The Dawn Will Come The day had just begun for Emeline, and she was eternally grateful for Naburo for letting her stay at his place back at the Trade Quarters. Despite having felt that she was intruding, he kept on reassuring her that it wasn't the case. As they finished breakfast, the young woman remembered about an uncle that resided in Orario City, and she asked Naburo if he knew about a man named Jack Anders. Coincidentally, both men knew each other, and a wave of relief washed over her as he gave her his address. As they bade each other farewell, Emeline made her way to the Entertainment Quarters of the city, only to find herself overwhelmed by the large number of people residing there. There were jesters wandering around the streets while upbeat music played and filled her ears. A joyful smile creased her lips as her brown eyes darted from building to building, completely inspired by lights and activity that this part of the city had. A part of her wanted to stop everything she was doing and entertain the crowd of people as well. However, she knew that now wasn't the time for simple pleasures; she had to find her uncle. With a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and proceeded to search for the correct address that Naburo had given her. It was difficult to get past the large crowd, but eventually, she came across a house that was away from all the bustling activity. The young Minstrel suddenly felt incredibly nervous, swallowing hard as she glanced down at the piece of paper with the address written down. This was definitely the right place, but why was she so anxious? Probably because they were meeting for the first time? She didn't know, but with a sudden expression of determination on her face, she lifted her hand and knocked on the door. After a short moment, it opened and she looked up at the man before her. He appeared...very intimidating, she noticed. With a mute gulp, she put on her bravest face and smiled sweetly before bowing her head politely. "Hello... I apologize for the sudden intrusion, but are you Jack Anders?" She asked, then proceeded to explain herself. "My name is Emeline Fabron, and I heard from my father that you're my uncle?" [[ @Jack Anders ]]
The door cracked open as the figure of a grisly man peered down with an intimidating gaze. Allowing the lass to finish speaking, a skeptical look was given as he’d laugh heartily. “What?... No.” His head turning back behind the door, he’d shout clearly into the house with a strong and booming voice. “Hey, Jack! A pretty little thing here says she’s your niece! I’m gonna head out first. We can talk about work later!” And with that? The figure would pat her shoulder firmly before walking past the girl and exiting towards the street. Given a few seconds, a much sharper looking male had appeared. Dressed in a buttoned down, white shirt with pressed pants and snug fitting suspenders, he’d offer a warm smile before swinging the door ajar. “Emeline!” His arms wide open, he’d offer a welcoming hug to the girl before attempting to usher her into the abode. “Come in, come in! You look wonderful. How’ve you kiddo?” Upon entering, the smooth sounds of early jazz began to filter through the girl’s ears as the music drifted from a radio deeper inside. [x] With closer inspection, the home appeared to be a two story town house located on the edges of the entertainment district. Decorated in a Victorian style, the walls were covered in a printed pattern, accentuating the rustic looking leather seats and stained wood furnishings scattered throughout. “Make yourself at home. The living room’s straight ahead.” His voice called out from the side as the man veered to the left into what appeared to be a kitchen space. “Care for a drink?” Were the girl to delve deeper in, the faint smell of fresh pine and tobacco would waft towards her nose. Within the living room itself, an unlit fireplace rest against the back wall serving as the centerpiece of the room. To the left and right were several well cushioned arm chairs and stands with magazines scattered atop them. A coffee table was centered between the seats, with a small pot of sugar and a less conscious tray that was recently emptied of its ashes. Off to the left, a large paned window stood with pulled back drapes, offering a clear view of the busy streets below. @Emeline Arliette Fabron
The moment that the man spoke and called out to her uncle, Emeline felt a wave of relief washing over her. She watched the large man exit the house and turned back to the entrance to see her long lost relative standing before her, immediately remembering him. It had be many years since they last saw each other, but the young Minstrel could tell it was him instantly. His sharp facial features yet kind smile whenever he saw her stood out to Emeline the most, and once he opened his arms to offer a hug, she accepted it by rushing to him and embraced him tightly. She buried her face into his chest and gripped the back of his shirt with a gentle laugh, smiling up at him brightly. "It's so good to see you, Uncle! It's been so long!" She beamed, eyes wide and bright. "I have been good, though a little overwhelmed by the size of the city." She allowed him to guide her into the house, and almost immediately, her slightly tense frame relaxed. The inside of his house felt so warm and safe, despite the faint smell of tobacco that she wasn't used to. It was quickly replaced with the gentle aroma of pine, and a gentle smile creased her lips as she took a seat on the couch in the living room, where Jack told her to make herself comfortable. Emeline heard his voice from across the hall and she turned her head with a smile at the offer. "Water sounds wonderful, please and thank you." She answered, soon looking out the large window that held a view of the city. Standing up slowly, she moved her feet forward and stared out at the horizon, completely captivated by Orario's beauty. "Gorgeous..." @Jack Anders
It wasn’t long before Jack returned to the living room with two items in hand. One was a frosted glass filled with the water requested by the girl while the other contained a chilly, milky brown substance emanating a soft aroma of coffee. After walking up to the window in order to hand Emeline her drink, he’d let out a soft sigh out of admiration of the scene down below. “You too huh? This view, it still gets me every time.” Moving to take a seat for himself, he’d pace around the furnishings before settling down cozily in his own chair. “Just wait till you see the upper quarters. Sure the folks are a bit stiff, but it’s quite the wonder.” “You know, you caught me by surprise there. Old man Ulrich’s letter said you wouldn’t be in town until tomorrow.” A slow sip was taken from his iced coffee as he paused for a moment to savor the flavor. Tongue still relishing in the after taste, he’d set the glass down before continuing. “If I had known, I would’ve rescheduled some work in advance…” He’d chuckle briefly while looking at the girl directly in the eyes. “Either way, I’m glad you found your way here. Hope it wasn’t too hard. The Entertainment Quarters can be a bit of a mess to navigate depending on the time of day.” Yet another moment of pause was given as a sudden though came to mind. Hand rustling quickly through his pocket, he’d produce a gilded key and place it atop the coffee table between the two. “Speaking of which, I suppose you’ll need a key. The second room upstairs is all yours kiddo. Let me know if you need anything.” Continuing to take short sips of his beverage, he’d cast a cursory glance over his niece while mulling over an item or two. “It’s been a while hasn’t it? The last time I remember seeing you and your old man was back at the wedding a couple years back. My how the time flies…” A rather somber look appeared in the man’s eyes as they fell upon a portrait hanging on the wall behind her. Upon closer inspection, the frame contained a large family style portrait of himself and a woman with an uncanny resemblance to Emeline’s mother. Clearly it depicted her departed Aunt Chloe. His dampened mood wouldn't last long however. Eyes quickly brightening once more upon catching himself, he'd clear his throat once before changing the subject. "So!... What brings you to Orario, Emmy-darling? From what your old man was telling me, this isn't just some sightseeing."
