A Second Meeting. [COMPLETE.]

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

“Well, I don’t feel bad about it,” Cailean reasons. Since that first meeting she’d have with that handsome young gentleman whom boasted a woman’s name, she’d taken to talking to that damned bird. Not that she hadn’t before, though she’d never truly had full conversations with the damned thing.

She’s not sure what had changed between herself and Gable, save for the fact that she saw the bird differently than she previously had. Sure, he was an ugly little thing, and perhaps there wasn’t any more to him than she’d previously thought, though there was no denying that the two had some sort of strange connection that afternoon. Cailean wouldn’t admit it, and she rarely thought it - beyond the idea of a joke - but, perhaps that dumb pigeon was her familiar. Perhaps with him around she’d be able to stir up actual predictions rather than the lies she usually touted.

Still, familiar or not, the girl treated the bird like a pet, short of dragging him home with her, and forcing the thing to sleep with her like some young pup. In fact, Cailean didn’t know where the thing spent it’s nights, she simply knew where he spent his days.

At Cailean’s shop.

Presently that bird was situated upon the tabletop within the back room, alongside Cailean, albeit Cailean was situated within a seat directly before the slightly rounded tabletop. Miss de Sable’s feet were kicked upwards with her slippers settled upon the lip of that table. Her knees were hitched upwards, and nudged towards her chest, with thighs left bare as the day she was born. That fabric she wore bound about her waist was shifted, and pressed to wedge carefully between her tanned legs. Despite leaving little to the imagination, Cailean seemed utterly nonchalant within that moment; reclining and simply speaking to her pigeon.

The girl sighs out softly, those blue eyes of hers flickering from the seemingly obedient bird, toward the empty seat across from her. What happened to that boy? Joscelin? While she hadn’t wanted to see him again, for fear of his accusing glances, she couldn’t help but wonder of him. And his mother. Was she still alive? What if she wasn’t? Truth be told, Miss de Sable wasn’t sure which was preferable. Sure, she didn’t wish his mother’s death, but, well, if she wasn’t passed then what did that mean for Cailean? She’d been positive of the woman’s fate, though if she were wrong… well, then Cailean may as well give up completely.

Perhaps it would be best.

“Don’t suppose you’ve seen him?” Cailean asks of the pigeon, whom simply looked up toward her dumbly. He coos then and gives a quick flutter to his feathers, before pecking at his wings, cleaning himself, or so Cailean believes, “That… Joscelin,” the bird stills for a moment, though nothing which could be implicative of anything, and with that he simply continues that preening, “Me either,” Miss de Sable murmurs with a knit to her brows, “Perhaps it’s best,” she agrees with the silent bird.

Cailean sighs out then, shifting to lean forth and press her elbows upon the lip of that lopsided tabletop, “Perhaps I should look into some other occupation,” the girl muses idly to the bird who, no doubt, would keep silent all the while. And Cailean was not disappointed. The bird blinks up at her, before settling back into place upon the tabletop. It’s wings tuck upon itself and it offers a wriggle to his backside before simply settling.

Cailean offers a grunt in reply to the birds actions before resting her face within cupped palms.

[Joscelin Trevalion]

Joscelin could recall his trip to the slums as if it had only been the day before. It had been a sobering moment of his life that had actually stirred a semblance of fear within him. He could recall the venture there and then the flight back to the castle which nearly left Aemon within the wake of the dirt and dust that Aquilon had kicked up. Aemon, though, made no complaint and had followed Joscelin without a word, and when they had arrived, Joscelin had said nothing as he had dismounted swiftly and tossed the reins to Aemon.

Joscelin had left the stables with a purposeful stride and had gone to his chambers to fetch his writing utensils; a desk full of various pigments, inkwells, pens and vellum. Then had scribbled a hasty note querying of his mother and the household staff of the Trevalion estate. By the time Aemon had arrived to Joscelin's room, he had been blowing the sand gently off of the missive and folding such before sealing it with wax and the seal of his house.

