[ he nudges her and her eyes roll. her response is dry, dry, dry: ]
Of course. Terribly, dreadfully impressed.
[ sarcasm aside, she does wonder how he might handle himself in a crisis. not enough to linger long enough to engineer one, naturally. but it's also not like she can boldly ask for a spar or play-duel. for one, outside her armour, her own skills aren't nearly good enough. there was that one time she ran ruthar through the neck with wit's sword, but that victory was mostly chalked up to surprise. (and she did have renarin waiting just outside the tent to heal the odious man before he actually died.)
if a chasmfiend appeared, and if it seemed as though her plate and blade were not enough, she'd elsecall them both into shadesmar — the cognitive realm, an eerie shadow of the physical — and then they would have to solve a whole new slew of problems. the cost she risks for not traveling with the cobalt guard on her heels.
she points across the next plateau with the same hand she'd used to alert him back to the path. ]
Before we found the tower, those encampments you see ahead of us were the beating heart of Alethi society. More influential even than the capital seat of Kholinar. One warcamp for each of the ten highprinces, a palace for my brother, and a marketplace.
[ each one built into crater, with the exception of the pinnacle palace rising from a nearby hill. ]
[ It's all very different from Lumière. Although it's been years since he's been to the mainland, he can picture it with vivid clarity. The cobblestone streets, the opera house, the patisserie he used to love. Wooden planks bridging from the roof of one building to another, apartments with balconies overlooking the square. Idyllic and cozy.
He clasps his hands behind his back as they walk, eyes following her hand. ]
[ the whole area grew out of a quirk of incompetency and political discord. glorified army barracks, soulcast into repeatable patterns, where power gathered organically. decisions were made in the pinnacle palace that altered the course of the alethi people forever. maybe her uncle, dalinar, was right to so often pester her into returning... ]
I make a point to visit with some regularity. Now.
[ most of her people have wisely moved to the tower, but some operations still function out of the shattered plains. forestry, for example, at the foot of the unclaimed hills. and there is a decent garrison maintained, for security reasons. not all radiant orders were loyal to the coalition, and so the oathgate on the shattered plains must be guarded. ]
But before we found the tower? When the warcamps were at their height? [ during the war of reckoning. jasnah shakes her head. ] I was busy abroad. I was only a scholar, then, and not a queen.
[ well. scholar and princess. but only the pedantic are keeping track, right? either way, it didn't seem helpful to hang around the shattered plains. her loud voice would have only undermined her brother's rule. the best thing she could do for alethkar's throne was get far, far away from it. ]
[ Verso might appear somewhat distracted, icy eyes wandering to fully take in the environment, but he's listening. It's just that he's also considering what all of this might mean for him—he'll outstay his welcome sooner or later, and perhaps this is the sort of place he could get low-level work as a foot soldier or laborer. That, or he'll have to live off the grid again, foraging for meals and constructing poor-quality huts. It would be rather lonely without the Gestrals and Esquie to keep him company, though. It had been lonely even with them, much of the time.
His gaze makes its way back to Jasnah after a moment. ]
It's difficult to imagine you as 'only' anything.
[ If she was a scholar, certainly she'd be a preeminent one. She doesn't give the impression of doing anything halfway. ]
Did you enjoy traveling? [ Or did she wish she was here, the whole time? ]
[ he's not wrong, but she won't be the one to say it aloud. even her arrogance has its limits. but as one of the better known scholars of her time, jasnah was the target of many ambitious young women hoping to become her ward and learn under her — she denied nearly all of them. she rarely had the patience. ]
I enjoyed my work. [ even if it was the one ward she did take on who ultimately made good on jasnah's research efforts to find the tower city of urithiru. ] And Alethkar is known for many things, but none of them libraries. So, I travelled.
[ it doesn't answer his question. not exactly. ]
— I could give or take the travel itself. [ and she now has a distinctly unpleasant association with sea voyages. ] But I enjoyed witnessing, with my own eyes, something other than Alethi warfare.
It's reasonable to want to see something different when you've spent your life in one place.
[ It's fascinating how large this world must be. Lumière and its Continent are large enough, but there's nothing else to it, nowhere else to go once you've explored every inch of it. There are whole different countries here, actually in existence rather than just mentions and memories meant to make an artificial world feel more realistic. Verso wouldn't mind traveling, himself.
Mouth quirking faintly upward, he regards Jasnah, sidelong. ]
Where's your favorite place to go?
