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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 19:00:30 GMT -5
"Sometimes they spoil if not kept correctly. But a bottle like that no doubt was a fantastic find. I am glad it was enjoyed." As they continued to banter back and forth his offered arm was turned down. No problem. He nodded and stuck his hands into his pockets as they walked to the small cafe. He tried to be courteous but his offer was not always met with need. At least he did offer. Many men did not these days. It was a pity. And in truth she did have her hands full. "Can I take anything to help, Zahira?" He offered again quietly.
"My swim was invigorating. I am a high fan of the water. It is part of my routine I like to do during the week. Swimming, running. I like to keep things going." There was a pause as he glanced to her. "I do hope your own swim was good after such a distraction was removed?" He did mean the other man.
As she offered up her order, he held up two fingers, indicating he would like the same. As an avid Scotch drinker, he knew of the smoked flavor of this tea in particular. "Two, please." He would wait a moment or two to see if she wanted a pastry item or any such other sundry before offering over his card to pay for their orders.
"You have good taste in your tea." He said with a bright smile to the exotic woman beside him.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on May 9, 2014 2:38:52 GMT -5
Contently and rather a little intently, without properly glaring, Zahira looked to Marc as he spoke. Listening. Evidently, understanding and that was nice. Her dark eyes fluttered off slightly in memory of the old fashioned bottle being shared, a humble thought. A humble memory. Simple. Zahira responded with a subtle smile and an understanding expression. offered a subtle blissful nod. Zahira may not come across as present, as open, but she is very much aware. There was quite a lot of new things found from hearing Marc speak, but also a lot of things with what he didn't say. And, from the looks he wasn't offended from Zahira not taking his arm. Catching Marc putting his hands in his pockets. The subtle expression on his face. The way his breathing changed, if he was at all let down, it least felt things were relaxed again. Zahira was sure flattered, that Marc offered her that subtle respect, even if it seemed all but nothing. Even if he didn't know it... She did stop short again her towel at her hair, as Marc offered help again, only in a slightly different way. He was a little persistent, she'd give him that. "Sure, if you don't mind?" Zahira responded with a smile, offering him to carry her water bottle, if he truly didn't mind. Would certainly prevent her dropping it. Zahira didn't quite like feeling helpless, chalk that down to her pride, but somehow she wasn't so bothered by this at all. Maybe he was just as proud to want to help. Being a little extra sensitive about being touched, this would be harmless.
Before continuing on towards the cafe, but taking time in her own stride as Marc discussed his swim. Finding herself more interested than she would have thought, it was actually nice to find someone shared things she enjoyed. Perhaps there were more, she just didn't give them the time, was too guarded, they just weren't patient. "Same… I love the water." Zahira shared simply with Marc, with the hint of truth in her smile and her eyes from her heart, glancing over to the pool. Glancing back to Marc to hear about him keeping in shape, with a subtle joyful soundless expression. She had high respect for that. He certainly was in top form. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. "Sounds you also have quite the discipline routine… I'm used to running in the sand, it can be quite a nice change to run on firmer ground, without the fear of losing my feet!" Zahira commented, with a little knowing easy look to Marc. She very much enjoyed working out and rather hard. Subtle way she complimented him on that. She wasn't one to think too far ahead with anyone in mind, but perhaps it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to end up with a swimming buddy or a running buddy, but what are the chances?. To which she added the change of surface in Gotham was nice. Not that she didn't like running on sand, but one could imagine its potentially a little bit harder and harder work out on the legs. She expressed a simple jest and amusing little laugh. "Oh yeah, the world all but floated away. Thank-you again" Zahira responded assuring any concern Marc may have had and offered him a comforted look, whilst drying her dark hair a little more. She did feel a hunch. Wanting to ask Marc something, hearing that he was quite the swimmer. "I hope I'm not to forward in asking this, but… Do you dive? I don't really know… Would you be able to show me how to properly use one of those? Sometime, maybe…? Its not quite the same as cliff diving." Zahira circled her kind way in asking Marc with the noticeable change of colour to her darkened cheeks as they walked, without hopefully totally stepping over lines, if Marc was free, not usually one up for asking for help, she hadn't quite mastered how to use the diving board, as she motioned a simple finger at them in the pool section as they passed. With her being rather heightened sensitivity to vibrations, it was certainly something to get use to. She was used to cliffs. Things that didn't move.
Soon after finding themselves at the counter of the cafe in the gym. Ordering what she had on her mind, didn't even register he would want that same, that was a little of a surprise. She couldn't say she was much of a scotch drinker, but she very much liked strong flavours. Flicking a little intended look as Marc asked the same, as if hmmm, that is something… "If you're looking to share, we do have a special on a pot of tea and 2 scones, its only a $1 more." That sounded like a good offer to Zahira, with a pot there probably be a little more than 2 cup worth of tea. Depending on how much they were planning to drink. "Sure..!" Zahira answered simply glance to Marc if he wasn't down for it. Picking herself a pumpkin seed scone, some reason that looked like a good scone. "Was there anything else?" As Zahira pondered, as her eyes wondered over to the salad bar window. "Yes, please. Can I have a salad made up, please?" This was a big perk coming to the cafe in the gym vs a regular cafe, usually a lot of fresh vegetables. As Zahira went along and picked the ingredients for her salad, well their salad, there would be enough for two if Marc was interested or he may want his own. This salad would light and simple, yet quite common where she was from, despite not being grown there, but nonetheless. Picking butter head lettuce, mini lebanese cucumbers, tomato, onion and hot pepper. Something not overly spicy, even though she liked spicy, it would compliment a sharpness with the sweetness of the tomato. Then a little garlic, coriander, lemon juice, olive oil and salt/pepper for the dressing. Zahira motioned for her money clip in her short pocket to pay, but seemingly was stopped as Marc pulled his out. Oh! Tucking her money clip back in. "Thank-you, Marc. I'm happy to pay for my share, if it would help?" Zahira sincerely thanked Marc, that was a really sweet and cool thing. Smiled. She offered to offer something if he preferred, she was someone that very much valued the dollar and saved her pennies. So it was very much a sweet thing to her, than maybe even he realised. Even more willing to share her salad with him, if he was someone that liked salads. She didn't have a great sweet tooth, well she did, but she had great restraint on that. If it was something sweet she would be seeking something probably not in this cafe. Maybe something like a Basbousa, Baklava, umm Ali or even a Fatir, a filo dough kind of pancake stuffed with varies things. From eggs to any kind of fruit. Not that she was greatly graving right now.
With a little help from Marc, carted the items to a table. Zahira motioned towards a table and chairs just by an open fire, and window. Cosy, relaxing and just open enough. Zahira couldn't help but smile brightly in return at Marc's comment. Not just a comment, but a compliment. As her hand motioned to a pause on the chair she was pulling out. Wow, unexpected, but she liked it. Tea could be boring, some could say, as it could be said about her, she liked boring, least people thinking that. Just proved sometimes some just don't know a mystery when they see one, but Marc on the other hand. Maybe he had an eye. More than an eye. "Oh, thank-you, I suppose so do you… I can't say I know much about wine or coffee, but I know tea… If you want any of the salad, please feel free… " Zahira greatly thanked Marc, whilst offering the compliment in return, maybe not as eloquent, but just as worthy it would seem. Taking her seat and simply gestures of her hand, mentioning she least knew tea, not that she was completely close to know more about coffee or wine. She was just simple in the things she needed and relaxed to go at her pace. She placed the salad bowl in the middle, the teapot slightly to the left and maybe a jug of water next to that. You never know… Offering to share the salad, as she motioned for some tongs and put some of the salad on the plate in front of her. Whilst placing the scone on a little side plate. She could be a little organised in her behaviour. "I must ask, with your desire to move here. Are you planing to grow a vineyard here? I wasn't aware vineyards grew in or around Gotham!" Zahira asked naturally curious with knowing Marc's desire to move here and his profession. If he was planning to build a vineyard, curious also if Gotham grew vineyards, if there were any. She's not sure she would have guessed that. She really didn't know much about wine, so it certainly intrigued her.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 6:49:18 GMT -5
He carried her water bottle as they approached the counter and ordered their respective drinks. It was always good to find someone with similar hobbies. And he loved water. He nodded as they spoke of their respective exercise routines. And while he had not had the liberty to run on sand, he could see how it could work and challenge the body in different ways than a firm foundation would and could.
He cracked a wide grin as she spoke, looking down at her. "You are quite welcome." He would respond. "Diving from a starting board?" His brow furrowed as he tried to nail down what she was asking him. "A starting board is tricky to get the hang of but one the technique is grasped it helps immensely. Perhaps another time we find ourselves here I could help." He was no official swim coach but he had years of dedicated enthusiasm to the activity. It would be no problem for him to aid her. "It is a bit different than cliff diving I do agree."
After their orders were placed, he nodded an affirmative to Zahira. A pot of tea sounded fantastic with scones. He chose his own; an orange-raspberry with white chocolate. She was still looking at a few things so in the interim he handed over his card to the cashier which he had pulled from his wallet.
"It would be my pleasure, Zahira. Payment can be taken with your company over this meal." He would smile to her and motion to their bounty of food that would be set before them that they could share taking to a table. He had grabbed napkins and double sets of silverware just in case. He nodded to her offer and sat only after she had, going to pour the tea into two cups he took a sip before responding.
"Actually not growing. My parents run the business from home. I have been in a way getting different venues to carry our wine. Restaurants, stores and the like. I don't know if Gotham's weather could help such a crop, honestly." He hadn't seen much more of the city other than it's more urban areas. Metropolis had some boons to it, but mostly due to his friendships positioned there. Other than that, he doubted the varieties he would care to peruse would thrive on this side of the ocean.
