(2018-04-30) More Edible Flowers
What's the flower again, the edible kind, not the non-edible variety?
raffiano 
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Summary:
Heading for the market, Raffiano happens upon Conte Vittorio di Necchi and his daughter, and heir, Signora Imogen di Necchi
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Hopefully only one flower that begins with an L grows in a watery environment …
imogen vittorio 

A good afternoon indeed, partially cloudy, but no threat of rain. A good spring day. It is such that Raffiano exits the Albrici Palazzo, a double door opened for the youngish noble by a guard or some servant, but otherwise on his own. He does wear a sword at his side, its his right to bear of course. His emblem certainly indicated he is out and about for the house by color and crest. He nearly skips out, as if destined to go somewhere. One hand to pick at teeth, he pauses outside. "What, what sort of flower was it," he talks to himself, the smile he had fades and he reconsiders. "Well, that won't do, I should write it down next time." Not realizing he was talking to himself. That forgetful moment it would seem, what was it. Did he have coin. He pats at his waist to seek purses, if any. Seeking that jinkgle that says he can afford whatever it is he forget he was setting out to do at least.

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Fine days bring out fine people it would seem! Such seems to be the blondes oppinion of things for she is out enjoying the sights with a man who looks to be her father. Fresh air is good for mind and body after all! But she's not so caught up in the day that she fails to notice the man who looks to be lost and confused. With a gentle pat to her companions arm she seperates and moves closer to speak to him. "Did you lose something important?" she asks worriedly, skipping over introductions for the moment

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Recently returned to Matora alongside his daughter, the Conte of middling years arches a blonde eyebrow when his heir breaks from him in favour of the young nobleman across from them. "Is all well, signore," he inquires, a little gruffly, straightening his posture to give a look that's only a touch disapproving at the swordsman's befuddled state.

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Another pat or two, there is a jingle. Whew money in tow, but Raffiano pauses in that memonet. A turn and a look, not familiar with the other two by face or coat of arms or anything. No nod of head given to the Conte in that moment. "Signora .. Signore," he grins, "I have, but its lost to my thoughts. The favorite flower of another." He sort of shrugs at the thought. "It was in the garden, but its name is lost to me." He does look back towards the gateway to the Giardini di Fiorni, indicated where he'd seen this flower. "I only know for certain, it is not the poppy. That is one a most inedible flower I am told." A pause, he might continue along, "You two are familiar with flowers, their properties and names and the like?" Clearly he is not.

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The blonde smiles warmly, though there is a glance given to her companion, a hand placed steadily on his arm, before she turns back to their new friend. What it might mean isn't clear though. "I am a little familliar yes, I don't deal with flowers directly, but crops and plants factor a great deal into my livelihood," she explains with a smile before snorting a bit at the mention of poppy. "So this is an edible flower then, might you describe it further for us?"

*

Vittorio's slightly distant demeanour to the situation continues: "The House di Necchi might make its income from grain and olives, but it does not do the work of farmers." There's a brief smile that barely touches his eyes, before he purses his lips. "I quite agree with my daughter. An edible flower that is not poppy doesn't say all too much about it."

*

A slight look between younger and older a moment. Raffiano squints an eye just slightly, he sort of nods his head just in case now, respect for the senior and his station. Still not sure what that station is, but the house identified there. "Ah, yes. I do understand most flowers should not be eaten, simply the poppy could be dangerous." He lowers his head again, then amends, "So I am told. This flower is perhaps not edible, but less dangerous if so ingested. Its sort of like." He scrunches his lips, "Pointed flowers, white and pink. It is on the pond, floating upon the water. That is the one I seek." Ah, a clue at least.