[ It's the sort of question one might find charmingly attentive or annoyingly inane, depending on their mood. He hopes it's closer to the former than the latter. ]
[ she smiles, self-aware enough to understand how dull that must seem to a man whose only experience of roshar so far has been the city tower and now a handful of plateaus. although, as they walk, those plateaus give way to squat military buildings. ]
Locating the tower was precisely why I travelled to so many different places. Now that it's found, I appreciate being within its walls. It's only been a year that we've occupied it. I'm sure it has more mysteries to give up.
[ but that isn't exactly in the spirit of his question, is it? he knows plenty about the tower already. so! ]
But had you asked me over a year ago, I would have said the Palanaeum in Kharbranth. [ don't hold your breath, verso. this is entirely too predictable. she's talking about a library. ] More than seven hundred thousand texts under one roof. Kharbranth is a city-nation in its own right; they also have an oathgate. Readily accessible from the tower.
[ if you're interested. of course, he'll need her to power the gate. she couldn't possibly let him go alone. ah! look! a second date. ]
[ It's not boring. It's charming, actually, that she favors her home so much. He'd been the same way once upon a time. There'd been nowhere he would have rather been than the opera house in Lumière; everything he ever could have wanted was in that city, or so he'd thought. He hadn't known better enough to long for more.
The corner of his mouth twitches in only half-suppressed pleasure. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm growing on you.
[ growing on her? growing? on her? jasnah doesn't hide the roll of her eyes, nor the silent chuckle that shakes her shoulders. out and out, she'll deny it — or, at the very least, she'll recontextualize it. she would say it's less about him and more about what she can learn from him. less about him, and more about plumbing every possibility of help for her shard-beleaguered planet.
then again, the more she hears about his world...well — the less likely it seems as a strong ally in the larger war to come. ]
A handful, maybe.
[ now that the plateaus have given way to narrow encampment streets, she navigates by memory — seemingly leading them through the to the heard of this particular crater village. ]
Kept with the bawdy romances and other such fictional frivolities.
[ — as is established, she's not opposed to a fictional adventure or three. she's just feeling particularly needled and so needles in return. or maybe she just doesn't want to think too long or too hard about anything naval. ]
[ Verso notes the disdain for 'frivolities' but doesn't let it show. She'd been right when she'd commented on his penchant for performance, and he's more than happy to fulfill the role of lighthearted fool as long as it amuses her. He takes a long stride to catch up with her, shooting her the sort of boyish grin that's entirely self-aware of its own charm. The well-practiced sort of grin he used to use on girls at his parents' parties, right before asking if they'd like to dance. ]
Sounds like my shelf.
[ Even if it were restricted entirely to scholarly texts, he'd be inclined to go. It's been ages since he's had a human friend, even longer since he had one that he didn't expect to perish within the week like a poorly cared for goldfish. It feels— incredibly gratifying. How long has it been since he's had an intelligent conversation that didn't end in a Gestral trying to wrestle him?
With mock-innocence: ] I'd love to go, if only someone would ask me.
[ Because she didn't actually ask. She sort of just said it existed. ]
[ a-ha, there it is. one building stands apart from the rest — taller, with a broad balcony open to the air on a higher tier. doubtless, it's less busy now than it would have been during the height of the shattered plains conflict; however, bodies still mill between tables. on highstorm days, this particular winehouse still manages to draw crowds.
yep. that's right. a winehouse. and yet, this certainly certainly certainly is not a date. ]
Ask you?
[ a brow raises, and she doesn't spare a glance at the doorman who (recognizing her) offers a stiff bow and moves nimbly out of her way. the door opens up to a narrow set of stairs, although she pauses in the stairwell to turn on him — two or three stairs adding even more height between them. ]
First, let's see how you behave in public. Then, maybe, I'll invite you to Kharbranth.
[ it's not that she doubts his manners — more like she hasn't had much chance to see him outside her sole company. ]
[ Verso has not been on a date in 67 years, but he used to go on quite a lot of them. (Used to be quite a bon vivant and man about town, to his father's deep, deep chagrin.) He's fairly certain he remembers how they used to go, though, and he does feel a current of smug pleasure flow through him as he realizes the purpose of the building she's led them to.