As she helped herself to their food he did so as well plating some of the salad for himself and his pastry. "It was a change of scenery as well. What brought you to Gotham? The museum, from the likes of it is grand."
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on May 25, 2014 9:33:33 GMT -5
It certainly was a first, a first for many, but a first for someone to carry Zahira's water bottle. As simple and possibly a little… Different. Though Marc seemed more than delighted to carry it, as Zahira expressed a light smile as he had gladly taken it. Wandered into the cafe, as the chat surprisingly though light, was quite fruitful. Almost… Almost, easy for Zahira. It was quite nice, despite whether or not somewhere inside was potentially screaming or shaking. She remained mostly calm and really just going with it. Why not? Zahira with a glance caught Marc's rather wide grin and expressed his kind words. Dropping her timid dark eyes momentarily as her dark skin blushed ever so subtly. Before she graced Marc with a rather simple, yet express filled smile in response, as her eyes carefully followed. Generally she wouldn't be so bashful from being rescued, but seemed she was at a loss right now…
Zahira peaked more as Marc responded in kind in regards to the diving boards. She was almost just as confused as he spoke of starting boards. "I honestly don't know much about any diving boards… Are there different kinds?" Zahira honestly responded, with the tiniest hints of embarrassment caught in the movement of her eyebrows and asked if there were other kinds. She was mostly just meaning diving boards in general, but she really know much about them at all. Save the friction in the balancing, but it had certainly peaked her interest. Maybe more so, because she didn't know how. That can kind of make her want to learn. "It looks quite tricky… I would like that, so long as its no trouble of course… Thank-you!" Zahira agreed with a nod. As her dark eyes caught the fading glimpse from the diving pool, for some it looked almost easy, but she could feel every ounce of the vibrations even from here. It was almost mind boggling to her, though she was quite delighted Marc maybe able to give her some pointers, if they happen to cross paths again. As Zahira expressed simply her gratitude, of course if there was ever such time found… Before an added smile in Marc's agreement on cliff diving. "You've cliff dived?" Zahira curiously asked in passing as they waited the brief moment for the tea and food. There was little boast in it, more just proof she was from a different part of the world or importantly she had lived a little differently. Which was somewhat nice to know she was maybe not completely alone in that feeling.
Thankfully being an easy day, not jam packed with people. Waiting for the tea, scones and salad wouldn't be long at all. Despite being a little invested in her picking, before realising Marc had pulled his card out. Ok, there was a brief little nice feeling, knowing she didn't have to pay. Felt even more better as Marc assured her, he was fine with this. Free tea. Free scone and free salad, that was quite something as she smiled. Zahira was almost feeling she'd walked into another world, she thought amusingly and sweetly. She would saver this. "In that case, thank-you! I shall try my best!" Zahira responded kindly with her eyes gently lighting up with her subtle sincerity, with an extra boast to her smile. It was the least she could do, was try. Despite she couldn't attest she could be the greatest company in world. So long as she didn't trip and tumble, she should least come out of this fine. As Zahira helped with great aid to the tea and food to a table. Near a fire, she needed the heat. Already feeling the tinge to her exposed goosebumps along her exposed calf muscles. The heat was almost toe curling. Zahira kindly took her seat and Marc soon took his, as well grabbing the extra things Zahira hadn't thought of, that was also nice. Putting filling her plate a little with the salad, keeping it light and fresh. Zahira smiled gently as Marc poured the tea. Zahira was most delighted to receive the warmed cup and took in the smokey aroma. "Hmmm! Reminds me of home!" Zahira commented, poured just a couple of drops of milk, but not too much. She preferred it pretty dark, before bringing the rim to her lips. With the gentle blow, cause the warm evaporation, just enough evaporate out subtle memories, before she took a sip… Define. Putting her cup down. Picking up one of the folks and gently stabbed. Picking at pieces of the salad on her plate. Chewed silently, quietly as she listened more intently as Marc explained. Much of wine was unknown to her, so she certainly intrigued. "Oh ok, so you're just looking to import and sell, from what I have seen, I don't think you're going to run out of options… Would you ever consider buying a venue, yourself?" Zahira asked curiously if that was an option, or if he was just looking for a house. Though as Zahira stated with what she'd seen in Gotham, finding venues for wine, was definitely not going to be hard, but she certainly be intrigued to check out if Marc ever makes one for himself. With a little more of a french feel. It could be decidedly lack sometimes.
Just when Zahira was hoping the salad wasn't completely lost on Marc, he started digging in, brilliant. Stabbing a tomato on her plate herself. Bringing the sweetness to her lips. "I bet… You won't miss the vineyard? Then, I suppose you can go back and visit" Zahira expressed sweetly and asked. She could quite picture the difference, just like she had back in the pool. As Marc easily painted the picture. Hills. Vineyards. The almost country like landscape she imagine as apposed to the city landscape now. She expected if he wasn't homesick yet, she wouldn't be surprised if he does, even she found herself a little from time to time… Then Marc asked her… Her reason… Why or more promptly what had driven her all the way to Gotham? As her dark eyes briefed mostly in a pause over her salad, because it wasn't so straight forward and some she probably couldn't dwell too much into it. "A change, as well." Zahira simply responded and honestly. Not that she really like making it sound she was running away, no she wasn't running from him. She had dealt with that, but she needed to properly leave the scars behind. Or mostly move forward. "I suppose also looking for something… My father was from Gotham… I've never been before, I don't know. I thought I'd find something here… I just don't know what yet." Zahira then added, with hesitation, yet the subtle need to simply express it, for what ever reason it could be. Though her parents were undoubtedly people she loved actually talking about, it was also extremely intimate for her to talk about. They were the only people to ever know her for who she was, only she thought she had entirely known them. Despite the mysteries she didn't know, it certainly didn't wain her devotion for them, it merely made her to seek and find out. Not as Zahira revealed mindfully to Marc, she hadn't really found anything yet. "I've been a curator in a Museum in Egypt for a couple years. My mother was a curator, so almost like a family business, you could say…Which I enjoyed, but the move; it was nice for the change of scenery. I'm enjoying it, the museum here is quite amazing and grand, as you say… If you really are interested, tours are available, group or single." Zahira then revealed a little in regards to her work, that very much laid way for her to come here, she hardly wasn't expecting it to fall into place as it had, but she despite her second guessing before, she was quite enjoying it, so far. Though she enjoyed her work, so it would be hard not too. Before of course she mentioned briefly she followed a little in her mother's footsteps, even though in reality she fell into her mother's footsteps even more closely than that… As Zahira could almost see the relation to a family business, she certainly almost felt she grew up into it. Suppose helped by the fact it surrounded her place of birth and the history, something like that she really could believe ever gets old. She really wasn't even sure she would remain in Gotham forever. It could quite depend on how popular her exhibit was, for now she really just wasn't thinking about it. Just going with it now. Enjoying it, really. Zahira expressed the interest in a tour if Marc was interested in visiting the museum. As Zahira continued to pick at her salad a little, quite enjoying the calmness, as her slightly rapid heart beat was more settled now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 6:44:11 GMT -5
She was quite guarded even if she was quiet. She kept every motion measured and even. So even his most genuine gestures were being scrutinized.
"There are different boards. Higher ones. More solid ones that are more like a platform than a springboard. There are ones that are shorter, like a diving platform for laps. But it does come more down to the height in which you are utilizing as well." He laughed gently and tried to keep her from truly embarrassing herself. He wanted her to be at ease.
"Not recently, but I have engaged in the hobby back in France. There are some clear, cool blue waters to indulge in there." He responded. As they sat next to the warming fire he handed her a cup. "It must be different here in Gotham amidst the snow and cold so far from your hot desert sands and seeming never ending sun."
As he started in on their meal he listened to her while he finished chewing. "I have been travelling to and from the family vineyard for years. This is a new thing to settle in a city to look for vendors. My parents and sister do miss me if I am gone too long. I have been helping in the entire process for years. It would feel peculiar if I were not home for a few months out of the year to help." He took a sip of his own smokey tea.
"A venue. I don't know about that. I only know my wares and that is about it. Running a place is an entirely different avenue. But it is something to think about. Hm."
As he started to indulge in more of their meal he listened to her. "Ah! I am quite aware of how family businesses work. And how it is to have parents from different cities. And how that goes. It is not the easiest endeavor to pursue. But how did your mother first endeavor to curating? A keen love of history? But this city is quite different than either Egypt, or France, but not in a bad way." As she mentioned the tour he nodded. "When are you free? And do you do personal tours?" His eyes met hers for a moment. He didn't mind either way if there would be others present, but he found that a more one on one approach would allow him for a more personalized tour.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Aug 2, 2014 11:17:25 GMT -5
There was a slowing of her pace towards the table as Marc delved into the diving boards. The variety. The different kinds of boards. Naturally Zahira couldn't prevent a slight fusion of her eye brows. Nor the light wash of the blush to her usual darker cheeks. She hadn't even… Slowly taking her seat, whilst thoroughly listening. It seemed it was even more foreign to her, than she even imagined. Zahira was mindful of working out through vibrations on one, but now her head could have almost done a tail spin to imagine she may have to do a whole lot more, than worry about that. Her left hand came lightly to cup her left jawline, whilst her right hand. Her dark fingers ran a little against the skin of her left forearm, with the hint of perhaps an insecurity, but of course through fear. Least a fear of this, she was almost more intrigued, of course possibly petrified. "Wow…. I really, had no idea they were that vast. More out of my element, than I even realised and a far cry from a riverbank… Though! I suppose, you were the one to ask." Zahira more sounded at first at finding the words. With the simple flinching of her eyes to express the vastness of it and her mind ran over the differences, Marc had described. High ones. Low ones. Short. Long. Pretty much if it was thinkable there was a board for it. Before a slight flash of humbled amusement in her eyes, for not realising just how lost to it she had been… Not to mention a reminder she was a long way from home, but helped by the fact she was sure, Marc did seem the one to ask. There just maybe hope.