Aemon didn't ask a thing. He had only stood there and watched as Joscelin stepped over and handed him the letter. "Have a swift runner sent to Tulia. Pay him upfront and tell he'd be paid double when he arrives with a return message," Joscelin had told Aemon.

Now...Now Joscelin had the letter that had returned from the province of Tulia; from his household, even. He held the folded letter within his hands tightly and watched them tremble. He willed himself to calm and told himself that all was well. That within would be the cheerful banter of his foster mother all over again. That she'd tell him that the young women of the nearby village have missed him and his attention. That he should return soon and mayhap take a proper consort. That they were wonderful women that would tend to his every need.

Joscelin's thoughts were straying before he had frowned deeply and cut the seal across. Then Joscelin had unfolded the letter and his entire world crumbled. It was written within the steady hand of his steadfast seneschal. Within were the tidings of his lady foster mother Ysandre Vestrit, and the knowledge of her death caused by an illness. Joscelion couldn't stand then.

He felt the life run out of him and longed to melt within the Earth. Instead, Joscelin fell to his seat and settled there with the letter held tightly between his hands. He didn't know who to turn to then and there. In fact, Joscelin wasn't certain what to truly do. He had lived through his father's death, yes, but had not been as close to his father as he was with Ysandre.

Truth be told, Ysandre was the final remnant of his past life.

"My lord...?" Aemon questioned from nearest the door.

Joscelin found himself staring toward the hearth and the cleansing fire there. Yet, burning this letter will not rid of the ache within his heart. It would only fester. He felt the tears that longed to be shed but blinked them away and lifted a hand to his face. "Ready my horse," Joscelin uttered suddenly without explanation. Aemon, though, did not dare question him as he turned upon his heel and left Joscelin's chambers.

The ride to the slums was a quiet one and Aemon did not utter a word on the way. In fact, Aemon was only contemplative at most. When they had arrived Cailean's shop though, Aemon had begun to truly wonder over the news that Joscelin had received earlier that day. Yet, still, Aemon had stood his ground and uttered not a word as Joscelin dismounted and sauntered into the quaint establishment where the soothsayer lingered.

As Joscelin entered, he said nothing as he set down the open letter before the young woman.

Joscelin, though, looked heartbroken. If that was the word.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

“We’re not open!” Cailean calls out with a deep set scowl. Of course she was open, if she wasn’t she’d be at home, and no within this dingy and unkempt shop of hers. It’s more the fact that she didn’t want company within that moment, nor had she been expecting any. Though she supposes that’s one of the risks a woman runs with keeping the doors unlocked.

A small hand lifts upwards despite, and fingertips ruffle through the lazy coils of her hair. All the while she attempts to mentally prepare herself for another evening of pointless lying. Ah, well, a payment’s a payment, she supposes, and it’s not as though Cailean were exactly financially stable, not to mention the fact that she had an aging father to at least keep an eye on. Though to be quite honest, he wasn’t that much trouble to deal with. Cailean shifts forwards within her seat, then, motioning her legs from beneath the weight of her own body to touch her toes upon the bare floor.

Gable offers up an oblivious sort of coo toward Cailean, alongside a tip to his dumb, dirty head.

Miss de Sable nods in reply, that soft mouth of hers pursing to a thin line as her brows furrow, “Tell me about it,” she murmurs toward the bird, her voice pitched low so whomever opened her shop wouldn’t hear.

She hadn’t been expecting the person who stepped through her door, next, though. Perhaps she should consider a change in careers. Whatever the case, the sight of Joscelin had come as a surprise. To be honest, she’d never expected to see him again. Perhaps he simply wanted his money back. Though, she suspects otherwise. He steps forth then and there, only to settle a piece of paper upon that lopsided table of hers. Cailean’s brows furrow, and the small woman leans forth so she may gather up that parchment.

Her free hand lifts upwards, and a thumb slips within that soft mouth of hers, so she may pinch her teeth upon her trimmed fingertip. All the while she does her best to read, though truth be told, it was hard to concentrate with Joscelin’s eyes fixed upon her.