Someone else might be put off by being literally and figuratively looked down upon, but as always, it rolls off of Verso's back. He takes the steps until he's standing beside her, her height only a few inches over his now, and pretends not to notice how inappropriately close he's standing to royalty. A brief pause, and then he takes another step so that he can be, for once, taller than her. ]
[ — well. it's impossible not to read something into his pause, that scant heartbeat and a half spent on the same step. not a part of them bumps or touches, and yet it feels excruciatingly more intimate to co-inhabit that small space than all the elbow-touches and knee-nudges of the past two days.
jasnah isn't a coward. she holds his eyes through the entire moment, chin tracking upward as he rises one step more. insufferable bastard. ]
[ It probably says something about just how lonely he's been that he finds merely having his gaze held exciting. It's the most intimate thing anyone's done to him in at least a decade; selfishly, he lets the lapse in conversation linger for a breath longer than is natural, luxuriating in the feeling of being seen by another human being. She has nice eyes—pale, a color he's never seen anyone in Lumière have, bracketed by dark lashes.
Then it's over, and he gestures up the stairs with a flourish. ]
[ her shoulders lift and fall with a single, aspirated laugh. all that fuss to pass her on the steps, only to turn around and invite her back into that same sliver of personal space? damnation. maybe she is a coward.
jasnah's jaw works silently as she considers his gentlemanly offer — she considers the provocation beneath it, albeit a rather harmless one. and after a beat of hesitation, she chooses her tactic: don't do anything by halves. ]
Careful, Dessendre. You're playing with lightning.
[ as she passes him in turn, she doesn't avoid physical contact. jasnah places her (left, gloved) hand on his chest and shoves him stiffly against the stairwell's wall — adding inches to the empty space through which she passes. she doesn't turn toward him as she does it; she doesn't pause; she doesn't look back as she makes the landing and has a quiet word with the winehouse staff. ]
[ Unfortunately, Jasnah has decided to shove the most pathetic, touch-starved man in the world, so it's less intimidating than it should be; it only makes him grin crookedly again as he tries with middling success not to think very ungentlemanly thoughts about other, more exciting situations in which one might be shoved up against a wall. (She was right, by the way, to condemn him to 'fictional frivolities' such as bawdy romances.)
He follows politely after her, determined to impress or perhaps fondly irritate her with how well-mannered he can be. While she speaks with the staff, he lingers with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for her to finish. The only clue that he's perhaps more impatient than he'd like to suggest is the way he shifts his weight from foot to foot, much like a restless little boy waiting on the adults to finish talking.
When they finally do, he says, as if she's supposed to know what the word means, ] You've brought me to a brasserie.
[ after a half-minute of conversation, jasnah assures the winehouse host that she does not require the private room off the back of the establishment — not even after the man boasts of how often her cousin, adolin kholin, reserved the very same room on many a stormy afternoon.
— jasnah is too acutely aware of why her dear cousin so often rented those rooms. his reputation as a player and serial dater reached her even across the continent. no, no, she certainly will not be drinking with verso in the same rooms her cousin used as a go-to for his first dates.
(didn't stop her from still taking him to the same winehouse, though, whoops.)
eventually, they're led to a table. ]
Depends. What's a brasserie?
[ hers is a passable imitation of the word he'd used. funny, really, how ninety percent of what he says is perfectly understandable. and that final percent is utterly illegible. she's managed just fine, before now, doing distributional tests in her head to figure out the gist of what his interjections have meant.
language is an odd thing. it's bizarre that they understand each other at all — but jasnah chalks that up to something eerie happening with this man's Connection upon materializing on this planet. not dissimilar to how dalinar can touch two people on the shoulder and form a spiritual bond between them, allowing them to speak one another's language. ]
[ Verso pulls out Jasnah's chair before he seats himself, with a pointed look that practically screams See? Gentlemanly. In truth, he's not certain what manners are appropriate here and which aren't. Although it's been a long time since he's actually had to use his manners, the Dessendres were a rather preeminent family once upon a time, and he was brought up genteel—but that was Lumière, and this is here. Culturally, he's not sure what to expect.
He relies on the memories of dining at fancy restaurants and entertaining wealthy guests at the family home. When he sits, he places his hands in his lap, careful not to rest his elbows on the table. ]
An establishment that serves food and drink. Where you might take someone you wish to impress.
[ to her credit, she doesn't make a fuss over his gallant display of manners. jasnah takes her seat, barely remarking on the way in which he holds her chair for her and pushes it inward as she settles. less to her credit, this indifference is born mostly of privilege. it wasn't so long ago that she had a man who would trail after her like a shadow, smoothing out and navigating every petty inconvenience for her as she stalked through tower, camp, and battlefield. at a certain point, she's simply...accustomed to such service.