Guarded. Quiet. Aware. Always aware. Zahira listened at Marc's experience with cliff diving. Whilst taking her cup in hand, as it was passed to her. Blowing on it lightly, before taking the nice warm sip and placed it beside. Her eyes traced slightly from the cup across the table, pondering as Marc detailed a clear, cool blue spot in France. "Oh my… What area in France? That sounds beautiful… Are we talking more discreet locations or touristy locations? Have you ever travelled as south as the Dead Sea?" Not to mention thrilling, Zahira expressed with a more softer smile. Least as much as she could imagine, with clear blue water. Dropping her hands. Picking up her fork as she stabbed lightly at her salad. Curious for any extra detail, he may have in expressing her fascination. Her touch of an adventurous heart and wondering how excluded the places he was describing were. Not that touristy places weren't beautiful, they were a tourist spot for a reason, but she knew from her father's experiences, that sometimes the best places are half kept secrets… There were some beautiful places around Egypt, particularly Alexandria, but when thinking of clear blue seas. Zahira couldn't help, but think of the dead sea, positioned within Israel. Taking some of that salad in her mouth… Played lightly at her plate with her fork, whilst expressing a light amusing smile as Marc commented more pointedly at the changing weather for her. She couldn't help express how true that was. Before she lifted her fork. Rested the back of her hand just grazing the bottom of her chin, before she swallowed. "Very much so… Another reason I am here… Warm water. Fire. Sauna…! Good substitutes… I've never really seen a snowy winter, so its certainly nice to finally see one… Unfortunate to get caught in a snow storm… All I need now is to see a snowflake… Oh and possibly skate on ice. Another thing, that seems completely foreign to me… What were your winters like?" Zahira responded with little detest, as she made suggestion to the pool. The fire beside them and a sauna she'd most likely end up in. Lingering on that almost. Feeling the lingering shivers against her bare arms. Whether it meant a sauna here or her place. It didn't matter. As she smiled lightly at the over comings, before least confessing a little bit it was nice to see real side of winter. In most cases, more behind a window as she was a little more sensitive to the cold than average. Her eyes widened just a tad at the mention of snow storm. It was like the other side of a hurricane. Well, least that was what it felt like to her. Humbly smiled, listing what she was left to see. Probably a lot more. Expressing with movements of her hands, whilst eating a little bit of her salad in between. Ice skating… Not that she was completely no to the idea. Generally anything physical she was game to try, just even for the sake of trying it, but the idea of frozen ice. Certainly was different to her, it almost made her feel frost bite on her toes… With a simple hand gesture and then picking up her warm tea cup, curious to hear what winter he left behind in France.
Zahira's ears naturally, in a strange instinctual way she was probably hardly realising herself. Perked up as Marc described more in his travelling, more pointedly back and forth to his family home. It just was rather fascinating to hear and as he mentioned in more light of his family. Zahira smiled a little more, naturally and again most likely unaware she had. Perhaps having been so close to hers, having been so long without it… Perhaps it was simply nice to hear… Picking slowly and ate her salad slowly. As Marc painted the picture. Zahira could almost relate to how Marc had fallen into this line of work… As she had. Began just something to learn. To help out, Hardly realising from that start how in love with it she was going to be. There was no way when Zahira was kid, knew that she would be where she was. Doing as her mother had… It just sort of happened and she found herself not wanting it any other way… Well, least thats what she was painting from what Marc was describing. "Sounds like Gotham has captured something in you, but your work… Your business, keeps you very connected wherever you are. A connection, if its anything like mine… You cannot live without. It becomes you… How many siblings do you have? If you don't mind me asking." Zahira commented to Marc, not that she was intending to sound over encrypted. She naturally learnt to always keep herself at a well distance and really in her words. She was merely taking a stab. To someone she didn't entirely know, but somehow it seemed to make sense. For some reason she was intrigued… Before finding herself curious to ask about his siblings. A personal question she most certainly didn't dive in much, but perhaps it was curiosity from being an only child.
Turning now to pull a little at her scone. Tasting the sweetness of the pumpkin. Surprisingly it didn't clash with the salad. Nor the smokey tea. Licking her fingers a little. Listening to whether Marc had considered running his own venue. Nodding slightly along. Suppose it would be quite different. Of course what did she know anything about running such a thing, but given the ambition. She was sure it was do able, if there was the ambition, as she lingered a short glance to Marc. There was a thought it seemed at his last words. "Well.. I'm not sure if this is something to consider… I saw in the paper somewhere an old lighthouse for sale along the coast… Whether that be a good place to renovate for a venue, I'm not entirely sure, but I'd imagine a place like that. It would add a lot of character… Not to mention a view. " Zahira began hesitantly, but evidently found her voice. Enough hopefully not to sound completely crazy in her initial spring of thought. Of an add she caught briefly in a newspaper. A lighthouse. If renovated, perhaps. Throwing it at least out there. Her love of history perhaps, though the view would be amazing. She kinda thought of a vineyard with a good view, so perhaps thats why it sprang to mind. Taking her tea cup again and sipped it.
Placing it down. Picking up her fork again. Smiled lightly as Marc listened. Responded. Possibly understanding as he said. "Not just different cities. Different countries… I don't know if I can do my father's words justice… Sensually he said. That when he found Egypt. When he found my mother. He found a new world…" Zahira commented and briefly shared. As little as she could. As enough as she could, though perhaps as she played it out a little, it was probably less poetic than what she had been told, but were most things more than you were small. Innocent. Open to suggestions. She smiled with the hint of warmth, no, even now. Even after all the secret of her parents she hadn't known, still possibly didn't. She still held on what she did know to be the truth…. Zahira paused briefly as Marc asked more directly about her mother. She couldn't help tilt her a head a little. Slight hesitation, but perhaps a pinch of a desire to. She didn't exactly get to talk about her parents or any of it often. If at all. There was no one to tell it to and how are you suppose to know who you can trust to tell. Then come to think of it. "I believe she fell into it, wanting a better insight in what was around her. The world. The love of history, culture and to share it… When someone goes looking for Ancient Egypt, they are more often seeking to be lost or seeking to be found… Sometimes both… There is something to follow the foot prints of the past, almost quite literally in the sand… Even more to have followed her, when I could." As Zahira softly answered, though perhaps not as straightly as he was probably hoping. She couldn't really say she had really gotten the chance to have really sat down and asked her mother the real reason behind it, but having followed her. Watched her. Observed her. It was hardly a stab in the dark for Zahira to gather a little as to why. It was their history in a sense… Zahira mostly just recalled following her mother on foot. Through tombs. Helping at the museum. It was something to watch. It was hard not to follow in that. To hope to be half the woman her mother had been. As Zahira hinted at. It was for a moment, the way of life as she knew it…
Mindfully with her cup down, her finger lightly traced the rim, but her mind didn't wander far. She after all spent a lot of her time between myths, stories and reality, when it came to her job… "Gotham… To me… Is like a new world…. A different world!" Zahira then responded, half repeating her father's words in a sense, despite she wasn't entirely sure what her place was here in this city completely, but she had to agree it was completely different. She needed different. Softly briefing a smile, before she took to more of her salad… There was an initial pause. Brief. Before Marc asked if she was free? She assumed apart from right now, because she couldn't feel more free, but somehow she couldn't help to think there was more to it than just simply that… Lifting her dark eyes to his own eyes… Oh. As her hand came at her lips, before swallowing her food. As he was indeed interested in a tour. "I do… Its actually pretty quiet during the winter, so most times I'll be free. The museum has been closed off and on, because of bad weather. That be the main obstacle right now. Spring and summer, the museum will pick up again, though it be a little more busy, but that comes with new additions to the exhibits… When are you free? Thursdays are usually the lighter days year round… Was there something particular you were seeking or just a general curiosity?" Zahira nodded, personal tours she certainly did. Though as far when, she hoped she wasn't too vague, but she was overly a lot freer. Though as she pointed out, it had been shut down on and off. Thus another reason she was at the gym on a work day. She hardly knew what to do with herself, other than to do something productive… Detailing of course Spring and summer. Hinting at the new additions. That was always exciting. She already had most of them all ready booked. She was most excited to get one if not her favourite artefact in.. Before long, Zahira just asked Marc in return when was he free. When would best suit him? Taking another deep sip from her tea cup and felt the curling warmth of her toes.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 3:36:45 GMT -5
For a moment he was that curious she had never experienced a more formal swimming experience. Then again he had tried not to assume in his own life. She seemed to have more of an outdoor upbringing. Much like his own in the vineyards. It had been a bit of a harsh awakening when he had moved to the city for University. So many sights and smells, experiences he had not had before. But he had been a quick study.
"There is a small village area outside Paris." He started, his eyes twinkling as she asked where he was specifically from. "Saint Germain, if you are familiar with the lay of the land. Very green. My family's home for years." He was almost wistful as he mentioned it. As he did enjoy the metropolitan city he did yearn at times for the green and quiet of his parent's land. The lack of so much electronics and motorized well, everything did pull at his heart from time to time. "It has been years since I have been there I regret to mention. I am guessing you have been there?" He asks her in turn.