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"You mean a lily!" the declaration is rather strong, especially coming from one so pale, but it's clear she was simple caught up in the excitment of the moment of figuring out the answer, as she quickly slaps her hand over her mouth as a sheepish shade of pink colors her face, blue-gray eyes shifting from one man to the other. "Uh, apologies, it's…a lily, the flower you mean is a lily," she continues more softly

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There's a slightly sardonic laugh from Vittorio and he nods aimlessly at the two, "Please forgive my young daughter's outbursts," he says — and is only half-joking — before agreeing with the young lady. "Truly I can't think of many more flowers easier to put a name to than a lily," he shrugs and lets his lips turn upwards. "But where are my manners. Conte Vittorio Celestino di Necchi, my signore, and my heir, the lady Imogen."

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A grin at the outburst, as if Raffiano was good with such excitement. Young enough to not enjoy acting refined just yet. "Lily, that sounds right," nods Raffiano. Hopefully no one goes in to check his memory, there is a lotus in the pond too. He's settled on that flower now at least. "Signore Conte," he acknowledges the name, actually does offer a bow with his head at least. "A pleasure, Signore Imogen. I am Raffiano di Albrici." He looks back at the building he just left, his family crest is probably somewhere around there. "I did not mean to interrupt your walk with my bad recollection. I can only ask for foregiveness at this moment."

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Imogen shakes her head with a smile, though she studiously avoids looking at her father despite her good temper. "A pleasure to meet you Signore Albrici," she replies with a quick bob of her body in curtsey before waving her hand dismissively at the mention of interruption. "We have no destination, I simply thought to bring my father out to enjoy such fine weather, there is no forgiveness to ask," she assures graciously before giggiling softly. "Besides had we not stopped you may well have given your friend poison," she jests good naturedly

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"Ah, yes. Worry not, Signore Raffiano. It is always good to meet a fine young man of true Caroligio allegiance. And I contend with my daughter on the poison," and there's almost the hint of a joke… from Vittorio! "You know I am looking for a suitor for her," he says — not teasing, but his hawkish eyes meticulously studying the two for a split second before he moves on. "You are welcome to join our walk in the city, signore."

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A grin, and a chuckle to follow suit, from Raffiano, "Exactly that, I would not like to be accused of bringing the poison." Not that he's opposed to such an occurence, but clean hinds, clean mind and such. "No destination is the best sort for such a day as this. A slight pause, suitor. That forces a quick swallow from Raffiano. That sounds like serious business. "Well, I'm sure my brother would be all ears, he is Signore Conte di Albrici, Nicolo." Not to say to list him as a suitor but, if one were to want to ponder such things, best to speak at their level. It is above his pay scale so to speak. "I would be glad to join any time, but today it is limited. I have to find that flower if any merchant has it in town and secure it. It is good to see you two about, perhaps you will join the feast with Conte di Sebastino?"

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It's breif, but there's an exasperated flash to the young heirs eyes when her father tries to immediately set the two up, and she offers him a sympathetic smile as he tries to wiggle out of it. "I'm sure my father would be happy to speak with him reguarding possible suitors from your house Signore," she offers in her best diplomatic voice, doing her best to ease /him/ out of the direct line-of-sight of her indiscreet father. "I was not aware such a feast was occuring, my father and I only recently emerged from mourning, but I should be happy to attened should it be open to me," she agrees cheerfully

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"Ah, the Sebastinos." Vittore doesn't elaborate but cups his chin, "I'll inquire as to that. We are just recently returned to the city, after all," he nods with his daughter. "I suppose we shall be seeing you another time, but it's good to find another well-born acquaintance in the city. You have my goodwill, Signore Raffiano," and the Conte makes a great show of drooping his greatcloak as he bows.

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A slight grin at the way she brings her father back on the course, or glad he's not in the dicsussion of suitor for the moment. Raffiano nods his head again, "Signore Conte di Necchi, it is a pleasure, my thanks." And a turn to his daughter, "You as well, the city is better for your presence here Signora, be welcome. Be well, I shall let my brother know you may be seeking audiance with him." Just to be coridal and all, "Good day to you both." That said, he makes best to keep Lily in his mind, turning to head south towards the primary Piazza, and then head out to seek flower merchants if any have fresh cut flowers. Who know, he may get lucky.

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