Central Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)

The boulevard opens to a large square. Tall trees, spaced evenly about the square, open in spots to allow view of well-guarded gates, showing peeks of the wealth behind them. At the center of the square is a statue of Jehanne Butler, brandishing a sword as she rides on her horse through a fountain. The boulevard runs parallel to the southeast shore of Lake Corrin.

Players:

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Exits:

�Stairway <D> leads to Subway Station -- Embassy District (Kaitain)

�Council Row <SW> leads to Sheuset Square -- Embassy District (Kaitain)

�Council Row <NE> leads to Negara II Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)

������� As evening sets, envelloping Kaitain in its shadowy grasp, the young Ginaz heads out for a walk around Lake Corrin. With the usual couple of guards in her tow, pretty far yet still present, Sisay walks quite close to the shore with a tin flute in her hand. Arriving under the branches of an old willow, she sits down and starts playing a tune...

A rather odd creature wanders up - a feline of some type, it resembles a lynx with its tufted ears and short tail, though it's rangier and sleeker than those of old earth. Its fur is patterned in shades of white and grey, and the slit eyes are deeply green. Flicking the bob tail, it pads up and sits down a little ways away, watching the lady patiently.

������� The tune is melancholic and soft giving and extra of feeling in the sunset. She didn't notice the creature, although she's definitely to have the old knife in her pocket. When the tune ends, she look up to the horizon, letting out a soft sigh. A shiver of her arms make her play again and this time a more merrier tune, fast and syncoped as would be usual on her home region on Marcinko. The guards themselves settle some ways backwards to the street, thus giving the Lady plenty of her so much wanted privacy.

The lynxlet gives an enquiring chirrrr, and sidles a few steps closer. There's the soft sound of human steps following, as well as "Rayhana, where did you go?" The voice is familiar - Fahd's.

������� The tune ends sharply and a hand slides down her tigh, near the knee and into the boot. The dagger is drawn with a quick and silent move and she stands there, breathing slowly, assesing the animal by the sounds. After a few seconds it is clear to her that such a creature is not known to her, but now, faced with the possibility of assasination, she's prepared. The sound of Fah's voice does sound familiar and raises hope in the young girl's mind. Yet she still doesn't make the connection between the beast and Fah, much to scared she is for that.

The lynx pins its ears back in irritation, but rises and turns to pad in the direction of the voice. A moment later a rather flustered looking Fahd appears, holding a broken leash in one hand. He stops short when he comes on the Ginaz girl, though. "My lady, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.."

������� Clutching the dagger tightly with both hands at her chest, Sisay peeks from behind the willow to the man with widened eyes. "Oh, Fahahd... I didn't know it was your... pet... Greetings!" she says, raising up. From around her shoulders flows a long dark cloak, seemingly soft to the touch, knotted at her neck with a big greenish button in the odd shape of a shamrock. The cloak flows about the Lady's shoulders and down untill just under her knees.

Fahahd rests his palm on the silky fur between the pricked ears, and the cat trills a greeting. "My lady. And yes, this is Rayhana, newly brought from Giedi. She didn't disturb you, did she?" He's more at ease than usual.

������� Sisay beams a cute smile, sheathing her dagger in her boot. "Oh, startled a bit, maybe." She approaches and extends a hand towards the creature. "Can I... pet her? She seems cute." she says, looking upwards toward the owner, her smile softening as the does so.

The grey-furred cat politely stretchse her neck out in return, whiskers twitching. "Surely. She's very tame - they haev been bred to be human companions for thousands of years on Giedi."

������� Sisay looks at her and pets her on the head, then starts scratching behind her ears. "How cute... she looks quite dangerous, but it might be the lighting." she says, quite in a low voice, busying herself with getting acquainted to the little kitty. "So, what new adventures have you been into, since we parted at the Lounge,hmm?"

Fahahd grins, as the cat rests her head quite happily in Sisay's lap. "Nothing of note, my lady," he replies. "And she can be dangerous, if defending her family. But she's nto generally agressive."

������� Sisay drops down on her knees and plays with the kitty, scratching, petting, snuggling and it seems she enjoys it. "I am sorry we have been so... rudely interrupted." she says, casting a glance upwards. "If you want to know anything of me, ask freely" she adds, accompanying her words with a wave of her hand, showing that there's no one around.

������� A wry smile and the Lady replies: "I've noticed His Lordships jackals following me as of late. Waiting in the morning for me to go to College. Then evenings when I come out. But I've escaped tougher followers..." With a sigh she says: "Yes, I suppose I'll be coming. If not for anything, the curiosity demands of me" and merry giggle makes feline stick up her nose and sniff at Sisay's face.

������� The cat curls up between Sisay's tighs, awaiting to be scratched on the side. And of course she does so, both of the hands giving maximum of attention to the pet. "I don't love him." she says in a soft voice and it sounds quite sad. "As much as I tried..."

Fahahd nods, glumly. "I'm sorry. Have you spoken to the Marquis, about it? Poor Mintor is distraught over it."

Sisay shrugs, continuing to caress the pet. "My uncle and the Duke have their business. Me and Mintor are pawns in it and I, at least, will play my part as expected, whatever is decided. But I cannot force my feelings for somebody... I don't know if anyone can do that. Can you?" she asks and looks up again.

Fahahd shakes his head, rat her glumly. "No, not at all. Life would be much easier, if we could."