"I have an older sister. She is dear to me. That is all. " He did miss her from time to time but with his phone he was able to speak with his parents and her more often now. It was amazing how advanced technology had come in the years. "I do greatly enjoy my work. I need that spark, as you say, to continue. It doesn't hurt that I am able to connect with new people and enjoy a healthy level of libations to boot." He laughed between his own indulgence of their meal they were sharing. It was a nice contrast of the tea to the salad.
As she mentions the lighthouse he has to rub at his jaw again. A bit outside his knowledge but he did have a friend or two he could mention it to for an investment property. "I may have to look in to that. Not for myself but for a friend. What could someone do with a lighthouse I wonder." He raised his brows before drinking his tea again. Setting down his cup as she mentions the inability with the pending weather he shifts in his seat, and pulls out his wallet, slipping a card from it. A pen is procured and another number written on the piece of thin cardboard. It's his personal cellphone number, to which he presses the card into her hand. "This is my number. Perhaps when you have time and the weather is not inclimental we can do this tour. I would greatly enjoy it. My schedule is quite scattered and random but I can make the time."
He smiles as he folds her fingers gently over the card. "If I could see or even hear of the featured exhibits that may help me to narrow down which I could tour?"
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Sept 2, 2014 21:05:16 GMT -5
Zahira was somewhat on her tip toes, taking all this step by step… Sip by sip as Zahira took the tea cup to her darkened lips, part security and part she just loved the tea. Whilst feeling out of her element, she did find some comfort… Which was new. Vastly new. Her dark eyes played lightly upon Marc, though with every little beading glance, her eyes didn't completely cease. Enjoyed the ease how this conversation was naturally springing. Finding herself intrigued to know what he was going to say next, perhaps it was the adventurous vibe Marc gave off or simply he was easy to listen to. Zahira picked a little more at her salad. Felt the warm and boastful fire. Before her glance was a little more direct as Marc spoke more about not just france, but his more personal account of his family home. Zahira could feel it was very genuine, she could help less to offer a simple smile as he looked to her. The images of all the things he enjoyed, loved about it was clearly fresh in his mind. "Is your family home, a french cottage? " Zahira asked with a little gesture with her hand kindly out of curiosity, as his details had come, her mind was somewhat going with him. She just hoped in the right direction. Sensing the greenery. The trees just how they were in the perfect position to catch the sunrise. Nodded at the mention of Saint Germain and listened. "I've never been there. It is an amazing area from what I do know… How far from the chateau is your family?" Honestly Zahira replied. She didn't know it by personal account, but she knew of it. Mainly because she knew of the Chateau of Saint Germain de laye. Now used as a museum, given artefacts went from museum to museum regularly, it was possibly she knew it professionally, but if not personally she was usually just curious… Eating a little more of her salad. She smiled at Marc's response about the Dead Sea. "Oh, yes! Sorry, its just when you mentioned cool, clear water… The dead sea is probably the clearest I've seen, personally… Its one of my favourite places… It seems to be encased in a zen like state, if that makes sense?" Zahira confirmed, though apologised shortly if it seemed slightly out of topic or random. As she brought back up as he had mentioned clear waters, it just naturally for her made her think of the Dead sea. Well, maybe it was still little random, her eyes flashed simply, but she was a little gladdened by it nonetheless. It brought simple little memories, nothing overly personal. Given it was in Israel and neighboured Egypt, it wasn't hard to travel to. Her fork was back on her plate at this point. It was a place she very much enjoyed, as she simply tried to explain it, he had visit there, so hopefully understood the meditative benefits it could bring, whilst hinting a little bit at her own meditative nature.
"I can see that… Does your sister take part in the family business as you do?" Zahira lightly commented with a sweeter smile, with simple gesture she was as herself observing, though not so much judging. She could honestly say she was simply listening and was surprisingly very at ease with it. Asking loosely if sister lived similar as he did, not that she was intending to dig for details. Took another sip from her tea. Before setting the cup back down. Lightly ran her fingers against the back of her other hand, up her arm a little. Before listening as Marc talked about enjoying his work, Zahira was glad she hadn't completely jumped the gun on that one, why she was glad, she couldn't really know why. She just was, but she nodded in reason. Relating to that feeling… Zahira expected less the last of Marc's words, but she couldn't help offer a slight lowering of her head, before her eyes glanced up again with a smile a little brighter again, perhaps an almost silent laugh in response, as of course she picked up he was referencing right now… Was this what it was? Connecting? Maybe it was. Zahira simply thought. Her eyes glimpse a hint of concern, without feeling completely unease. Before finding herself raising her tea cup to potentially cling his, letting her guard. "Libations? What deities exactly are we drinking to?" Zahira light heartedly in her jest as she asked. Being more familiar without the wording being used to describe a ritual of sorts, generally deities, but in Egypt it could be ancestors or people from the past or even present. Jesting a little given deities for her, were quite vast. She felt like she dealt with them regularly with her work, so it was rather natural she would jump to that. "How are you liking the salad? The tea?" Zahira asked simply, the fact he was still eating and drinking, was a good sign of course. It was no mean spectacular, so it was probably harder to ruin, but simplicity in its raw form. It could be easily over looked. "How are you finding the culture change, particularly with the food? Am I right, it is the mid-day meal that's considered the main meal in France? This part of the world, certainly does like to move fast! I'm still adjusting to that, myself." With more curiosity as Zahira sincerely asked, she did after all liked culture, so she knew some details about France, such as how they did lunch. How they took their time, a lot of places would shut down and lunch could often go for two hours. Least she was sure she was right, but she really hadn't got the chance to sit downs with some directly from France. Though she was hopefully aware of that, she wondered if that had aided to why it felt calm. Why she felt at ease. She couldn't say she lived entirely like that, Egypt was different, but in most things she had a lot of patience. Took her time. Of course a lot of that could be from meditation.
"Oh no problem. I hope your friend can do something wonderful with it. I didn't see inside, but outside it looks incredible. The structure…" Zahira responded in kind in regarding the lighthouse she had mentioned. Glad to hear it might at least be keen for someone. She had no idea about venues, but it had caught her eye. As she suggested. Hinted to the structure, surely it wasn't completely hard to imagine, it was a lighthouse. A rather beautiful one at that. "The history, no less…!" Zahira then added with a slight knowing nod of her head and glance of her eyes. Before her mind wanders a little, but not far. "I don't really like playing in what ifs, but if I could… I'd go back and visit the great lighthouse of Alexandria… Possibly the great library as well… Though I'd probably end up spending more time indoors, than I like." Zahira hesitantly for a moment, but then more easily shared. As odd as it might have been. She really wasn't someone that dreamed like that. Least the non-sleep dreams. She wasn't without goals, but they were generally believable. Though just couldn't deny the curiosity of certain lost places. Buildings. Just for the hell of it. In ways she was sure Alexandria would be a lot different now, if they were still standing. Hinting of course at the various books she very much would have like to read, though joked lightly she'd probably get outside as she liked. A lot of her research wasn't books. It went a lot deeper. With those thoughts, she'd probably be keen to have visited Cleopatra's tomb, but she knew it was probably lost for a reason. As sad as it was, somethings were best left as a mystery. Though no doubt, it would have been a beautiful tomb… Perhaps in her little escape of words, Marc had gone to his wallet. Pulled out a thin card and scribbled on some numbers… It really wasn't until he motioned to put in her hand, that she realised. Of course she might not have really realised it was his personal number or least not realised what that could have meant. Oblivious, a little. So she took it for what it was. A way to reach him more directly. Was it just for convenience? She least could pick up he seemed very keen for a tour, that certainly was something and it kind of made her smile. "Wow, you really are interested… You'd be surprised how rare that is, sometimes… Thank-you, I'll definitely give you a call soon… I'll be able to give you more specific times once I've looked over my schedule…" Zahira spoke as her dark eyes flashed over Marc, with no tone to make offence by any means. Up at this point she had given a lot of tours, somedays were lighter than other days and she saw all kinds of people. Of interest.. Though this was perhaps more enlightening as she couldn't really say she'd found us interest outside of the museum, so there was also that. It was nice nonetheless, as she thanked Marc and gave word she would definitely be in contact.