Gable, however seemed eager to break the silence with another of his oblivious coos. Cailean lifts that hand from the warm purse of her mouth, only to wave the disgusting pigeon away and off her table top. The bird cooperates for the time being, fluttering off of the tabletop, and strutting from within that back room, straight past Joscelin, though not before giving the man a glance, with a coo which could be misconstrued as a greeting, perhaps it one was crazy. And with that, the bird makes his way from the room, and her shop completely. Cailean expected him back by the end of the night.

“I’m sorry to hear about this, Joscelin,” Cailean apologizes, setting the paper down upon the tabletop once more. The girl sighs out, before lifting toward her feet, a single hand motioning toward the seat situated across from her, “Is there anything I can get you?” she offers dumbly, “Something I can do?” she wasn’t sure what to do, or even say within this moment.

[Joscelin Trevalion]

Despite the fact that the pigeon was a rather peculiar, and strange creature, Joscelin wasn't distracted within those moments. In fact, Joscelin's attention was only settled upon Cailean and nothing else. Yet, when Cailean read the letter and set such down, Joscelin soon realized that there was nothing she could do for him. That coming here was truly for naught.

He wanted someone to blame though. Yet, Joscelin could not blame her.

She gestured to the seat across from her, and by reflex, Joscelin lowered himself onto the chair. He settled there silently and lifted his hand to knuckle at one of his eyes as his chin tucked toward his chest. He wasn't certain what to say within those moments. In fact, Joscelin didn't know what to even do. Yet, at the offer of something...anything, really...Joscelin found himself considering everything he could take from her.

There was nothing...It was disconcerting.

"I'm not certain," Joscelin reluctantly admits and looks up to her albeit reluctantly. He wasn't certain whether or not he wanted to look onto the lovely face of the harbringer of his mother's death. Yet, Joscelin did and what he found there was a genuine woman holding a semblance of concern for him. It warmed his heart. That, and told him that she truly was not to blame.

"I came here wanting to blame you, but I cannot. I see how foolish that would have made me look," Joscelin admitted and wrinkled his nose. "I'm not even certain what I want to do now. I'm here...Yet, I feel lost." Joscelin took a shaky breath then. "You have a gift, Cailean. Despite the fact what you told me was...well," Joscelin shook his head. "Mayhap there's something you could do for me." He breathes out and looks up to her.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Gable seems rather disinterested with Joscelin in that moment, despite the fact that he probably knew more about that young man than anyone cared to. Though Gable would never say that aloud, not only because he can’t speak, but, because, well, he simply was a mysterious sort of creature.

Whatever the case, Cailean’s soft mouth purses, even as Joscelin takes that seat which had been previously offered. A small hand lifts toward the swell of her pout to smother briefly, with brows knit. It was more than obvious the girl was attempting to think. Nothing came to her, and soon enough the girl was simply settling back into her own designated spot. Once more the small girl sweeps up that letter, only to fold it up more appropriately, sticking the wax back together to the best of her ability. It served as a sick reminder of the bad news she’d brought Joscelin. She slides the folded bit of parchment towards the table’s median before shouldering into her broken down seat.

Cailean nods as the young man speaks then. He realized that his foster mother’s death was not her own fault, in fact, it was probably nobody’s fault. These things tended to happen, especially within these days.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel bad for Joscelin then and there. Perhaps it was that sad look within those blue eyes of his. He was far too handsome to look so lost and forlorn. The mother in her wanted to help the young man, to tell him that all would be well given time, so when he spoke that perhaps there was something that she could do for him, despite it all, the girl perks, brows lifting, and her palms dusting to the lip of the table.

The truth was, that this was all very awkward for her.

“Perhaps,” Cailean murmurs, “Though I’m not certain what good a simple clairvoyant could do a nobleman such as yourself,” those blue eyes of hers narrow, and the young girl studies his handsome features for something more. There was something he wasn’t telling her, she suspected.

[Joscelin Trevalion]

"If you weren't so very accurate..." Joscelin trailed off then and there. "Then yes, you'd certainly be of no use to me, but you're anything but that. You've shown me that you could read my future. Somewhat," Joscelin said. Despite the fact that she had foretold the death of his mother, Joscelin wasn't certain of her true ability yet. There were too many variables and possibilities.

