Servants of Capulet

“Kinda like a um tavern? Is that the right word?” she questioned. “Hun, yer in New York right now… Are you looking for uh Verona?” she asked. “If yer really that lost we can go back to my house and get a map or something. And no no no. I’m really of no status. If anything I’m a peasant?” she said, attempting to use the “right” terms that he would understand.

"Yes, that works." Samson nodded. "This does not look like the taverns I am used to however....New York? Yes, I'm looking for Verona. Why am I not there?" He asked, his confusion steadily growing. "You, my lady, a peasant? I think not. You look like anything but a peasant."

“Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” she said, waving it off. “Anyyyywwaaaaaay, what brings you to a bar or pub or whatever like this?” she smiled warmly. “Oh, and you don’t have to call me ‘my lady’ or ‘fair lady’ or anything like that. I’m nothing special, just another person.”

"Bar or pub or whatever? I'm not sure I know what that means...Well, I came in here to ask directions to be honest. I can't seem to find the Prince and I was wondering if you might know where he was. I have a letter to him from my master." Samson answered. "I do. You do not look like one of my rank, therefore you must be addressed as someone of a higher status than myself." He disagreed.

“Yeah probably,” she said, furrowing a brow and pursing her lips. “Ummmm,” the brunette said, scratching the back of her head. “My parents kind of abandoned my brother and i by the time we knew how to walk,” she admitted, hopping down from the counter and sitting in one of the seats.

"Oh, I apologize, fair Lady. I shan't bring it up again." He said decidedly. Samson felt a little bad for reminding the girl of such a thing. "Shall we move on to something better topic of conversation?" He asked, half hoping they could speak of something a bit happier than parents abandoning children.

“No not really,” she giggled. “You just sound different,” Ash said curiously, cocking her head to the side. “Is it? I thought it was quite common but oh well,” the girl shrugged. “Oh, and no. I have no idea what my name means.”

"Perhaps we are from different places?" Samson guessed. It was the best explanation he could come up with. "Oh no, I've never met a lady with the name 'Ash', save for now. How strange...your parents did not tell you?"

"Verona is the best place to do so. We have quite a few places to see." Gregory nodded. There really was a lot to see here, but there wasn't much he wouldn't do to go somewhere other than Verona, just for a day, to see other things.

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"A lady traveler? I've never heard of such a thing. Men are the ones who go traveling, are they not?" Samson responded.

“No need to apologize hun,” she smiled, “It’s been getting kinda busy down here,” the girl giggled. “My lady?” she giggled again as she covered her mouth with her hand, scrunching her nose up a bit as she hopped on top of the counter and slid across it, sitting next to him. “You sure talk funny. But anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet you Samson. I’m Ash.”

"I talk funny? How do you mean? This is how everyone talks, is it not?" Samson asked, rather confused as to what she meant. "The pleasure is mine, Ash. That's a strange name....I've never heard it before. Do you by chance know what it means?"

“So…not believing it then? Pity, you would have been such fun to travel with! I could’ve shown you where I’m from! It really would have been something! Ah well, I suppose I can just enjoy Verona for awhile long then…or I could prove to you I’m a time traveler…”

"No, of course not. Why believe in the impossible?" Gregory asked, shaking his head. He pushed his eyebrows together at the woman. Was she serious? Prove something to him that couldn't be proven. "Alright, how would you prove it?"

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"I apologize?" Samson replied, looking around. After a moment of silence, Samson cleared his throat and spoke again. "Sorry, my Lady. I did not introduce myself. I am Samson.  I am a servant to the house of Capulet." He informed her, forcing himself not to let his eyes wander down from her eyes. This lady was obviously not a servant and therefore he could not make any comments aloud, nor could he stare. It was far too disrespectful.

Ah yes, the oh so charming Romeo. How is the happy couple?

Dead. They died last year.

“Ah,” Aria said with a nod, “right, Verona, should’ve known. Well Gregory…what if I were to tell you…that there were people…who could travel through time. Who could jump from the future to the past to the present as easily as traveling between cities. Would you think I was crazy?”

"I would....do you mean to tell me that you think you can go to the future and past?" Gregory asked, raising his eyebrows. He was beginning to be worried for this woman's health. Time travel, as she called it, was totally impossible.

How did they ruin it?

We were warring before. I suppose that is more bad then good, but it made for much more interesting times. The heir of their house met our fair Juliet and it all came tumbling down. It's far more boring now to us servants now. We can no longer bite our thumbs at them and get away with no trouble from our master.

So your a servant for the Capulets? That must be an interesting job.

I am. It was far more interesting before last year. The Montagues ruined it just a bit. No more talking bad about them at our house.

Aria laughed. “Oh special doesn’t even BEGIN to describe it,” she said with a wink. “Tell me Gregory, do you believe that there are things in this world that…can’t be explained by science?” She leaned forward, looking at him with bright curious eyes.

"Yes, of course there are things that can't be explained by science. Many things. All of them are explained though, through God." Gregory answered simply with shrug. "Why?

I’m doing well, thanks.

Wonderful news to hear, fair maiden.