With motion to retrieve her hand and evidently Marc's card. He ceased that momentarily. As Zahira's eyes looked reluctantly at the gesture. His fingers folded over her, naturally there was a shoot up her spine, but she was somewhat compelled. Unable to pull away. Unwillingly her thumb grazed his own fingers at initial contact, was all the movement she did make… Until Marc let go. Slowly Zahira took back her hand and briefly for a few moments paused as she looked at the card. With the subtle movement at her lips… His voice broke her mild consideration back, shaking her head subtly, before looking back to Marc. "Oh… Of course!" Zahira responded with a slight bewildered tone in her voice, as her mind was evidently getting back on track and offered a slight soft smile. Information on the exhibits. Zahira could certainly give, though her eyes moved away from Marc as she thought and her eyes looked off a little over near the entrance of the little cafe… Ah.. "Hmmm, hold that thought… I won't be long." Why just tell him, when Zahira could somewhat show Marc as well. Gestured a hand, before she pushed back out of her chair. Long enough to get to her feet. Feeling more dry than she was, but her hair was still damp. Her fingers tousled it lightly out of her face, as she motioned to a little brochure stand. It mostly consumed more sports and fitness tourist places, that kind of things, but there was… If Zahira recalled some brochures on the museums…
As soon as her fingers scaled, she pulled the brochure out and motioned back to her seat. "This might help!" Zahira kindly commented as positioned herself back across from Marc, she opened up the brochure and placed it before Marc. As she now leaned a little in her seat. Ushered the salad bowl a little to the side. So she may detail a little on what there was at the museum using the map. "Here!" Zahira reached a little and pointed on the map, slightly circled the area. "Is where you'll find Gotham's history and areas that surround Gotham… Oh, of course, its notable figures to its vigilantes." Zahira informed generally, history, information, artefacts. All variations things, as she made mention of vigilantes. It was after all Batman's city, so Zahira had been told. "Over here, you have more your overall history of America. A little bit about war, of course you'll find more in-depth information in the war museum." Zahira continued as her finger moved to the next spot on the map. "This is where you'll find information on animals and nature through history to present… The dinosaur alley, does showcase some wonderful fossils, if I might add… I personally quite like the butterfly house." Zahira informed loosely, given the animal kingdom was vast, she highlighted a little. "If your wanting to see more the history of the planet, there is a science museum that connects, just here. There is a space station there, that is amazingly detailed and is interactive. I'd be more than happy to show you." Zahira shared, hinting at the constellations, as Ancient Egypt was quite connected with stars, she offered to show him if wanted… "And here. Is more the antiquity section… The egypt exhibit is just here… You'll also find Roman. Greek. Mayans. Medieval… The Minden Glass collection, is the newest exhibit. Consisting of over 75 pieces of original ancient glass and pottery. I believe dating back to about the 6th BC until the 12th AD." Zahira rounded off as she pointed at the section of the map her own exhibit was positioned in, she was more brief on the surrounding, some were permanent, some were temporary. Though more often it was just a change of artefacts, moving between museums… Though she enthused about the Glass collection that was temporary for a couple of months, but seemed well worth a look. "Currently the new additions to the Egyptian Exhibit are artefacts of Queen Hetespheres I. Her belt. Bracelet and sedan chair, made of gold and ebony. Though I do have a few other pieces on display, some of which are replicas, but it helps tell the history" Zahira lastly share a little of what was on display in her exhibition with simple detail. Hinting at her variation in her collection, that and it changed. She was lucky to be connected as she was to get certain pieces, but as she hinted. Not all were the real thing, whether it was because such an item was too fragile or just too heavy like a good chunk of a tomb wall. Of course there was no way she was going to fit every tomb wall in egypt in her exhibit, but it offered a nice touch she felt with what was on display. Not just showing artefacts, but telling the history. It was very much a deep one… "We do have a special event coming up, called A night at the museum… If you were also interested. Its in a couple of weeks… If it goes well it may become more regular, but if anything a way to introduce the museum in a hopeful exciting way… I got some really nice artefacts lined up, for an unveiling that night… I'm quite excited, particularly for a certain item." Zahira offered and detailed to Marc, about a special night event that was coming up. A party if you will. Sitting back now in her seating. Hinting at the new artefacts she was lined up. Some had already arrived, going through quarantine as they spoke no less. Her eyes flashed, along with a subtle curve to he lips as she made little mention of an item she was personally looking forward to. Before picking up her cup of tea and sipped gently.
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This was something. She knew of the area? "About half an hour's walk, actually. And yes, you could consider it a 'cottage.' But we do have running water, electricity. It is two stories above ground with an attic and cellar." He shrugged and picked up his own tea, quite aware of her admiring eyes. Among those he had met in Gotham it was nice to meet a fellow non-American. Nice even to share stories of home.
He nodded as he set down his tea and tucked in once more to enjoy part of their meal. "I do understand a zen-state. It is much of what I thought my childhood home to be like. I still return to my parent's house often. The business cannot run alone on their own thriftwork." Not to say his parents didn't do well, as did his sister, but he had asserted a certain flair over the business. And he did remind himself that every minute away was furthering the reach of their wares. Mentally he made a check to revisit the area of the Dead Sea. It did sound quite zen.
"My sister does help mother with the books. And motivating other sources as well." He had to laugh at that one. She was a wiz with numbers as good as he was with people. And it worked. "We can drink to whichever deity you care to worship. I am not partial, Zahira." He offered with a smile.
"The tea is fantastic. The food is fresh. Something I would not expect in a city." But he was eating it and his brow raised. Was there something wrong in how he was eating?
Nodding after another sip of his beverage he flipped a hand over. "It is more busy. For my family, the evening meal was more central. But that is due to working most of the day, starting early morning with the sun. A light but nourishing break was taken mid to late morning for us as well. But we worked hard, and enjoyed it as such. But yes, the United States are busy, but not in a way I found unpleasant. My own work never ceases so it bothers me little, I must say."
As she touched on the history he nodded, curious himself as to what, if anything his friend could do. Then again, Alexander found most things of use, and would probably do good with it, if he, Marc, himself could not.
After their fingers touched he withdrew his hand and followed her to where many brouchers were. Taking the ones she proffered, he smiled, flipping one open with his fingers to scan as she spoke on. And then they were sitting again, his own attentions briefly locked on what she was saying, as well as the new exhibits and attractions. "It seems I might have to come back for return visits." He looked over the paper at her sipping her tea. "If that would be alright with you?"
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Aug 4, 2015 1:29:34 GMT -5
It was most pleasant, sitting here and almost feeling like Zahira was having an genuine conversation. Well, least it was beginning to feel as such, Zahira couldn’t truly know. Who ever really could? People could wear so many many masks. Just one of the reasons Zahira would be on guard, but it felt harmless talking really about harmless things. Least they seemed harmless. Marc seemed, mostly harmless and layered. Quite layered, it nice really to just listen. Although, yeah Zahira had to admit she was aware of his location in France. To true personal point of view? No, but like anyone curious about the world, Zahira wasn’t without complete knowledge. Zahira was quite fascinated and even more so as Marc spoke more deeply from his own account. A personal account would always mean more than any text or films could ever truly say… There was an almost disbelief smile to Zahira’s lips as Marc mentioned it was only a half hour walk to the chateau. It was practically on his doorstep… What a place. What a sight… What history. Standing in places that… Zahira’s eyes wandered ever so gently in thoughts fit. Rich in history. A feeling not so often shared. ”Surrounded by all that history. Culture. Greenery. I’m sure you are filled with memories of a lifetime… I have been in contact, but never truly seen the Chateau. I must confess I’m partially jealous. With over two million artefacts, simply their iron age collection alone is something to marvel at… Did you find anything to marvel at?” Zahira asked, leant in slightly unaware. She was open to hearing about some of the goods. Professionally. Personally. Least Zahira assumed he visited frequently, as it would be something she would have done and wouldn’t mind doing one day. Of course there were many museums in the world. Many places. Only one life. With an elbow on the table, Zahira rested her chin upon her hand, as she brought her tea cup up to her lips with the other. Taking a soothing sip, before placing the cup down. Slowly picking up her fork again. She made a small amused smile at Marc detailing a ‘Cottage’. Somehow she’d always expected Cottages to have water and power, if not at least most of them. Sure heritage listed, but modern fitted enough to live in… Then suppose she could be wrong. ”Do they not usually have water or power? I always expected they would… Housing is so different in Egypt!” Zahira curiously asked, before adding and remarking housing was different. Sure there were houses, but many lived in apartments. With a slight flash of her eyes, it was quite different in general. ”Well, it certainly sounds a wonderful home. Beautiful and grand!” Zahira concluded more positively in regard to Marc’s family home. What a thing. Undoubtedly he cherished it, even being oceans away.
Eating more of the salad and even picked a little bit at the scone. It was unusually that even now it felt zen like in a way, as Zahira listened to Marc speak. Calming in a way she didn’t expected and wasn’t entirely sure it was a good thing. Unusual was often unusual for a reason. A reason she was not seeing right now. Even causing her to smile in the familiarity. Nodding gently as he spoke more about his home. Her dark eyes shined a little, as her own home once upon a time as been zen, most of the time. Her father wasn’t always there as she probably had preferred it, but it was a gently. Nice. Good home. Her mother was always there, much like Zahira, she was a quiet woman. Quite independent. Which wasn’t often expected in a woman in Egypt, slowly more and more that had changed. It still wasn’t anything like it was here. Also like mother, Zahira was also very much valued her work. So it wasn’t surprising at all, that Marc would return and still be involved. Its not something, you just walk away from. ”You like keeping a hands on, whilst chances of spreading the business further… It is quite a feat…” Zahira offered her respect for how in-depth Marc was in his family business. Not just in France, but everywhere else he had sort to take it. ”Suppose Gotham has its Zen ways… It just rarer to find… Makes it more… Meaningful in a way!” Zahira added with pause to thought, as if in glimpses. Maybe she had seen it. Felt it, but she had still not found the peace she was looking for. She didn’t even know what it was exactly, but something was here.
