Thread: Tea, with thee and me?04/02/2010(ATTN:Any-Amanda Winters)

Amanda is informed by Leon that a man has arrived with very interesting behaviors and may be worth the time to personally greet.

Amanda escorted down the stairs and was pointed in the direction of Jaysin, she instantly recognized him. She smiled briefly at Leon, excusing him, and quietly approached him from behind. "Aw, you do write. I thought you only wrote between your cat shows." A slight chuckle and smirk came from her lips.

Jaysin lost in his writting, startled, got to his feet and said,"Nice to meet you again Miss Winters, care to join me? Yes, i have been writting more since i've been here, than i did before. Guess its the city, and its denizens here." Jaysin spoke softly still somewhat lost in thought, he hoped Miss Winters didn't mind him dropping by, but the ambiance of the place here bewitched his senses.

Amanda looked around at the gathered peopled and smiled at Jaysin. "Of course I will join you." She took her own seat and smiled briefly. "I find this city quite inspiring myself, or rather the people in it. What are you writing about? If I may ask."

Jaysin waited for Miss winters to sit before sitting himself, he would have pulled the chair out for her and all, but she seemed in total control of the situation, so Jaysin ceded her the lead. As he sat, she asked him what he was writting. Something very few had done before, seeming a little shy. Jaysin spoke softly "Just some casual things and my take on them, i tend to have an odd way of writting things, plus some poetry for my cats. Nothing interesting, but my writtings does allow me to be expressive and emotional, where in my real life, it would be, passe`." Jaysin was trying to be strong, but this has been alot for him to take in, and he needed comfort. Something he missed, being a ghoul of the toreador, allowed him a "blanket". Jaysin needed the "rose" blanket, it had often, sheilded him from the harsh realities of the coldest, darkest, shadows.

Amanda let out a slight chuckle when he spoke of the poetry for cats, but all in all seemed well in tuned with what he was saying.

"An emotional writer... You are more than welcome to come and write here anytime you wish. I rather enjoy writing down here myself, though more than often I stay in my library. I do have a library upstairs, if you ever wish to take use of it, just give me a quick call and I am sure I could have Leon escort you up there. I am sure we could have many pleasent conversations over books we had read.

"Aw, here comes your wine. I see it is our house specialty." A woman gently shows it to the guest and Amanda, Amanda nods and motions for the okay, and she pours to glasses.

Jaysin noticed Miss Winters chuckle, and listened as she spoke. It was as if he was hanging on to her every word, Jaysin reigned in his feelings then spoke. "Yeah, but the odd thing is only my cats have ever heard any of my poetry or stories. They don't judge or criticsize, and give me their full individed attention. I could get lost in libraries myself, i appreciate the offer, and may just do that. Thanks!"
It was not like he had instant access too a library, but the Toreadors in Kennett did keep an immaculate well stocked library. Jaysin watched as the girl brought him his wine, and as if taking the cue from Miss Winters began pouring them both a glass of wine. After the lady left, Jaysin politely picked up the glass, swirled it a second, took a sip and as if on instinct, savoured the flavour like a professional wine taster. With a happy gleam he spoke kindly, "I must say, for this to be the Houses Specialty, it is mighty fine wine. Not to aged and it perks the taste buds i must say."
He enjoyed drinking wine, and eating cheese, but didn't have any cheese. Those two combinations would make his imagination swirl, and the poetry flow. "May i ask you who your favourite poet is and why?"

"You are more then welcome to ask me anything, rather or not I reply or take offense is another matter." Amanda giggled at her attempt to make a joke.

"Well. I enjoy American authors best. Not exactly sure what the reasoning behind that is. I mean, I enjoy some of the classics from England, of course a nice Shakespearean sonnet is well endowed, but I take a particular interest in past progressives, such as: Longfellow, or hell, even Edgar. Very different styles, but it all rest upon my mood or recent experiences, much like how you decide what to watch on t.v. at night." Amanda smirked slightly,

"I rather don't put a rest on a single author as a favorite. I have yet to decide, who is my favorite and doubt I ever will. There is simply no reason to label. Do you have anyone who you are particularly fond of, Mr. Jaysin?"

Jaysin lit up when she started talking about authors and poetry, hanging on her every word as she spoke. "The name is Mr. Jaysin Alexander Ravencroft, but you may call me Jaysin, or Alex my nickname. I have alot i like, but my favourites are Hemingway and Dickinson, though Poes "The Raven" is my favourite poem." Jaysin sipped his wine, thinking how after this visit, he'd have lots too write about.