What was the depth of her perception...? Could she read years ahead of Joscelin or only a handsbreadth into the future...? Idly Joscelin even wondered whether or not she could read anyone as well. If the ability was something she could will at any time. That, and Joscelin wondered of the odds and ends of her ability. If there were differences that made the volume of her ability loud and clear or hard to read and hear.

He needed to test her.

If she proved to be something beyond the norm then Joscelin knew that he could use her. He could use her to foresee the fall and rise of civilizations. He could use her to read the decisions that royalty, nobility and even lessermen would make. He could use her to plan ahead and herd others. He could control the growth of court and thensome.

He could shape the future with her.

What would his Grace think of that...?

"Could you read anyone, Cailean?" He dared to ask then. "Tell me the truth."

Then there were a thousand questions that followed as he leaned forward and lifted a hand to that letter. The constant reminder that she was real. That life was real. He clutched the folded parchment within his hand. "Do you have full control?" He asked suddenly. "What's the depth of your ability...? Could you see what I will do not? Or what I will do an hour from now or even ten years from now?" He asked of her and lifted his brows at her.

"How close must you be to someone to read them?" He asked thereafter.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

This was all going too far too fast, just moments ago when she’d offered the young man something, she hadn’t expected all of this. She hadn’t expected to be some sort of recruit within Joscelin’s strange world. Though at the moment she wasn’t so sure if she minded or not. Would she be getting paid for these services? How much of her time would he be taking up if she wasn’t? She still had her own bills to pay, after all!

Still, her mouth purses, and her nose wrinkles briefly as she mulls over all possible answers she could feed him. Could she read everyone? Well, there was always the truth, she supposed. Though how much use to him would she be if she told him no? Cailean was lucky if she could read a good quarter of the people who stepped before her. It may be her imagination, but she liked to believe that that success to failure ratio was slowly tilting in her favor. Though what if she told him she could read everybody? He’d have immeasurable expectations! Ones that she certainly couldn’t live up to.

She allows a moment of silence to pass, and her soft mouth purses once more, as the girl mulls over the consequences of either answer. Soon enough Miss de Sable gives a slow shake to her head, fingertips drawing along the lip of the table. “I cannot,” she confesses, though only allows for a moment to pass. “Before you dismiss me,” the girl interrupts anything the young man may say to urge her away, or leave her completely, “I believe I just need practice,” she utters thereafter, “Perhaps on someone I’m already able to read,” she proposes thereafter, lolling her head so she may eye Joscelin more appropriately.

Perhaps he’d be willing to offer himself up for that strange sort of experimentation.

Cailean’s shoulders give a slow sort of lift, though dismissing the idea altogether, just in case the young man wasn’t so on board with the proposition.

As for his other questions? Cailean pulls a displeased sort of face, coupled with another slow shrug, “I’m not certain, Joscelin,” Cailean offers truthfully, “I haven’t really…” she trails for a moment, pausing with a purse to her soft mouth, “Experimented, at all,” the small girl mutters with a furrow to her brows, “Generally speaking, anyone I attempt to read would be, well, sitting where you are,” her brows furrow and for a short moment Miss de Sable felt utterly inadequate.

Her hands fold within her lap, and the girl leans back within her seat once more, “I understand if you’ve changed your mind.”

[Joscelin Trevalion]

He wondered then and there, and wondered even more so as she spoke the truth to him. He didn't need to use his knowledge of the telltale signs of lying on her. He could hear such within her voice. He knew that what she told him was nothing short of the truth. So, Joscelin was left with only one thing and that would be to use himself as an experiment to sharpen and hone her skill. Then Joscelin had a better idea as she leaned back within her seat.

He didn't speak to her then as Joscelin came to his feet without a word. One would have thought he meant to leave then. Truth be told, Joscelin did. He moved with a purposeful stride from the room and out of sight to the door. It was strange to have left her without a word.