— that said, he certainly doesn't lose any gentlemanly points just because she's used to it. ]
If you're to be impressed, it won't be from the food and drink.
[ her tone is dry. she allows, magnanimously, that perhaps she does aim to pleasantly surprise him with their little field trip. but alethi food leaves much to be desired, and the drink...? well, jasnah isn't well-versed in liquors.
speaking of... ]
We simply call it a winehouse. This one is nicer than most, admittedly. [ she slides him a menu, although it's obvious in her pause that she considers simply ordering on his behalf. ] The different colours are of different strengths.
[ rarely does she drink anything higher than an auburn. ]
[ Ah, wine. Verso visibly brightens. As a fantasy Frenchman with no healthy coping skills, he's a longtime enthusiast—although instead of getting his alcohol from winehouses, he instead stores his collection of vintages inside a giant, talking wineskin. It's rather novel to be visiting someplace like this instead of sadly drinking alone by the river. ]
[ He's a red wine man himself, but it might be nice to try something new for once. Verso opens his mouth to decide on his order, and then— he deflates a little. ]
I... don't have any Chroma.
[ The magical life force energy that flows through all beings in Lumière and the Continent, while also inexplicably being used for currency when located outside the body. Aside from the Chroma running through his veins, he doesn't have any to spare. ]
[ chroma? jasnah frowns — thinking only briefly about how once wit explained a concept he called biochromatic breath as yet another means of harnessing investiture in the cosmere. does this man...?
no. she's agile enough in conversation to guess he must be talking about some sort of monetary unit. she's brought him out to a local business and now he's worried about how to cover his tab. jasnah's single laugh is sharp, low, and dismissive. ]
Spheres. [ she reaches into a pocket and produces a small bag. she passes it across the table. she had intended to pay for their drinks, considering her rank, but teasing him about it is so so so much more satisfying. ] If your ego requires it, feel free to keep them.
[ inside the bag is a collection of glass spheres, each containing a small gem in its heart. the gems are different colours and sizes, but all of them are infused with a soft light. stormlight, harnessed during the highstorm. such gems stand in as currency, as light sources (braziers around the winehouse are filled with glowing gems casting light), and as the fuel for fabrials and surgebinding abilities. ]
[ Spheres, he tells himself to remember. Unlike Jasnah, he doesn't keep practical lists in his notebook, although perhaps he should start. The visual arts have never been his passion—despite his parents' wishes and, perhaps, expectations—but he does have a natural talent for them, and he thinks of keeping one of these spheres to sketch in his journal.
He takes one between his thumb and forefinger, holding it up to watch the faint light it gives off. Maybe not just a sketch—maybe a watercolor, if supplies for it exist here. ]
My ego is exceedingly fragile, [ he jokes, offhanded. Whether this is a little or a lot of money remains unclear to him, so he's careful with it, gently placing the sphere back in the purse from which it came. ]
Interesting, indeed. I hope your stomach is made of sterner stuff than your ego.
[ her brows raise. it's not that she's judging, exactly, but a violet does seem like a bold choice for the afternoon. oh, who are we kidding? she's absolutely judging.
jasnah lifts a hand (right, ungloved) and a server comes a-scurrying. doubtless, the staff were carefully watching, primed to react the moment it looked as though they were needed. ]
Orange, please. [ her tone is no warmer than usual, but carries at least a measure of understanding that she is speaking to someone well outside the court and therefore doesn't deserve the worst of her sharp demeanor. ] And he'll have..
[ jasnah gestures to verso, encouraging him to order for himself. look! she's not a total tyrant and despot. just mostly one. ]
[ Orange wine! Almost as fascinating as the violet, although he imagines it as something closer to a red. It's obvious that he's a little surprised that she doesn't just order for him; in the short time he's known her, it's already become abundantly clear that she prefers to tightly hold the control in every situation.
With a tip of his head: ] Violet, monsieur.
[ His tone and body language are quite a bit warmer than hers, friendly charm not exclusively used on queens by any means. When he turns his attention back to Jasnah, it's with a curious expression. ]
Have you been here many times?
