Topic: The Pursuit of all things Splendiferous

Ilztyn · Date: 2007-10-08 16:06 EST

The sunlight bleeding through rustic, rope-lined bamboo shades stung the drow's sensitive eyes. A weary glance to the nightstand on the left side of his queen-size. It was already one in the afternoon. With a groan Ilztyn managed to untangle himself from the cotton sheets and make a somewhat staggering attempt to locate his shower. A hand with skin black as pitch rose to cover a yawn before he shed his loose-fitting sleep pants and slid through the glass door into a room covered in hand-painted tiles.

As the hot water brought him back into the land of the living all thoughts drifted to the night before. A mixture of alcohol and loud music came crashing back into thought, but more importantly there was the silhouette of the most dazzling woman he had ever shared a dance floor with. And they had spent the entire evening lost in the moment. Ilztyn smiled to himself at the recollection.

The drow slipped from the shower and moved to dry himself with a renewed sense of purpose. He had a particularly fine designer suit in mind for today's ventures. A tan blazer and matching trousers paired with a slightly unbuttoned shirt of white. The simple silk handkerchief of faded cerulean in the jacket pocket. Within half an hour's time the drow had his hair pulled back and his suit in perfect condition. A cup of coffee was at his lips and a newspaper tucked under his arm as he moved for the elevator in the upscale New Haven complex where he lived.

"Good morning, Mr. Hlarret." A chipper young woman who always looked quite lovely in her black and white uniform gave a timid smile to the drow as he moved to place his coffee cup on the tray near the front desk.

"And a good afternoon to you, Miss Marcy." Ilztyn attempted a dashing smile and it must have worked because the hostess's fair cheeks soon matched the hue of her coral lips. "Always a treat to see your smiling face when I wake on the weekends."

The part-time hostess was only able to work nights through the week as she attended one of the local academies. Without another word spoken Ilztyn breezed through the front door with his newspaper and began walking down the street at a comfortable pace and just enjoying the last fleeting moments of warm weather left in the year.

Ilztyn · Date: 2007-10-08 16:46 EST

This day would be devoted to a bit of fun and perhaps some casual adoration. Polished leather shoes pressed against the perfectly paved sidewalks leading through the labyrinth of streets around New Haven. Indigo eyes peered into shops on either side along the way, but the starstruck Ilztyn had his sights set on the upscale boutique a mere four blocks from where he resided.

The Heavenly Boutique was run by a tenacious and breath-taking woman by the name of Koyliak Simon who seemed to be of elven descent. The drow knew that this woman's designs were considered to be the epitome of high fashion around RhyDin. A little bell above the door rang out its cheery song as the gentleman strutted through with his gaze still lingering on a few evening gowns in the window. One of the seamstresses, too plain to be Koy herself, rose and gave the man a smile. Ilztyn returned the gesture and moved forward to introduce himself.

"Good afternoon. I was wondering if the lady elf was present today and if I might have a moment of her time." Ilztyn slid his hands into his pockets and waited near a white oak table sporting an assortment of fine lingerie.

The seamstress gave a nod and suddenly adjusted her stance to fit something more businesslike. "Of course, sir. Allow me to go and get her."

The drow nodded and then turned to inspect some of the rows allow the window. There were definitely several different aspects to the store. A line of dueling apparel for the active woman was off in the corner and some luxurious gowns meant for the multitude of formal events held in RhyDin were to his left. Ilztyn knew this place was best known for its custom work and it was just that which he intended to take advantage of today.

After a few moments the effortlessly graceful Koy made her way into the room. The drow shook her delicate hand and gave a bow of his head. He explained that he was searching for a cocktail dress of sorts for the Inn's illustrious owner. It was much to his advantage that not only did the woman know of the splendiferous whirlwind that was Kairee, but she could estimate her size within a mere inch. It helped greatly that the drow had a decent enough memory of holding her when dancing to give a fairly exact measurement of her proportions in his hands.