"Ready...?" Aemon looked shocked that Joscelin had returned so soon. Yet, Aemon barely had a moment to speak before Joscelin sought the man's wrist and gripped him tight. He tugged Aemon forth. Aemon didn't fight as he was forced within the clairvoyant's shop. He stood there even as Joscelin gestured him forth toward where Cailean was settled.

Joscelin set a hand upon the man's shoulder before leading him to settle upon that seat.

"Cailean Aridia de Sable," Joscelin uttered her name and then gestured to Aemon with his chin. "Aemon Targaryen." Joscelin stated there. "Aemon. Cailean." He looked back to her and met her gaze evenly. "Read Aemon, Cailean." He stated. "Try." Aemon, though, looked uncomfortable.

"My lord...What's this abou--" Aemon was cut off. "An experiment, Aemon." Joscelin said.

"I'm not so--" Aemon was cut off once more. "Read him, Cailean. Try." He stated.

He stood there then and watched her.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Cailean allows her gaze to widen as Joscelin suddenly comes to his feet. Was he going to strike her for allowing the truth to cross her tongue? Was she truly going to be struck for telling the truth for once in her life time? Well, it was certainly an off-putting option, and may turn Cailean off of ever telling the truth again. Though she’s left only half surprised as the young man simply walks out the door. The least he could have done would be to announce his exit.

Still, Cailean doesn’t bother standing with intents to stop him, nor does she chase after him, desperately clasping upon his coattails. Instead, Miss de Sable turns within her seat, seeking out Gable once more with a furrow to her brows. Her soft mouth purses, as she finally locates that damned bird, seeking eye contact with that strange piece of poultry. “What do you suppose is up with him?” she asks of Gable, then, leaning downwards, only to scoop both hands beneath the bird’s light torso to hoist such within her lap.

Gable seems content to settle there, amongst the lazy folds of the fabric drawn about her hips, and her bared torso alike. For a short moment Gable ruffles his feathers before simply settling into place once more, those beady eyes of his squinting briefly as his head cocks to and fro before finally looking back towards Cailean herself, as though questioning Cailean what the hell she may possibly be speaking about. Every now and then, Miss de Sable wondered whether or not this bird was something special. This was simply one of those times when the girl thought he was naught but some dirty bird who was fond of whatever left-overs Cailean may have to offer that horrid beast.

Though soon enough Joscelin’s purpose became clear as the young man was re entering her shop, alongside another gentleman whom Cailean recognized as one of a few had accompanied Joscelin to her shop the first time about. Though he’d done naught but wait all too patiently outside the doors of her shop. Now the two were being introduced, though, and Cailean gives a tip to her head, studying his features before offering up a reassuring sort of smile.

“Are you sure?” she asks then, eyeing both Joscelin, and thereafter Aemon. Not only was Cailean uncertain as to whether or not she could successfully read this man, let alone whether she’d be able to read an unwilling subject.

She supposed it was the time to find such things out.

“If you’d like to take a seat,” she offers, lifting a hand to gesture towards the seat which Joscelin had previously occupied, “If it makes you comfortable, that is,” she continues onwards, with a lift to a single shoulder, though she looks all too expectantly toward either of the two.

[Joscelin Trevalion]

Aemon had very little choice within those moments. Joscelin had made the decision rather quickly and now Aemon was expected to be read. Aemon, though, didn't entirely mind. He had been through worse alongside Joscelin and had travelled through all sorts of weather during various seasons. He had fought tooth and nail, too, alongside the young lordling and had been through highly dangerous moments of court intrigue. So, being read by a clairvoyant, was the least of Aemon's concerns unless there was harsh news to be heard. Nonetheless, Aemon settled there upon the seat as Joscelin rubbed Aemon's shoulder.

"Just leave your mind open for her and be willing to allow her within. If not then I'm certain this won't rather properly." Joscelin told Aemon and Aemon looked nearly skeptical. It was humorous to see when considering the fact that Aemon had been attempting to convince Joscelin prior. Now Aemon was the one who was reluctant to allow himself under the woman's eye that could see deeper than most. Mayhap Aemon feared much of what Joscelin feared.

That there was truth behind all of this. That they may hear something they didn't wish to.