Picking more at her salad. Before another sip of tea. Listening. His sister was perhaps more into the financials. Numbers. Catching the laugh, but it seemed a more inside laugh. Making Zahira feel she should assume, she didn’t exactly like assuming. ”She doesn’t care much for the travelling?” Zahira curiously asked, wondering his sister did not share in his sense from travel, well least for business, vacation was another thing. Something Zahira honestly didn’t know much about. Picking up her cup again. Paused with a smile from her darker lips. That was quite an offer. She was often surrounded by so many, though she believed in much of her work, she also had her own beliefs… They were a little more tightly in her chest… ”Oh, there is so many I am surrounded by daily, but suppose going by right now… ” Zahira shared, mostly references being a curator surrounded by so many artefacts and myths of so many Deities. Pharaohs. Zahira paused briefly to think of which maybe fitting right now. ”How about… Thoth… God of wisdom, or if you are more familiar with Greek. He is comparable to Hermes!” Zahira offered Thoth often depicted with the face of an ibis, knowing at one point the Greeks combined him to Hermes. They were similar. Hermes was also particularly a god of travel and trade, seemed only fitting given the topic. Topped with wisdom, well so far, as her eyes looked over Marc. Offering the cling of her cup to his, in some format of a cheers. That was how they did it right? Before she took a sip in the name of Thoth. Hermes. Hermes Trismegistus. ”Gotham can be surprising… It is a nice place!” Nice gym, Zahira’s eyes wandered as she commented. For someone that hadn’t even stepped inside a gym before coming to Gotham, she was pleasantly surprised. Sure she could wish for more sand. Sun, but all this meant she didn’t need to be out in the cold. The snow. Not that she couldn’t completely bare it, but this was preferable. Plus, yeah food. Zahira did blush slightly at his eye brow raised, there was not so much wrong about how he was eating, than she was not used to the company. That was a little bit odd. Not in a bad way. Least not yet.
Yet still Zahira found herself still listening and not just because she should. Or she was just going with it. She was actually intrigued. Suppose as much as she thought she knew about France, there was certainly room for it to be different for others. Zahira’s family alone lived not exactly traditional to most in Egypt, but Marc’s certainly seemed with upmost peace. ”It sounds lovely!” Zahira spoke convincingly with a added warm smile. Mentioning of hard work. Zahira smiled knowingly. ”Well, when your work is your expertise, its easy to be wrapped into it, I suppose… I can’t say I’d have it any other way, but then I don’t know any other way…” Zahira confidently and simply spoke. Wrapped up, but not caught u[. Zahira was exactly where she wanted to be, but sure it was a delight when work slipped on a glove. In a way, but as she could admit lightly she didn’t know her life really any other way. If she wasn’t working, she like she had been now, training or finding some sort of quiet time. Not exactly play time. She was as she was right now, reserved in a lot of ways in her life, but it was easy to see her enthuse in work. As she was happy to point out and offer as much enlightenment of the Museum. Using the brochures before them, to help make it clearer. It was rare to find genuine interest sometimes, but it was nice when you could find it. So it was certainly an added bonus he was suggesting return visits, there were a lot to see… She paused mid going for another sip as he asked if that was alright with her? Was she suppose to take that another way, she wasn’t entirely sure, but she expected she was. ”Of course. We welcome and encourage history enthusiasts… I can’t promise I can always offer my time, there are other curators and guides, but I am often there. My exhibit isn’t hard to find!” Zahira warmly encouraged, professionally as that was naturally easy for her, but she could certainly enjoy the company when one is interested. That was one of the times when her job was fun, when she didn’t appear to be a know it all or a bore with a rotating door of knowledge on something that many wouldn’t think would even matter today. Why bother? Why not bother? ”If you are familiar with the french colonial empire… Perhaps, you’d be willing to share and discuss on one of your visits? I’d love to know to more!” Zahira asked, offering perhaps a history trade and genuinely she was just curious to know more. It was a fascinating period and around the time when Dumas’ stories sprung. Zahira then sipped her tea, before picking more of her salad and still very much at peace. As odd as that was and how she was coming comfortable with it.
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Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Aug 21, 2015 1:35:30 GMT -5
"There are so many ways to discuss history, dear Zahira. . . One can see it as mere facts, dates, artifacts. Some might see them as stories of empires and nations, one can see it as the story of men and women in desperate stands. When I think of the Colonies, I think of a history of good intentions turned dark. Of men seeking to hide themselves in the corners of the world, far away from civilization, to hide from their regrets, to hide from their problems, and in the end to hide from themselves in drink and death. To die and be reborn in l’espirit d’corps of a Foreign Legion, to die and seek death and not know why. To kill and to civilize without ever being civilized themselves. To hope that by changing the world they could ignore the depravity in their own soul.
In many ways it is like a modern time, where ideals come into harsh conflict with reality, and where those who hope for the best must stand in conflict with those who wish only to remain in decadence, hidden from the eyes of God and from themselves as well."
He had to smile at her kind ways, her words. How she moved. "Some people," he paused, mulling over the word. "Seem to assume that if one lives in a cottage, in greenery, that modern amenities are lacking. I tend to err on the side that most are not aware of what is merely outside their own homeground."
She honed in on what he had been found in Gotham. A lack of zen, of keen areas that were simple, that grounded one's soul, even. When he was with Alexander, he was able to grasp those few moments, as he was tied to a time that was less emotional, and more fulfilling. But being within a bustling city always caused the nerves to be more than frayed and attentions to be pulled in more than one direction. And often.
Having reclaimed his tea, his hands were cradling the mug as his sister was brought up once again. His rather serious features were once more softened, as he thought of her. "She prefers to stay within France's border, perhaps skipping across it here and there to holiday. But she is closer to our parents. And she has a lover that has deep roots in the city as well."
And her sister's paramour was a good man. So he had little to worry about in that. And he was happy for her. Genuinely. If only he could reclaim that happiness once more, and shed her views of him being wistful. Lost. Adrift. He buried himself in work and he was more than fine with that lifestyle.
"It seems we are both of the same line. In our respective fields, we live, breathe, and are consumed by our lines of work, our passions of the heart." And he so wished he had a depth of understanding more of history beyond what little he had paid attention to in his University years.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Aug 27, 2015 9:21:22 GMT -5
That was quite a peculiar thing. Dear Zahira! As Zahira listened to him speak and sat wondering what exactly had prompted him to say that. Half feeling he was sitting her down and telling her a bedtime story, but yet it didn’t have the same flair to had it been her father. Nor so much as if put at the start of the letter, not that she had much of those either… No, there was the touch. The sense of comfort behind it, least from his side. Zahira needn’t see further than taking a peak. A feel of beats his pulse. His heart gave off. Settling, though there was spikes as she least could attest he was speaking literally from the heart and that he was also comfortable with her. To flow with her in conversations. In perhaps tales of history as Zahira flickered a smile of ease. Whilst she couldn’t quite shake the feeling, that if for what ever reason she was to spring her teeth before him. That he got a closer sense of the cold blood pumping through her veins, his comfort may not be so forth given… Yet, it was just a thought… A thought for now. For he knew her as little as she knew him…
Although she sure didn’t expect him going so in-depth with his words, she’d simply expected to discuss the museum at the Chateau in its current array, not the Chateau itself, but she was open nonetheless. She was use to people getting carried away, heck even she could on more than one occasion, but she most often kept objective… ”Thats the beauty of history, you really can get however much you want… Whether its just scratching at the surface or if you wish to go deeper… It is endless…” Zahira commented simply, not so much knowingly but she saw so many different interests as she did faces each and every other day. ”Colonial, is not my forte, but in a lot of cases throughout history it is people making choices. Good or bad and seeing how they live with the consequences of those choices… In ways we can learn and grow from the knowledge, we are just as capable of making choices. Making mistakes…” Zahira lightly chimed in, Colonial wasn’t her forte, but she was always interested to know more about any history, but as Marc could remark the struggles in colonial, in history in general. Even comparing it to day. Zahira could be objective in her response. Sure there was more to it than just choices. Some even life and death, but she knew from experience it was best to view History only so deeply. For as much one may know of a time gone, do we know it entirety? How do we truly know what we would do or not do? But the one thing was for sure, there was centuries of humans. Living. Learning. Just as humans did now, that was more or less that was how Zahira saw it. Least the comparison of past and present. ”Of course there is always fascination of knowing where we ourselves fit in the linage of history. Where we came from? Where we’re going? And of course how we intend to leave our mark… Whether its nothing. Something simple. Or as vast as immortality!” Zahira added, though she was sure it wasn’t anything already known or said before. Least within it, she least hinted at wanting to know where she had come from. Her family. The history. Immortality it was a common thing sort throughout history. Zahira had looked out her windows so many times, even as a child. With pyramids and tombs alike, she couldn’t entirely dismiss it was possible… Not that it was exactly something she sort out, just commented…
Zahira could loosely smile at the comments of the modern time, as she wasn’t entirely sure she was as good with it as with the history, but she was here. Rolling with it. Yeah, maybe only see could find the amusement tin that. Sipping her tea in amongst the talk of history. It was in her life daily. Ran through her blood literally… ”Suppose, you could say they certainly knew how to go all out in the French Colonial period… From the buildings. The fashions… It was a good period for opera!” Zahira then chimed a little in, commenting briefly upon the Colonial period. With a slight lightness to her voice, maybe even a touch of amusement, as well she least could say she knew the brightness of there period. That was probably putting it lightly. It was sure a large reason the financials of the country eventually went through the roof, from all the expenses. Not that Zahira was overly admitting they were of her taste. Big hair and large hipped dresses were perhaps beyond her, but sure she could appreciate the art of it all, least the classical music. Particularly Beethoven, though not french, he was from that era…
Picking and eating at her salad. She sure caught his smile, but she didn’t greatly blush to it. She was half getting use to his mild demeanour herself… It was in a way comforting, not that Zahira was overly sure that was a good thing, but she was going with it… For now… ”Some, but not all!” Zahira responded to his words with a gentle curve to her lips. ”I’d never expected it to be disconnected from the modern, though would certainly picture the cottage. The greenery. To be peaceful and serenity!” Zahira wasn’t suggesting she couldn’t be off the mark or wrong, but as her dark eyes lightened a little with how she had imagined his world, it wasn’t from what it may or may not be lacking. Pausing between her salad and her tea. ”Egypt isn’t without its own patch of greenery, but it is sure vastly different with majority living in apartments and usually the more wealthy living in singular homes.” Zahira offered, shared a little in regarding the differences of what living was like in Egypt. Well, the housing, it may be a slightly different conversation if they were to discuss more regarding of lifestyle. Egypt wasn’t so behind, but in ways they had a lot of ways to go. ”Modern amenities aren’t entirely lacking either, though I don’t think there is always a necessity. I’ve sure spent many fulfilling days lost in sand and tombs.” Zahira commented and suggested, though vastly briefly at her own experience lost in the history. The landscape. Although she wouldn’t entirely see it as lost, a part from a few occasions. As a slight. Faint motion came at her eyes and her lips lightly sipped at her tea cup. Her dark eyes ever so mildly flickered to him… ”It would seem we are both at a lose of greenery and sand in Gotham… In its own way as the city develops and grows, it does change… It just isn’t the same as when the sand not only shifts, but entirely changes the landscape… I do in a way… Miss that!” Zahira enlighten in comparisons and that of the city to sand dunes. As her dark eyes could almost flick at the many experiences she had. She took a short pause, before she then took another deep warm sip of her tea. Zahira couldn’t really know if Marc knew of sand dunes or even a desert to really understand what that was like… Somehow maybe it was like running down hills and fields of greenery… And poppies. She wasn’t entirely sure why she imagined poppies. Remembrance? Maybe? She smiled warmly, whether knowingly or not.
