Yemre
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Why do the truely beautiful souls flock to the destructive deamons among us?
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Post by Yemre on Mar 20, 2005 12:21:14 GMT -5
A soft hustle was found about the markets of Ardwon, movement somehow suppressed by the lights still lingering on the horizon, like a child slowly crawling out of a welcomed, pleasant sleep. a soft humming could be heard from outside a small buggy, a table awaiting stores to be placed on top it and a sign swinging from it' s post on the buggy. Like most, this shop was smashed into a row of other movable stores, the wide arrangement of styles and sizes as well as stocks offsetting the permanent stores only a short ways away.
"We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. " Emerging from her portable home Yemre banged the door closed with her hip, arms full with the stock of the day.
"Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me" She laughed, placing different pieces of already enchanted jewelry, herbs and incense about her table from a bundle in her arm. slowly People began to emerge, the early risers, and glancing about stalls, hoping to get the pick of the stock.
Long brown hair drifted to her waist, a tight, small shirt crushing her into a smaller shape, little clothing draped about her along with a shall tied about her waist. The heat of the day was easily predicted by the dry, arid climate of the morning.
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Post by Onoyu on Mar 20, 2005 19:15:24 GMT -5
Onoyu smiled and stretched as she got up from kneeling in front a basket of fruit, handing her payment to the man arranging other baskets before biting into the food item. Slowly, she wandered, a light, smooth walk that broadcast her profession nearly as much as her body shape and costume did. Her hair had been tied up intricately for the performance later that day, a cotton shirt neatly folded about her threatening to clash with a brilliant satin skirt drifting down her legs.
"Hmm," the women giggled, hearing the jeweler laugh and sing as she set up her stocks. Onoyu bent over, looking closely at the objects as scents wafted about her from the herbs and incense, absorbing a small necklace as though hoping it would tell her what was it's purpose.
"These are already enchanted are they not?" She asked, glancing at the women setting out hers tock, a quick bite of her breakfast providing a crisp crunch as the fresh fruit was bitten into.
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Yemre
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Why do the truely beautiful souls flock to the destructive deamons among us?
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Post by Yemre on Mar 20, 2005 21:13:10 GMT -5
Yemre smiled at the women gazing at her stores, not having noticed the women appear. "Yes, Those are already enchanted, only simple things, lucidity, endurance, fertility." she listed off, pointed to several pieces as she spoke. A small engraved box was laid down, the cloth that held everything within her original bundle now being folded in the mage's hands.
"However, I doubt you’d need those." the human laughed, picking up a bundle of incense. "These might interest you however, they induce a sense of excitement and heighten the senses. They are very useful to those who rely on focusing others emotions." she offered, the herbs and incense weren’t her work, simply things she bought cheaply and kept about for her own work and to sell at higher prices in better places.
Something about the customer seemed appealing to Yemre, as though she longed to be in the company of the calm, beautiful and at least temporarily perky person. “However, all my services are available, I would be glad to enchant anything you bring me.” She offered, smiling softly in an attempt to not only get a little extra money that day, but also to encourage simple chit chat with the elf.
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Post by harslin on Mar 20, 2005 22:42:30 GMT -5
A young man streched his arms as he exited the tavern. The morning was warm, a nice day would follow hopefully. He diverted his eyes from the early risers looks, he was certianly a sight. Unkept hair and tattered clothes did not usually impress many, he knew this and just smiled down at the ferret that stood loyaly by his side.
The man bent down and stroked the ferret's soft fur. "Looks like another rather welcoming town, eh Bandit?" He chuckled as he cradled the ferret in his arms and started to browse the already set up carts. He reconized a familiar song, one often sung by drunken pirates, but this song came from the voice of a woman instead.
He followed the voice until he found the jewelry cart. The lady already had a customer, so he dawdled about a fishmonger's cart instead. His eyes were upon the finely made jewelry and not the smelly fish, though. He was entranced by the craftsmanship of the exquisute pieces, each was unique.
