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I saw that.

[Taliesin gives a shrug and a show of empty hands. He's already decked out in dozens of necklaces and bracelets.]

Nothing to see here.

[Janie's only jewelry is a cheap diamond on her ring finger]

I know what I saw, but I won't say anything. Looks like you already have a big collection.

Someone saunters up behind him, and as she passes him, she quietly murmurs "You might take better care, monsieur, of what you do and who sees you do it. That being said... if you are hungry, I know a place where the food is plentiful, and I am willing to share."

Then she continues walking, as if nothing happened.

These? Awesome, aren't they? [He points out some of the bracelets.] The Indian ones are cool.

Far be it for Taliesin to refuse offered food, even if it did come with the entirely true implication that he stole something. He turns almost immediately from the table to follow her. If she's expecting discretion, though...well, that isn't Taliesin's strong suit. He's whistling a light tune at first, practically dancing as he follows her. Then he says, abruptly, "So, what? French, right? That's not a French-Canadian accent, I know those."

Gross. You do know that necklace is hideous, right?

[Taliesin gives him a big grin and points to aaallll the others he's wearing.] Is not. It goes great with the rest.

[...The rest really are questionable too. All New Age pendants and costume jewelry.]

What is the look you are trying to go for?

I almost feel sorry for you... your taste is just so very, very bad. [Dennis has never seen a man wear that many necklaces before. Why?]

Edited (typo) 2014-09-03 23:52 (UTC)

Don't be jealous. [Taliesin grins.]

Jealous of your... general bad taste?

[He's a little speechless!]

Exactly. You have no idea about fun, huh? It's alright, a lot of people don't.

Oh, I have fun... just not the dressing crazy kind. Not my thing. [Dennis has his... outfits, but in his everyday life he prefers boring shirts and trousers. He likes his v-necks though.]

I suppose when you don't have the perfect physique you need to figure out some other way to get attention?

[Taliesin enjoys attention of all kinds, even negative, and it shows. He's grinning like a Chesire Cat.] Or I need the perfect accessories for the perfect body.

She is casually walking around the farmer's market, stopping at one stand to retrieve a basket half-full of food. Stopping to chat here, looking over the fresh vegetables there. "Oui, c'est Francais'.

"That's a pretty tune, one I do not know. Did you create it yourself?" She deliberately takes a half step closer to the frolicking young man as they stroll, her basket swinging merrily.

Her voice lowers "And also, next time, you may wish to try distraction with extravagant gestures as you work. You made yourself rather easy to spot among the enlightened." She still hasn't actually looked up at him yet.

He shrugs and grins. "Pretty, enlightened, and a quick eye. My name's Taliesin." He flips a dollar coin to a vendor and snags an apple from her table.

"That tune's not really mine. Kind of a Medieval tune I adapted so I could use it for a set. I'm a musician."

"Taliesin? What an interesting name. That's rather old in itself, isn't it?"

She has a half-round of cheese now to add to her basket, and she pays for peaches as well.

"Tell me about your music, then. Do you often reuse tunes from the past? And what do you play?" A smile plays about her lips as she looks at this man-child. He is so thin, yet so flamboyant. And his youth is what has drawn her to him, when to most men she would simply shy away.

"I think, perhaps some wine to drink as well, with the meal. Oui?" Strangely enough, at the wine vendor, she simply points to a bottle, and it is handed to her, with only a side-glance from the man at the book. And he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at her companion.

"That tree over there, that looks inviting."

Taliesin follows her, watching curiously as the wine vendor just hands the bottle over. "Taliesin was a Welsh bard. Chief of Bards, he's sometimes called. I liked the name. It's fitting." He sits down under the tree and takes a bite from his apple. "I play guitar mostly. Sometimes violin and flute as well. I know a lot of Medieval and Celtic tunes that I play at Renaissance Faires, and I also play more modern stuff for rock bands. It's a lot of fun. I kind of like the Ren Faires more, I love dressing up and playing the older tunes."

"So" She sits down, spreading her skirts under the tree and reaching into the basket for a cloth to put down under the food. "It is a beautiful day, not overly hot, and there are many people here to enjoy the sunlight and fresh abundance of food."

She's pulling out items and placing them on the cloth as she speaks. Basically, it's Renfest food; bread, cheese, a small capped pot of honey, peaches and cherries. And the wine of course.

"As a minstrel, I would think that you would find a spot here and play your tunes for money and the admiring eyes of the ladies and gents. But where is your flute and your guitar? And ah, I forgot the wine cork. Would you mind asking Paul, the gentleman back at the vendor, if I could borrow his? Unless you have one hidden upon your person?"