There was a slight shiftiness in his features again, that Zahira herself could at least take as genuine as he had offered. When the conversation took to his sister. His family. Zahira could be enlightened that despite he was oceans away, his family was close. That family still mattered… Part of Zahira wished she could talk about her family, that she still had family left to even talk about, but that was after all why she was in Gotham. Least that was what she convinced herself. ”She’s happy with the more quiet and settled life! She sounds lovely!” Zahira responded looking at Marc purposely and yet also past him, taking at least what she could from what Marc had said about his sister, in some fond way it made her think of the way her mother had lived… ”You seek a more adventurous route?” Zahira questioned and would have deducted from all he had told her so far. Particularly from the sense of travel, her father was quite the adventurous soul as Zahira herself could be. She could really be a bit of both, not that she was greatly voicing that right now, just feeling it… It was still sweet to see the devotion in Marc for his own family’s happiness… Zahira smiled as Marc conducted they were still very much deep in their lines of work, offered a slight knowing nod… Well, she had two lines of work, but they in more than one way crossed. ”When its also my history… It hardly even feels like work sometimes, but when I’m not working, I’m working out. Can’t say I exactly know how to turn it off… I wouldn’t think I’d want to…!” There was a little insight shared, well least a little as to why Zahira was at the gym, as she smiled gently. She didn’t exactly have a down time, mostly she didn’t even have the time, but really she didn’t know it any other way. Sleep in itself was a hard thing to find, but after so many years, the complaints ceased to even remotely matter. This was the path. The choices she had made. Least this far!
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Marc Dahlmaine
A merchant of bottled amnesia for people thirsty to forget.
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Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Sept 11, 2015 3:08:44 GMT -5
"I agree, I do wish I had paid much, much more attention in my formative years. Instead I chose to dwell on other, more extraciricculiars. And being a business major, there was not as much history as there was numbers and ledgers, comparisons and statistics. Which in one way, are a history of sorts, but not one of which is rich in culture. Numbers are so cold, while a person can have such life breathed into them." He was quiet a moment as he took in his morning. A swim, turned into a rather intimate discussion with fascinating company. Gotham seemed to be a bit more expansive than most coastal cities. It had quite the slice of life with people from all walks it seemed. And that was perfectly fine with him. He spoke to people for a living.
As she spoke of choices he continued to take a bite here and there, and to sip at his own tea. Choices. Life really did come down to that. Right, or left. Up, or down. To act, or to not act.
"And even in not choosing, we are making a choice. So few seem to be able to envision that move as a step in their own path." Nodding as she effortlessly brought the conversation to touch upon immorality, he straightened his back in response. "I do not know what I would be able to do with such time. To outlive loved ones. To experience all there was in the world twice over." Blinking, he looked at Zahira and really saw her. Perhaps she had a rich family history beyond just farming fruit. She had spoken somewhat of her mother and being in the same field. Nodding to her opera comment, he had to crack a faint smile. He had been to one or two in his lifetime. Not his favorite pasttime in music, or in theatre, but an interesting one to say the least.
"You tell me much of Egypt. But do you have family? Siblings? You mention your mother, but what of your father, or even grandparents?" She sought to know more of this quiet, yet verbose women who moved with such intricate motions. She seemed to be an oft overlooked flower, that few reached for and perhaps even glanced at from afar. A pity.
Laughing as his sister was brought up once more. "Emmie...my sister. She is not one to take things quietly. She is ever on my case, once again, to get married. To be happy. She may lead a 'quiet' life by some-as she travels, but not far, but she meddles. She is one to act as a surrogate parent, to call and text and worry me in such ways that I wonder if she was ever my younger sister, and always a second mother!" Laughing, he sought to set his tea down as he didn't care to waste a drop in his laughter.
"I seek...many things. I became restless, and my work offered and afforded me to meet that need in travel. That is how I find myself in Gotham, with wandering feet to bring me to many a person, selling my wares as if I were a wandering man peddling oil or some other trinket." Once his hand steadied once more, he could take up his beverage again.
"Working is never work when you find joy in it. And neither is pushing the body, when you are able to reap the benefits from it. Do you indulge in any other activity other than swimming? I run when I do not feel the call of the water. Or I have been known to climb. Rocks, walls, you name it." He grinned again.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Sept 24, 2015 4:03:44 GMT -5
It was perhaps the beauty of a social moment, that was quite rare for Zahira, was simply conversation. Which for the most part Zahira wasn’t exactly as relaxed as others would be. She wasn’t the most forth coming, she was quite content in listening and observing. Just as she was now listening to Marc speak of his ‘formative years’, living his life and particularly education. To which Zahira wasn’t entirely sure why that would cause regret or guilt. Was this what they call, wanting and trying to impress? He wanted to feel, to know the knowledge she had for history? Her embedded passion for it? If that was what it was, Zahira would feel no need. Envy could be a killer. Forcing interest, just isn’t natural… ”I wouldn’t feel regret for living nor for getting an education… There may not be a lot of history in business, but you certainly have the ability to create history…! More often than not, history finds you, than it is the other way around…” Zahira pressed lightly, she wasn’t one to tell how someone how they should feel, its really none of her business and she really couldn’t know if she’d care that much, but she could have somewhat of an opinion. Whether or not its taken is completely up to the other person. Whilst she was passionate about history, it wasn’t the end all… ”It depends on what you mean by numbers… Because they also can mean population! Without it, we’d be singular or nothing!” Zahira humoured with her comment on Marc mentioning numbers, well perhaps slightly dark humour, as she smirked lightly. Despite in reality she was rather quite content with the singular, but perhaps that was a security thing.
Choices. Sort of in the same vain as to why Zahira was here, right now. Because she chose to, even if she somewhat questioned why, she’d so far hadn’t regretted it. Of course, the tea, the salad and the scone didn’t hurt either. Perhaps on some plain she could admire his eyes, but she wasn’t in the most comfortable stage to be looking into them for that long, not yet. Why? You never know when prince charming is hiding to trip you up and she wasn’t looking to be tripped. She nodded and smiled as he effortlessly added about choices. Particularly in not choosing. ”Do you find yourself not choosing?” Zahira curiously asked, as if by chance he had said it also from experience. Zahira breathed a humble smile and almost soft sound at Marc’s reaction plus words about immortality. Between lingering sips at her tea. ”Well, in the literal term, I guess I’d suggest to learn as much as I could, but I don’t think immortality is always literal… I’m surrounded daily by an ancient world seeking to live beyond their time. Have they not? From tombs to pyramids… Even if I say Cleopatra, you probably have some impression or knowledge of whom I speak… Is that not in some way breathing life? Immortality?” Zahira detailed lightly, not dismissing literal immortality, but suggesting that immortality didn’t just mean physically living forever. Suppose it could also be called glory, but to Zahira it walked hand in hand. Not just in Ancient Egypt, but she just accounted that because she knew prominently of course. Not that this was at all protesting this was of her desire, she wasn’t immortal either as far as she was aware, but it was a desire seemingly observed throughout history of others… Zahira light picked at her salad again, between another sip of her tea and feeling quite intimate. As far as she didn’t find herself as aware of their surroundings… Well, not until Marc seemingly started to question, particularly her family. Her past.
Zahira didn’t backtrack greatly in her demeanour, she still conveyed as much of calmed appearance, save maybe the slight timbered look from her gaze and pauses in thought. That could just be mistaken as simple nerves and shyness. There had been briefly a tad smile at the mentioning of her talking about Egypt, well that was a lot easier and it still existed. With the lasting of her pause, she broke with a fine sip to her tea… ”Yes, I had a family!” Zahira said softly, but without hesitation. It was how it was, whether or not it would govern more insight depended on how much Marc may grasp on the use of past tense. ”No siblings!” Dead or alive, as far as she knew so she’d say that confidently… However she was sure she had mentioned her father a little bit already, but not in such great detail. ”My father was from Gotham as I’ve mentioned, he also had an interest in history, though his interests often took him far beyond Egypt… He was an archaeologist and became a professor. He taught at a university in Cairo for a time.” Zahira briefed in relation to her father, suppose between her parents, it was natural for her to be in the position she was… Ironically on both sides, though she needn’t share about the crime fighting history in her family… ”No grandparents that I know of!” Zahira was somewhat hesitant to say that, but it undoubtedly the truth. She never really knew much about her father’s part of the family. Thus she was here, but that was perhaps a little personal to just hand out. Her grandparents on her mother’s side had passed… There was no family alive, Zahira knew… Well, apart from an aunt. Her mother’s sister, but she could count the many times she’d seen her on one hand. Marc didn’t need to know about her, Zahira didn’t exactly want to explain why.