The lynx is doing her bset to creep entirely into Sisay's lap.

Sisay smiles at you and blinks, giving a warm yet sad look. "Men can always get concubines to ... satisfy their needs. But what can I do? For I have feelings also, to share with the one I ... " her voice trails off, and her gaze drops sharply to the ground.

Fahahd nibbles his lip, unhappily. 'I sympathhize. Among the Harkonnen, there's little stigma attached to a woman taking pleasure with ot her than her bonded partner. But still..talk to your uncle."

Sisay sighs deeply and says in a stressed voice: "My uncle is getting married. He's on Marcinko preparing the big stuff. I'm strandled here with a tons of exams coming in a month and a gealous fiance and ... and..." she shrugs her shroulder in dismay.

Fahahd reaches over to pat her gently on the shoulder. "I understand. But you should do something about Mintor."

Sisay reaches up with her hand to her shoulder, trying to touch Fah's hand while the other one still caresses the puffy pet with long strokes around her belly.

Fahahd squeezes the hand reassuringly. The lynx has rolled over on to her back, paws waving in the air.

Sisay clutches Fah's hand tightly but she leans over, seemingly wanting to be embraced. In the dim light, it appears that the Lady's eyes glow eerie. But it's not her eyes, really, it's the tears within...

Fahahd moves awkwardly to put his arms around her, holding her close. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, though it's not really clear what he's apologizing for.

Sisay leans in closer, resting her head on Fah's shoulder, her curls finally dropping behind like a curtain. She also extends the other arm around his neck, hugging tightly as her tears wet his neck. The cat would now have plenty of space to curl between the two...

The lynx makes a soft, worried noise, and reaches up with a paw to pat gently at the Ginaz. Fahd simply rocks her gently, as if she were only a child. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Sisay murmurs: "Just hold me... please..." in a distant voice, sniffing and holding tight to Fah. Her tears seem to have recessed as the Lady is now breathing slowly, caressing Fah's hair lightly but definitely.

He holds her easily, not too tightly. This close, there's a faintly spicy scent apparent, though it's not strong enough to be any sort of cologne. Under her hand, his cropped hair feels much like the cat's fur, short and plush. "I'm here," he murmurs.

She seems to like the feel of his hair, caressing lightly just above his neck. Maybe because of her position, to his side or maybe because of the pet squirming between them, her arms get closer to each other, somehow forcing Fah's face to turn in her direction. "So good..." she says in a whisper, as he body snuggles even closer.

Somewhere in the back of his brain, alarm bells are going off. "My lady," he murmurs, "We mustn't," Though he doesn't make much of an effort to disentangle himself, admittedly.

As if waking out of a dream, her eyes open and her head pops out of the cozy shelter of his shoulder. "Wha...?" she asks in a murmur, while her curls rearrange themselves around her own shoulder and back. But her lips have a mind of their own, plotting with her hands to stay tightly wrapped around his neck as the Lady's full and sensual lips approach and ever so gently kiss the Earl right upon his own.

Within the confines of the embrace, one can feel his heart pounding frantically. He breaks the kiss as quickly as he can, and attempts to wriggle free of the circle of her arms. "My lady," he repeats, voice strained. "We shouldn't - this is wrong...."

Sisay breaks free, obviously scared of her own gesture she couldn't control. But her eyes also betray something like anger... But her hairlocks block one's view as she scrambles up her feet, but falls flat on her behind. With an upset grunt, she rembers her flute, lying about an arm's length from where she fell.

Mintor comes from the Sheuset Square.

William comes from the Sheuset Square.

Mintor walks through, with William in tow. They speak together, laughing a bit.. oblivious to the surroundings..

Fahahd holds out his hand to her - he's flushed with shock, hair tousled from her touch. The pair is off at the lake's edge, among a little stand of trees. Not obvious...but not hidden, either. A grey cat creature sits not far from them.

Mintor walks to the northeast and moves along the Council Row.

William walks to the northeast and moves along the Council Row.

Fahahd notes, in a shaky voice, "My lady - it's time for the fete. Perhaps we should go?"

Sisay grasps at the tin flute, the silvery reflections from it glimmer brightly even in these dark surroundings. Normally, she would've not taken the man's arm, but she does so now, again against her very instincts of doing things alone. And as she grasps the offered support, one can feel her hand trembling, even shaking. To read her expression would be impossible as the flurry of her hair covers her cheeks and forehead.

He doesn't lead the way off immediately, but pauses to stroke her hand protectively. "My lady, be at ease..."

Sisay says nothing, remaining stone silent. Her hair is obviously a mess and leaves cling to her cloak, but she holds on Fah's hand, looking downwards from under the stary hairlocks covering her face. Only the trembling of her hand betrays the turmoil in her soul and one might only guess that if he'd let go of her now, she'd run away like hell.

Gently, he pulls her to him again. "Don't be upset," he pleads. "It's not that I don't find you desirable....but I'm not interested in causing a diplomatic incident with both Ginaz and Atreides. Please understand." Gently, he bends to kiss her cheek.

But her cheek turns away and she whispers: "It's late... I'm expected at your embassy." Nothing could be guessed from her tone, yet her hand is still safely nestled within his.

Fahahd says, "Yes, we are. Shall we go, my lady?"

The flurry of hair nods as she's ready to follow Fah... wherever he might lead her.