((This is a thread about Simona, each post is for a teahouse guest that she wakes up beside in the morning. I intend to post mostly about NPCs, but if someone has a PC who would be a likely client of Simona's message me and I'll work you into the thread!))
Dawn touched the horizon and the soft glow of orange light hit the window sill of the teahouse, little slivers of light filtering into the room that Simona rented above the teahouse. Her lashes fluttered against her cheek as she slowly began to open her eyes, taking in the details of her room. The rooms were relatively small, but hers was well furnished and well kept with an elegant armoire on one side of her large four posted bed and a vanity on the other. All of her furniture was elegantly carved and decorated with little trinkets from her travels, though not so many that it would have caused clutter. Her dress from the day before was still hanging over the back of her chair by the vanity and as she moved to roll over in bed she heard the familiar sound of her silk sheets swishing about beside her as her companion moved from the bed.
It was rare that she was disoriented in the morning. Usually she knew exactly where and when she was, but today she found herself a little foggy, her gaze falling on a flash on the vanity, reminding her of perhaps why that was so. As she blinked another long slow blink she heard the sound of laughter beside her and the rustle of clothing.
"Ye al'righ lass? I think we had a wee bit too much to drink last eve aye?"
She blinked her eyes open then and smiled up at the man who had just finished dressing. His laughter was pleasant and the smile on his face reminded him of what a kind and jovial person he was.
"Right as rain. Just takes me a minute in the morning." She grinned.
He chuckled again and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking a hair away from her face, as if to really check to make sure she was alright. "Shame I be leavin' today. Still have a bit o' the good stuff left and drinkin' alone nay be joyful as drinkin' with ye."
"Where are you off to this time?" She inquired as she pulled herself up in bed, pulling her hair back away from her face.
He groaned "Coast o' New Dauntless. Nay a teahouse in site, nor a lass as pretty as ye." Despite the sound of complaint in his voice he was still smiling. She knew that he liked to travel, and as much as he protested it he was the sort that never really stopped moving.
"Oh now, I'm sure you could find a pretty girl if you wanted to." Her voice was teasing and there was an easiness between them. She liked that about him, the calm, easiness about it. He had such a sense of humor that she never really had to pretend or act, it all just fit nicely into his good natured personality.
"Aye, but nay many a lass willin' to be waitin' about on me. Nay even ye." He grinned at the last comment however, a big broad grin. It was a matter long since settled. People sometimes got attached, but not the pair of them, all along they'd known their roles, their understandings.
"I wait for no man." She assured him with a smile, eliciting a chuckle from her companion. "You'll stop by on your way back though?" She asked and he nodded.
"Would nay miss it for the world lass." He leaned down then and kissed her forehead before straightening up, collecting his flask and the pack he had brought in with him.
As he left she waved goodbye before sinking back into her sheets for a long, well deserved nap.