So, Aemon nodded to Joscelin and looked away, and when he had, Aemon found himself looking to Cailean and inclining his head to her. "I am ready, my lady." He assured her. The man, who was ten years Joscelin's senior, was already graying and looked considerably older. There were crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and the corners of his mouth had laugh lines. Then there were the myriad of wrinkles and faint scars that lined his features and neck, and even his bare forearms and hands. He was what one would label a true seasoned man of the sword.

Joscelin stepped aside from Aemon then and there, and his gaze flitted to Cailean.

"Tell me what you see, Cailean. Tell me how far you can see and if you could grasp more than one thing." He told her. Truth be told, Joscelin wasn't certain whether or not any of his questions would be answered. That, or even if Cailean would read Aemon successfully. If not...If not then mayhap Joscelin will have to undergo the experiment personally. If that was so then mayhap Joscelin would be learning a lot more of himself than he wished to and if that was the case...well, Joscelin was frightened and for good reason at that.

He crossed his arms and watched her.

All the while Aemon awaited her patiently.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Cailean was none too sure how she felt about this. More for the fact that she wasn’t exactly sure if she could impress Joscelin or not. Hell, forget impressing him, she’s more worried about making herself look like some sort of fool in front of the two.

Then again, perhaps reading Joscelin was nothing but dumb luck.

It seemed she didn’t have a choice, though, she’d told Joscelin that she’d give him whatever she could, and the truth was, that, despite being an inherit liar, Cailean was intent upon keeping her promise. Simply because she felt guilty over his mother’s death, whether it was her fault or not. Still, she’d no doubt brought him a week’s worth of worry before finally discovering the unpleasant truth.

Like it or not, this was happening. The girl furrows her soft brows, and her warm mouth settles into a firm line. She attempts to concentrate within this moment, seeking out Aemon’s own thoughts amidst the jumble of Joscelin’s own. Truth be told, it was difficult to do, difficult not to hone in on Joscelin, more for the fact that she’d already made contact with the young man, and he was all too familiar to her, whereas Aemon was someone she was just seeing for the first time, let alone reading. Still, she supposed this was an all around learning experience, if nothing else.

If she were to do Joscelin any good, she knew well that she’d likewise have to grasp this skill. Though it all took time, no? Even if the girl fumbled this time around, she’d certainly be granted another chance, no? Well, in all honesty, she didn’t wish to take that chance to find out. She wasn’t fully aware what Joscelin had to offer to her, though she was certain that anything was better than running this dead end roadside shop day after day. Even if the money wasn’t good, it promised to be far more interesting than most things she’d been exposed to.

Still, Cailean manages to find Aemon, despite the chaos within her head, though it took a long moment of silence, coupled with a held breath.

Her brows furrow, then, and her head gives a curious sort of cock. Surely this wasn’t right. Aemon had to be a good fifteen years older than herself, not to mention Joscelin himself. Truly this must be Joscelin’s future she was seeing within this moment, and not the much older man’s.

It’s why she tosses a curious sort of glance between Joscelin and Aemon both, her brows lifted. “I…” she begins, before narrowing her eyes in an almost skeptical manner. Though a smile grew upon her soft mouth, lips parting to expose a quick flash of teeth before the girl shook her head, “You,” she pauses, her gaze settling upon the older of the two men once more, “Have intentions of seeking out some girl tonight.” she attempts, though despite the fact that Cailean hadn’t believed this herself, she was almost certain that she was correct.

“She’s beautiful,” Cailean comments, then, fingertips smoothing Gable’s feathers, “Moreso than any woman you’ve bedded,” she teases, gaze falling upon Joscelin with another teasing grin.

[Joscelin Trevalion]

Aemon had stared at Cailean whilst she searched him. Truth be told, Aemon felt nothing. In fact, Aemon didn't even believe that he could be read. Then the moment she finally spoke...well, Aemon was taken aback and flushed. He looked flustered as his hands clasped tightly within his lap. He wasn't certain what to say or even do as she accused him of seeking out a woman later that night. He could only stare down at his hands as Joscelin, from the otherside of the room, watched him and knew that that was the truth.