[ A polite, roundabout way of gleaning how many people she's taken here before. Jasnah is intelligent, beautiful, and royal; he imagines she must have an endless parade of— companions. ]
[ there! just there! another of those odd, not-quite-understandable words. her fingers practically itch to record it phonetically. mo-see-ur. again, reading context, she can assume it's some sort of honorific.
her thoughts are still twirling pleasantly around the linguistic mystery when he asks his question. it catches her off guard, but minimally. the staff hurries off to fill their orders, and she glances around at the winehouse interior. it's carved into a stone building, tables set out like any old establishment. the big difference (perhaps) is the open-air terrace across the room. with a railing, the deck is open air. big, metal shutters sit folded to either side.
jasnah is clever and quick, but the implication of his question flies well over her head. blunt and honest: ] Not at all. It's only my second time here.
[ the staff recognizes her less by familiarity and more by reputation. ]
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Of course. Terribly, dreadfully impressed.
[ sarcasm aside, she does wonder how he might handle himself in a crisis. not enough to linger long enough to engineer one, naturally. but it's also not like she can boldly ask for a spar or play-duel. for one, outside her armour, her own skills aren't nearly good enough. there was that one time she ran ruthar through the neck with wit's sword, but that victory was mostly chalked up to surprise. (and she did have renarin waiting just outside the tent to heal the odious man before he actually died.)
if a chasmfiend appeared, and if it seemed as though her plate and blade were not enough, she'd elsecall them both into shadesmar — the cognitive realm, an eerie shadow of the physical — and then they would have to solve a whole new slew of problems. the cost she risks for not traveling with the cobalt guard on her heels.
she points across the next plateau with the same hand she'd used to alert him back to the path. ]
Before we found the tower, those encampments you see ahead of us were the beating heart of Alethi society. More influential even than the capital seat of Kholinar. One warcamp for each of the ten highprinces, a palace for my brother, and a marketplace.
[ each one built into crater, with the exception of the pinnacle palace rising from a nearby hill. ]
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He clasps his hands behind his back as they walk, eyes following her hand. ]
Do you spend much time here?
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I make a point to visit with some regularity. Now.
[ most of her people have wisely moved to the tower, but some operations still function out of the shattered plains. forestry, for example, at the foot of the unclaimed hills. and there is a decent garrison maintained, for security reasons. not all radiant orders were loyal to the coalition, and so the oathgate on the shattered plains must be guarded. ]
But before we found the tower? When the warcamps were at their height? [ during the war of reckoning. jasnah shakes her head. ] I was busy abroad. I was only a scholar, then, and not a queen.
[ well. scholar and princess. but only the pedantic are keeping track, right? either way, it didn't seem helpful to hang around the shattered plains. her loud voice would have only undermined her brother's rule. the best thing she could do for alethkar's throne was get far, far away from it. ]
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His gaze makes its way back to Jasnah after a moment. ]
It's difficult to imagine you as 'only' anything.
[ If she was a scholar, certainly she'd be a preeminent one. She doesn't give the impression of doing anything halfway. ]
Did you enjoy traveling? [ Or did she wish she was here, the whole time? ]
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I enjoyed my work. [ even if it was the one ward she did take on who ultimately made good on jasnah's research efforts to find the tower city of urithiru. ] And Alethkar is known for many things, but none of them libraries. So, I travelled.
[ it doesn't answer his question. not exactly. ]
— I could give or take the travel itself. [ and she now has a distinctly unpleasant association with sea voyages. ] But I enjoyed witnessing, with my own eyes, something other than Alethi warfare.
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[ It's fascinating how large this world must be. Lumière and its Continent are large enough, but there's nothing else to it, nowhere else to go once you've explored every inch of it. There are whole different countries here, actually in existence rather than just mentions and memories meant to make an artificial world feel more realistic. Verso wouldn't mind traveling, himself.
Mouth quirking faintly upward, he regards Jasnah, sidelong. ]
Where's your favorite place to go?
[ It's the sort of question one might find charmingly attentive or annoyingly inane, depending on their mood. He hopes it's closer to the former than the latter. ]
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[ she smiles, self-aware enough to understand how dull that must seem to a man whose only experience of roshar so far has been the city tower and now a handful of plateaus. although, as they walk, those plateaus give way to squat military buildings. ]
Locating the tower was precisely why I travelled to so many different places. Now that it's found, I appreciate being within its walls. It's only been a year that we've occupied it. I'm sure it has more mysteries to give up.