Whilst continuing to pick at her salad again, Zahira was certainly content at hearing about his sister… ”Emmie… That is a nice name… Is it short for anything?” Zahira commented almost as if briefly she was speaking her mind, suppose names were a little more exotic where she was from, Emmie seemed to stand out, as did Marc! Pinching more lettuce on her fork and delighted in the freshness as Marc detailed on Emmie’s quiet life, but pressed that she wasn’t exactly quiet with her voice? Suppose this was a sibling rival thing, however Zahira did take into account Marc’s humorous reaction to it… ”Overly caring by the account! I take by your reaction, you are not greatly bothered that she does meddle?” Zahira asked with a warm smile, noting his laughter and whilst he may be somewhat annoyed by the behaviour, it didn’t appear he’d cut his ties with his sister. It least certainly seemed a very comforting relationship between siblings, family no doubt… ”So, I take from what you say of possibly marrying again… You were married once before?” Zahira casually wheeled it back to that little nugget Marc had dropped, not wanting to pry or assume greatly, she just kept her question simple. Though she could see how travelling could have disrupted that, if that was what happened, but Zahira was really grasping at straws. So it was best to ask than simply guess. Of course as Marc then went on to speak about what route he was trying to find and take, it sure could probably add to it. Zahira was sort in the middle of quiet and adventurous. Somehow she imagined had she not been bitten. Had the snake not weaved with her, that she would have lived a generally quiet life, save maybe exploring tombs, but she’s probably have less reason to go as far as she had. Luckily Zahira didn’t play so much in the what if. Her life was what life was. When she was in work, she was generally quiet, just not in the settling sense so much. Zahira nodded in response to Marc seeking ‘many’ things. ”I’d imagine you do… It is a long way home if it was just to pitch a sale!” From the slight look and pause at his words, he probably wasn’t going to fish them out and Zahira couldn’t say she wanted him too. Least not now, but if he was here for anything that wine… Well, it was a long way to come for just that. As Zahira warmly smiled, with a hint of humour. For she’d hoped. She’d be sure his selling pitch be better than peddling oil. Not that she would doubt his passion, that was a personal level kind of thing. ”I sort of like it in between… Quiet… Adventurous!” Zahira expressed with a move of her dark eyes, though didn’t exactly elaborate from that and then also sipped at her tea.
Her hands cupped around the still warm ceramic, as Marc spoke the joys of work not really being work and the benefits from being one with your fit body. Those were certainly two things, she could definitely agree with and probably couldn’t say it better. As she breathed in the warm aroma from her cup, as if she wasn’t already comforted enough… Of course as Zahira listened on, it did appear they did also share in some activities. ”I do… Run. Hike. Bike. Climb. Paddle boarding. Meditate. Dance… Outdoor activities mostly, that aren’t as fun to do when its below zero… In doubt I can just fill in the time, by sweating it out in the sauna…!” Zahira listed what sprung to mind she did most of, as she sort of floated back and forth between varies activities, apart from swimming of course. Although they weren’t as easy to do obviously when Gotham was covered in snow. Not that she couldn’t force herself to face the cold, she’d had a few ice baths in her time, but it certainly still wasn’t the most comfortable doing when it was so bitterly cold. Thus of course she was here. It was warm, or if she wasn’t here, she’d just sweat it out in her sauna. Well, she still would in hotter days as an addition to her activities. What could she say, she enjoyed the hot weather… Suppose being from Egypt, would seemingly be the excuse. ”Where do you climb? I’m always in need of a better challenge.” A certain highlight of her activities was climbing, not just because it had become somewhat easier for her. So she was curious to know more of where Marc had climbed. Perhaps he may have found somewhere in Gotham she hadn’t yet, although maybe he was still too new to the city. Zahira then sipped the warm tea she had cupped in her hands. Swirling it a little as it seemed it was at the slightly passed the half way point and even with the talk, Zahira could almost find herself itching to go work out more. Maybe in a short while!
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Marc Dahlmaine
A merchant of bottled amnesia for people thirsty to forget.
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Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Oct 19, 2015 1:49:15 GMT -5
The insights she was giving him was quite refreshing. He was used to hearing a lot of 'no' couched in polite pleasantries. To actually converse with someone with no time limit, or ulterior motive was ...something else. He was just able to be himself, and share without judgement. It was an odd experience for the businessman. Clearing his throat he had to nod, toying with his cup of tea. Was there history in business? Yes to a degree, but not to the degree her own job was. Then again, he needed to get out of the comparative mindset he was usually in. "I may not be partial to history in the way you utilize it in your own work, but you are muchly correct. I create it in my own way. I like to think I am able to link those that appreciate certain things, with my family's lineage of winemaking, which that does have a history. My grandparents loved the land. My grandmother had urged my grandfather to plant, and to buy up parcels of land as they came free. That is how my family started their business. Piece by piece, some years yielding much fruit, others not so much. And the experimentation with barrels, aging, and what combination of grapes to utilize. I hear on the west coast of this country, that there is a region where they have copied many methods of my homeland region. Someday I may travel there to see such vineyards. But not today. Nor tomorrow. Probably not in several weeks or even months from now. Gotham has caught my interest and I do not wish to leave her."
He thoroughly had found himself enjoying the buzz of the city, the business and the day to day hum of what he was doing. He was much like a vagabond of years gone by with what he was doing, talking to any and everyone trying to sell his wares. It was a job that distracted him of many heartaches and a job that was truly engaging and time consuming. It was his choice and he was happy to do it.
The exotic, yet delicate woman before him was engaging. Captivating, enthralling. Even her dark touches now and again in her wording pulled him from his deeper reverie and rooted him back to the moment he was drifting from. Which was a high talent to pull him from his brooding at times. Blue eyes blinked back at her as he blanked out for a moment. Choices? Of course he took what he could when it was presented to him. He was master of his fate, no matter what it may be.
"I don't think I am capable of being passive in my own life. I have made the choice when presented always in my life. I appreciate the dynamic in life. The momentum. Growing up with my toes in the dirt has taught me patience in life as well as taught me to seize what I can when it crosses my path. But I do think you are correct. Even though such people as you mention-Cleopatra-" He grinned, raising his hand up as if to illustrate his point.
"While she has passed, many, many years before our time, the memory of her is kept alive, with her history that those such as yourself, I am assuming, have studied. And in studying such a woman and her life, and with what we are able to piece together, we keep her immortal through the years. Again, you seem to disarm me in such subtle ways. Immortality is not always literal as you have finely illustrated to me." Leaning back in his own seat his left hand raked through his hair, standing it on end somewhat. He really did need to see a barber about it. That was a minor thing he had not found time to attend to yet. Luthor was no help in that area, clearly.
As he questioned about her family he noticed the barely perceptible pause in her response. It wasn't in what she was saying, but more how she was turning her attentions to her food, before responding. He didn't bother to push her, or fill the quiet with needless words. Nodding to her admission she was an only child, he hoped to encourage her to continue if she so felt inclined. A laugh came unexpectedly as things were now knitting themself together. Of course she would be a student of history with a father such as her own! It was sad there were no other grandparents. He for a time had known his own before their own passing.
"Emmie is short for Emilie. Different spelling than with the 'y' as I see often here in the States." Shrugging as he grinned thinking of his short, dark-haired sister with her mouth quick to smile or frown he nodded. "She is my sister and I love her dearly. She is free to meddle in my life to her heart's content. And not many people in my life have such free range over me. She does, and can, and will until my dying breath." He guffawed, shaking his head once more before drinking more of his tea. He wasn't quite sure how much she had remaining in her own cup without being rude and glancing at it, but if need be, he was more than willing to get them fresh tea for their conversation. As she mentioned, quietly about his marriage he nodded. "She was the love of my life. Still is, to a degree. We met in my university, well, our university years. We were together as lovers before we married. And then we parted. Due to my own faults, I admit. I wish she is happy in her life." And knowing that she had up and left, due to his own anger and jealousy issues made him grit his jaw. He was at fault, but he still could not forgive her for just leaving him. Or him for being so angry at her wish for freedom with him, before it had turned into freedom without him.
Quietly the conversation was turned again, much like a river winding through prairie grass. "I deal daily with engaging with people. So when I do have the time, I like to spend it alone. A bit like yourself maybe. I like to escape in a good book, sometimes photography, which I sadly have not done as much in this beautiful, varied city as I would like. Too much work!" Shaking his head, he thought of his own darkroom back in France, where he would lose himself for hours in his work, just like he did with his wine. "You seem to share many of the same hobbies I do as well, and you do not shy away from more of the 'extreme' sports as well! I have found near the Northern part of the city there is a not quite sheer cliff face that I have heard climbers seem to enjoy. Perhaps we could try it together?" He didn't want to seem pushy, but for her steadfastness in their conversation, she seemed to have a strong spark deep within her. And another willing soul to pair up with on rock climbing did entice him.
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