Then Cailean threw a comment Joscelin's way. He gave a tight smile at that thought and wrinkled his nose. "Is that so?" Joscelin questioned and looked back to Aemon. "I don't even think I need to ask whether or not she told the truth about you." Joscelin commented and looked thoughtful. Yet, Joscelin didn't look ready to scold him. In fact, Joscelin had no problems with Aemon wanting to see a woman. He was a grown man with no wife or children to speak of.

"It's true," Aemon managed to say.

"Is that all you could see, Cailean?" Joscelin dared to ask. "Not that I'm asking for details of their romp." He added. It made Aemon flush an even darker shade. "What do you see when you read him?" Joscelin asked. Truth be told, Aemon was curious as well. "Beyond what you find there. What's there to see...?" Joscelin dared to ask and looked upon Aemon.

"Does everyone have a room within their mind that you could search?" He questioned but wasn't certain whether or not that made any sense. He looked thoughtful. "Or do you see it on their faces...? You said you didn't need to touch one's hand or search their palm. I remember that." Joscelin said and touched his chin as he continued to eye Aemon.

It was then realization dawned on Aemon.

"You plan on using her...?" He demanded suddenly and stared at Joscelin.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Cailean finds herself laughing all too eagerly as Joscelin seems to embarrass the older gentleman quite easily. It was amusing, to say the least of things, moreso for the fact that Aemon was much older than both Cailean and Joscelin, and he was behaving like some young lad within his twenties, courting young women at all hours of the night.

It was… Well, it was adorable, to say the least of things, and romantic, at that! Cailean smiled still, only to lean forth easily enough. Gable hops from within her lap, only to cluck about on the bare floor beneath their feet. Her elbows press upon the tabletop, and her chest settles toward the lip as her face nudges against her palm, “That’s terribly romantic,” Cailean mutters, sounding sincere, well, because she was being sincere! “I’m a little jealous,” she continues onwards before giving a quick shake to her head, though dismissing the notion with another broad grin.

Though soon enough Joscelin was tossing a question her way. Was that all she could see? Well, yes, it was, “Uhm, yes, it was.” she confirms, “Though I suppose I could try again?” she offers, though in all truth she was a little hesitant to do so. She wasn’t sure if her powers had a limit, nor whether or not she could read a person twice within such a short time span. Then again, she hadn’t been sure of a lot of things throughout the course of the day, and still, here she was, sitting fine before the two men, unscathed, and truly growing more and more confident with her powers.

Her shoulders lift once more, then, “There’s truly nothing to see, when you read someone,” she mutters, then, “It’s more a sense of simply knowing,” Cailean shrugged, then, she’d not sure if she’d made a whole lot of sense to those without this power, but se knew well how it felt. Her brows knit, and once more her shoulders pop upwards, as though she had no further clue as to how she could possibly convey the feeling of reading someone.

After all, it’s not as though she were being transported into their minds. She saw what was before her own two eyes, and nothing more, though there was a simple sense of intuition, “I suppose there’s ‘room’ for anyone to be read,” she reasons, then, though she truly had no clue.

Though soon enough Aemon was asking something, and it brought a thought to her own mind, and she lifted her own gaze toward Joscelin, “What are you planning on doing with me?” she asks of him, those blue eyes of hers narrowing.

[Joscelin Trevalion]

Joscelin was genuinely disappointed within that moment. He had been hoping to understand Cailean's ability and hoped that she would have more of a control over such. Yet, from what she told Joscelin, Cailean didn't sound like she had full control over her own magic. That simply knowing wasn't good enough for Joscelin. That he wanted to know that she could look at a person and tell him that this will happen and when such a thing would happen.

It didn't seem possible.

It seemed that the balance was the fact that she couldn't control her magic completely. That she couldn't see beyond a certain point. Idly Joscelin still wondered whether or not he could use her. He decided that he could. That the major test would be to take her within high society and get her close to the nobility that wouldn't want to be read and see what she could glean from them. He wanted to see whether or not she could read them and tell him of any decisions they would be making and whether or not Joscelin could shape their future.