[ but that isn't exactly in the spirit of his question, is it? he knows plenty about the tower already. so! ]
But had you asked me over a year ago, I would have said the Palanaeum in Kharbranth. [ don't hold your breath, verso. this is entirely too predictable. she's talking about a library. ] More than seven hundred thousand texts under one roof. Kharbranth is a city-nation in its own right; they also have an oathgate. Readily accessible from the tower.
[ if you're interested. of course, he'll need her to power the gate. she couldn't possibly let him go alone. ah! look! a second date. ]
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The corner of his mouth twitches in only half-suppressed pleasure. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm growing on you.
[ Like mold, perhaps. ]
Any naval adventures on the shelves?
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then again, the more she hears about his world...well — the less likely it seems as a strong ally in the larger war to come. ]
A handful, maybe.
[ now that the plateaus have given way to narrow encampment streets, she navigates by memory — seemingly leading them through the to the heard of this particular crater village. ]
Kept with the bawdy romances and other such fictional frivolities.
[ — as is established, she's not opposed to a fictional adventure or three. she's just feeling particularly needled and so needles in return. or maybe she just doesn't want to think too long or too hard about anything naval. ]
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Sounds like my shelf.
[ Even if it were restricted entirely to scholarly texts, he'd be inclined to go. It's been ages since he's had a human friend, even longer since he had one that he didn't expect to perish within the week like a poorly cared for goldfish. It feels— incredibly gratifying. How long has it been since he's had an intelligent conversation that didn't end in a Gestral trying to wrestle him?
With mock-innocence: ] I'd love to go, if only someone would ask me.
[ Because she didn't actually ask. She sort of just said it existed. ]
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yep. that's right. a winehouse. and yet, this certainly certainly certainly is not a date. ]
Ask you?
[ a brow raises, and she doesn't spare a glance at the doorman who (recognizing her) offers a stiff bow and moves nimbly out of her way. the door opens up to a narrow set of stairs, although she pauses in the stairwell to turn on him — two or three stairs adding even more height between them. ]
First, let's see how you behave in public. Then, maybe, I'll invite you to Kharbranth.
[ it's not that she doubts his manners — more like she hasn't had much chance to see him outside her sole company. ]
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Someone else might be put off by being literally and figuratively looked down upon, but as always, it rolls off of Verso's back. He takes the steps until he's standing beside her, her height only a few inches over his now, and pretends not to notice how inappropriately close he's standing to royalty. A brief pause, and then he takes another step so that he can be, for once, taller than her. ]
I think you'll find I'm very gentlemanly.
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jasnah isn't a coward. she holds his eyes through the entire moment, chin tracking upward as he rises one step more. insufferable bastard. ]
Too soon to tell.
[ and yet, she suffers him. ]
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Then it's over, and he gestures up the stairs with a flourish. ]
Ladies first.
[ Gentlemanly. ]
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jasnah's jaw works silently as she considers his gentlemanly offer — she considers the provocation beneath it, albeit a rather harmless one. and after a beat of hesitation, she chooses her tactic: don't do anything by halves. ]
Careful, Dessendre. You're playing with lightning.
[ as she passes him in turn, she doesn't avoid physical contact. jasnah places her (left, gloved) hand on his chest and shoves him stiffly against the stairwell's wall — adding inches to the empty space through which she passes. she doesn't turn toward him as she does it; she doesn't pause; she doesn't look back as she makes the landing and has a quiet word with the winehouse staff. ]
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He follows politely after her, determined to impress or perhaps fondly irritate her with how well-mannered he can be. While she speaks with the staff, he lingers with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for her to finish. The only clue that he's perhaps more impatient than he'd like to suggest is the way he shifts his weight from foot to foot, much like a restless little boy waiting on the adults to finish talking.
When they finally do, he says, as if she's supposed to know what the word means, ] You've brought me to a brasserie.
[ He's surprised, but not at all displeased. ]
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— jasnah is too acutely aware of why her dear cousin so often rented those rooms. his reputation as a player and serial dater reached her even across the continent. no, no, she certainly will not be drinking with verso in the same rooms her cousin used as a go-to for his first dates.
(didn't stop her from still taking him to the same winehouse, though, whoops.)
eventually, they're led to a table. ]
Depends. What's a brasserie?