It was much to Ilztyn's delight that the elven woman happened to have created a dress for her upcoming spring collection that might be just the ticket. After agreeing on a length and general lay of the dress they shook hands and exchanged cards. Koyliak would phone him once the dress was completed.

The little bell rang again and Ilztyn moved smoothly back into the street to enjoy a leisurely Sunday afternoon.

Ilztyn · Date: 2007-10-08 17:53 EST

It was much to the drow's liking that, in the midst of his studies there upon the cherry wood desk of his apartment suite, the telephone began to ring. The familiar voice of Koyliak was music to pointed ears. A basic start of the dress had been completed and needed only to be altered down into the right size before being sent over to the Inn. A photograph of it was sent to the front desk of his building along with the bill. Ilztyn spoke a thousand words of praise to the woman before replacing the curved phone back onto its base. An ancient text on Eastern Tzun'gan dialects was abandoned as the drow moved towards his front door and the elevator beyond.

The aged mortal operator, Henry, gave a pleasant nod of his head to the drow as he entered the elevator. The two exchanged pleasantries very briefly and whenever the door opened on the first floor Ilztyn busted through as if the building was on fire. A charming smile to Marcy as he approached the front desk.

"Good evening, Miss Marcy. I believe there is a message for me here." The young woman pondered for a moment and then went to check his box. She had only arrived about a half an hour prior. Sure enough, she returned to the desk with some papers in her hand and one of them was most definitely written on expensive stationary.

"Will that be all Mr. Hlarret?" The trademark chipper smile of the young woman drew his attention from the mail. The drow gave a friendly smile and a nod in return.

"Yes, thank you, Marcy." Ilztyn didn't wait for a response. He took the stairs back up to his fourth floor suite.

Once Ilztyn was safely within his sitting room he opened the letter and took the pictures in dark fingers for inspection. The dress was perfect and Koyliak had taken the liberty of pairing it with shoes and a matching handbag. The finished product would reach Kairee's house by Wednesday.

Ilztyn · Date: 2007-10-14 13:24 EST

It had been nearly four days since Ilztyn had last spied that lengthy pair of perfect legs crossed over one another atop the Inn's countertop. Too much time had passed since he had the distinct honor of catching the scent of her hair flipping against her perfectly sloping shoulders. So, the weekend had arrived once more and he felt free from the toils of work. Indigo eyes drifted over to the Sunday paper on his intable. The bit about this Julien who fought for the splendiferous one's affections made him grin inwardly. Ilztyn knew there would always be competition for Kairee's affections. Still, he would lavish the time she allowed him to spend in her company.

Rising from the ivory and biege brocade loveseat he moved across his suit to the window. Perhaps another trinket was in order. The drow pushed ebony hands into the pockets of his eggshell pantsuit. He decided he would send the lady an invitation to dinner. Something private and yet very fun. It wasn't as spontaneous as he liked, but on occassion the need for planning ahead was hard to avoid.

Dark fingers curled around the old-fashioned handset on his phone. He called down to the front desk and was pleased to hear Miss Marcy's chipper voice on the other end.

"And a good morning to you, Marcy. I was wondering if you might do me the favor of making dinner reservations for two this evening at 950 East. Its in the New Haven listings." There was a pause on the other end as Marcy scribbled his directions down on a sheet of paper. She responded positively and then inquired as to whether or not anything else would be needed.

"Actually, I think I can take care of the rest. Thank you, Marcy." The two bid farewell and Ilztyn replaced the handset. He knew of a flower shop in Dragons Gate and decided he ought to pay them a visit before this evening. Ordinary flowers simply wouldn't do, but the drow had heard that this shop carried several magic-enchanced varieties of flora and thought that might be right up the magess's alley.

The drow took hold of his wallet and gave himself a quick glance in the mirror before moving for the door. A tune found its way, once again, to Ilztyn's lips and he knew that today just might be another in a long line of wonderful ones to come.