held it for Fina, her grinning widening at the familiar jingle of the bells overhead. The fresh aroma of bread and other savory delights wafted out and around them.
“Might I recommend a chocolate éclair and a fresh brew of mocha?”
( thesableseraph )