Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 3:45:30 GMT -5
Her eyes scanned the ledger, and their conversation turned to grapes. Her eyes of course mindlessly began to scan for any vintages that appeared in the shipments. Any form of spirit she could find from Sokokou suddenly became the focus of her search. Of course she noted something that appeared a form of spirits and when she saw something called, Rice Wine. Making alcohol from rice, sounds silly, but it must be interesting. Elisabeta licked her lips carefully to wet them as she breathed in the smell of the parchment. It was moldy and yet brought a sense of wonder to her as her gaze danced along the lines of script. The hands who had written the words was likely cramped from hours of checking notes from invoices and arguing with foreman.
What a fascinating existence!
"Making wine from rice, a fascinating concept. If fermentation can create wine from grapes and beer from barley, why not other grains," she muttered. Her hand then traced along one particularly long line discussing the importation of silk.
"What is silk made from?" she wondered aloud. Elisabeta eyes lit up as her mind roved for the answer, and she flipped a few pages and only found records. Rosebud lips frowned as she rubbed her jawline and sniffed at the lack of information. Of course they would control it with the commodity being so expensive. That was when perdictably she caught the tail end of what Lord Remy said to her. Questions falling from her mind as she slowly closed the ledger with a gently thud of its heavy cover. Then her body swiveled to face the Lord Blackthorne of Oria.
Few see through me thus and say it outright. How do I respond?
"You are correct Lord Remy, I wear a mask. All noblewoman must even where we have some power other than providing an heir to the family." She smiled and gave a feigned laugh.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" she then countered.
Remy Blackthorne
What a fascinating existence!
"Making wine from rice, a fascinating concept. If fermentation can create wine from grapes and beer from barley, why not other grains," she muttered. Her hand then traced along one particularly long line discussing the importation of silk.
"What is silk made from?" she wondered aloud. Elisabeta eyes lit up as her mind roved for the answer, and she flipped a few pages and only found records. Rosebud lips frowned as she rubbed her jawline and sniffed at the lack of information. Of course they would control it with the commodity being so expensive. That was when perdictably she caught the tail end of what Lord Remy said to her. Questions falling from her mind as she slowly closed the ledger with a gently thud of its heavy cover. Then her body swiveled to face the Lord Blackthorne of Oria.
Few see through me thus and say it outright. How do I respond?
"You are correct Lord Remy, I wear a mask. All noblewoman must even where we have some power other than providing an heir to the family." She smiled and gave a feigned laugh.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" she then countered.
Remy Blackthorne