Joscelin had nearly forgotten that Cailean was within the room with them. When she questioned them...well, Joscelin looked nearly taken aback and both Aemon and him looked at eachother. Whatever they considered between one another was untold. Yet, Joscelin seemed to settle as he looked to her and met her gaze evenly. Then his lips parted and he spoke.

"What I tell you cannot be repeated beyond the us three. Do you understand that?" Joscelin demanded of her. It seemed he didn't consider Gable apart of that three. Nonetheless, that was pigeon and they themselves had mouths to speak with. Either way, Joscelin awaited her assurance that she wouldn't repeat what he'd tell her. After all, if this was to work...well, she'd need to know the truth. She'd need to know why he would want her.

Aemon, though, looked a bit uncertain.

"I'm Joscelin William Trevalion. Diplomat and Spymaster of my nation. Instrument of my Grace." Joscelin told her firmly. "I've come here to assure the safety of the Pendragon line and to assure a treaty between our nations." There was a pause as he drew closer. "If you could read others, Cailean..." He trailed. "It means that I could be ahead by several steps. I could influence them. I could assure the safety of nobility. I could see who will deal harm and those who mean nothing horrid to happen. I could clear the court of vipers and change fate."

He fell silent as he watched her.

"If you manage well enough then I could use you, Cailean. You'd be paid handsomely and given what you wish; clothing, jewels and what not," Joscelin told her. "So long as you work well and do as you're told." Joscelin added but Aemon looked ready to speak out. "My lord...that's more than --" Aemon was cut off. "Enough...? Mayhap, but if her talents go as far as I hope then she'd be absolutely priceless to have apart of my web, Aemon."

Imagine the things he could do...

"Of course, I'd need your cooperation," he added.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Cailean knit her brows. Her face tips, and her palm smothers upon the soft swell of her pout for a short moment as he revealed what would be her purpose. Though only after her promise that nothing would be revealed. Though even through it all Cailean was none too sure of what to think of it.

She recalled just over a week ago Joscelin had came to her shop, boasting his own skepticism. He seemed unashamed, though now. Now he’d been impressed, despite the fact that neither of them seemed to know the strength, nor reliability of her powers. And, still, he was making demands of her. Though the girl was this far down the rabbit hole, and knowing what she knew now… well, there wasn’t much she could do to get out of it. She imagined Joscelin was unafraid to make sacrifices for his cause, and as such Miss de Sable truly had no choice in the matter any longer.

Not that she’d intentions of denying him beforehand.

Her shoulders lift, then, alongside her brows, as her head lolls to look upon Joscelin himself, “It’s not as though I have much of a choice, do I?” she teases him, before allowing a warm smile to cross the soft swell of her pout. She’s quick to wrinkle her nose, and give a quick, almost dismissive shake to her head.

Though when he speaks of clothing… well, that was something else entirely. Cailean was a different sort of women when it came to cloth and fashion. She knew she preferred something soft upon her bared skin, though aside from that… Well, Cailean certainly didn’t give a damn. At least not as much as your average woman. She was content with wrapping herself up within a simplistic piece of material. Though she supposed the clothing was optional. Or at least she hoped it was.

Soon enough the girl realized that if she were to be brought out in public she would be forced to dress appropriately. Even moreso when it occurred to her that she would be forced to mingle amongst a gaggle of high brows. Folk whom were more important than Joscelin himself, and upon normal circumstances, would never consider even looking at her, let alone lingering within the same room as herself.

Her brows knit, and her gaze lifts to peer first upon Aemon, though only briefly, before looking toward Joscelin once more. Her mouth falls ajar, though the girl pauses a moment longer, at a loss for words, “I’m… unfamiliar with your way of being,” she finally manages, “You nobles. I’ll certainly stand out,” she warns him then and there with another purse to her mouth. Soon enough she finds her palm smothering the soft opening once more.

Joscelin certainly was asking much of her. Between reading people who were unaware, to learning to behave like a proper lady.

Something told Cailean that her life would never be the same.