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Post by Onoyu on Mar 20, 2005 23:25:26 GMT -5
Onoyu smiled, listening to the women’s words as she offered her goods and even her services. Leaning, a few locks of hair fell about the dancers face as she let the scents of the incense work on her attitude and emotion. "Extravagant, obviously well made." She smiled, observing the unkempt man eyeing the jewelry.
"I can see how they would be so useful, they simply work wonders at the first breath." Onoyu laid her hand on the table, placing it over a beautiful bracelet in an attempt to catch the gazing man's attention. "You don't have anything to set one on their toes perhaps? My troupe is performing a sword dance tonight and we need some essence to get the audience awake and alert." she asked, winking at the man by the fish cart in a half seductive, have laughable manner, attempting to draw him over.
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Post by harslin on Mar 21, 2005 0:08:32 GMT -5
He saw the hand and followed it to the face of the customer, she was an elf! He nearly gasped but held it in, determined not to look foolish. She said something about her troupee being in town then she had winked at him!? He smiled back and the ferret in his arms jumped out, bored by his inactivity, and wandered the streets, but no bother he would return.
The man drew nearer, interested now. "You saw you are a dancer? And your troupee is in town, eh?" He faced both the jeweler and elf. He glanced at the jewelry closer, he'd never seen such pieces, almost as if they had an inner glow... "Ma'am, are your pieces blessed or enchanted?"
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Yemre
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Why do the truely beautiful souls flock to the destructive deamons among us?
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Post by Yemre on Mar 21, 2005 13:55:58 GMT -5
Smiling softly, Yemre laid the bundle of arranged incense down after the elf had wafted the scents. "Yes, I do have a sachet of herbs that when boiled produce an intoxicating scent setting all those who can smell them into a state of alertness and rigidity. However, I would warn you they would also affect your company, a great draw back." She offered, noticing the man pull into the conversation.
"All the items at my stall are enchanted with only slight things, except the herbs and incense. Those are simply careful blending and herbal knowledge." She explained, having gotten so accustomed to the faint glow-like sign that an item was enchanted. "The metal work and jewel cutting was that of a trusted friend of mine, an excellent jeweler who works with only the finest quality of items so as to ensure the most effective charms could easily be housed within each item."
Reaching up Yemre drew a few locks of hair back, glancing between the two persons in turn, surprised about her stalls popularity that early in the morning.
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Post by Onoyu on Mar 21, 2005 14:06:18 GMT -5
A slight laugh longed to course through Onoyus body, but was suppressed, only a cocked smile being expressed as the man joined them. He seemed a foolish type, but even she could tell he was not a drunk, nor an idiot. "My troupe is a high-society dancing, theatrical company, however lately there has been difficulty with employment, and so we must perform for the public." She explained after both had finished.
"You are good in warning my, it would not have been wise to cause my partners to be too rigid and tense, it would remove the grace any dance or performance needs." She sighed, removing her hand from the table and rubbing her neck slightly as she yawned, slowly taking a bite from her breakfast after displaying just how early the morning felt to her.
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Post by harslin on Mar 21, 2005 15:18:32 GMT -5
The man nodded, he indeed was foolish. He examined some of the pieces closely, but never touching or picking any up. He was about to say something when a smart nip on his leg drew his attention downward. "Ow, why-" he and his ferret exchanged silent thoughts and his expression changed to a more solemn one.
"I am sorry to leave your magnificent jewelry, ma'am, but I have other business to attend." He bowedshortly to the two ladies before heading to the same tavern he had exited earlier. Except, instead of going in he passed it by and turned into the alley way.
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Yemre
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Why do the truely beautiful souls flock to the destructive deamons among us?
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Post by Yemre on Apr 5, 2005 18:19:10 GMT -5
"My," Laughed Yemre, closing her eyes as the little giggle escaped her. "He was quite to unusual one wasn't he?" Placing one hand behind her the women silently played with the tips of her hair as she awaited the elf's response or intrigues. " the sex of you audience also affects the appropriate herbs, cinnamon for example would give just enough effect to excite the men in the audience without damaging your preformance, however it will have no affect on the women." She continued slowely.
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