[ hers is a passable imitation of the word he'd used. funny, really, how ninety percent of what he says is perfectly understandable. and that final percent is utterly illegible. she's managed just fine, before now, doing distributional tests in her head to figure out the gist of what his interjections have meant.
language is an odd thing. it's bizarre that they understand each other at all — but jasnah chalks that up to something eerie happening with this man's Connection upon materializing on this planet. not dissimilar to how dalinar can touch two people on the shoulder and form a spiritual bond between them, allowing them to speak one another's language. ]
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He relies on the memories of dining at fancy restaurants and entertaining wealthy guests at the family home. When he sits, he places his hands in his lap, careful not to rest his elbows on the table. ]
An establishment that serves food and drink. Where you might take someone you wish to impress.
[ He's teasing. ]
That's what we called them in Lumière, at least.
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— that said, he certainly doesn't lose any gentlemanly points just because she's used to it. ]
If you're to be impressed, it won't be from the food and drink.
[ her tone is dry. she allows, magnanimously, that perhaps she does aim to pleasantly surprise him with their little field trip. but alethi food leaves much to be desired, and the drink...? well, jasnah isn't well-versed in liquors.
speaking of... ]
We simply call it a winehouse. This one is nicer than most, admittedly. [ she slides him a menu, although it's obvious in her pause that she considers simply ordering on his behalf. ] The different colours are of different strengths.
[ rarely does she drink anything higher than an auburn. ]
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We don't have quite so many colors of wine, [ he notes with a raised eyebrow, skimming the menu. Fascinating! What might a blue wine taste like? ] Red and white, primarily. And an in-between sort, rosé.
[ He's a red wine man himself, but it might be nice to try something new for once. Verso opens his mouth to decide on his order, and then— he deflates a little. ]
I... don't have any Chroma.
[ The magical life force energy that flows through all beings in Lumière and the Continent, while also inexplicably being used for currency when located outside the body. Aside from the Chroma running through his veins, he doesn't have any to spare. ]
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no. she's agile enough in conversation to guess he must be talking about some sort of monetary unit. she's brought him out to a local business and now he's worried about how to cover his tab. jasnah's single laugh is sharp, low, and dismissive. ]
Spheres. [ she reaches into a pocket and produces a small bag. she passes it across the table. she had intended to pay for their drinks, considering her rank, but teasing him about it is so so so much more satisfying. ] If your ego requires it, feel free to keep them.
[ inside the bag is a collection of glass spheres, each containing a small gem in its heart. the gems are different colours and sizes, but all of them are infused with a soft light. stormlight, harnessed during the highstorm. such gems stand in as currency, as light sources (braziers around the winehouse are filled with glowing gems casting light), and as the fuel for fabrials and surgebinding abilities. ]
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He takes one between his thumb and forefinger, holding it up to watch the faint light it gives off. Maybe not just a sketch—maybe a watercolor, if supplies for it exist here. ]
My ego is exceedingly fragile, [ he jokes, offhanded. Whether this is a little or a lot of money remains unclear to him, so he's careful with it, gently placing the sphere back in the purse from which it came. ]
Merci. Violet wine sounds interesting.
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[ her brows raise. it's not that she's judging, exactly, but a violet does seem like a bold choice for the afternoon. oh, who are we kidding? she's absolutely judging.
jasnah lifts a hand (right, ungloved) and a server comes a-scurrying. doubtless, the staff were carefully watching, primed to react the moment it looked as though they were needed. ]
Orange, please. [ her tone is no warmer than usual, but carries at least a measure of understanding that she is speaking to someone well outside the court and therefore doesn't deserve the worst of her sharp demeanor. ] And he'll have..
[ jasnah gestures to verso, encouraging him to order for himself. look! she's not a total tyrant and despot. just mostly one. ]
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With a tip of his head: ] Violet, monsieur.
[ His tone and body language are quite a bit warmer than hers, friendly charm not exclusively used on queens by any means. When he turns his attention back to Jasnah, it's with a curious expression. ]
Have you been here many times?
[ A polite, roundabout way of gleaning how many people she's taken here before. Jasnah is intelligent, beautiful, and royal; he imagines she must have an endless parade of— companions. ]
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her thoughts are still twirling pleasantly around the linguistic mystery when he asks his question. it catches her off guard, but minimally. the staff hurries off to fill their orders, and she glances around at the winehouse interior. it's carved into a stone building, tables set out like any old establishment. the big difference (perhaps) is the open-air terrace across the room. with a railing, the deck is open air. big, metal shutters sit folded to either side.
jasnah is clever and quick, but the implication of his question flies well over her head. blunt and honest: ] Not at all. It's only my second time here.
[ the staff recognizes her less by familiarity and more by reputation. ]
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