Ayana and Nasrin begin work on building their home.
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Built high in the massive branches of Taldera's bloodwood forest, The Spires is a city crafted by the peaceful and scholarly Jamoura. Considered a haven for scholars and sages Mizahar-wide, The Spires is a mecca of philosophy and science that draws people from far and wide with its promise of deeper thinking and higher reasoning.
by Ayana on October 12th, 2012, 5:12 am
Ayana pressed her lips together anxiously, nodding her head at Nasrin's request. It would be better to do it quick, one sharp movement of pain, instead of drawing it out. Though, she was worried about the state Nasrin's skin would be left in. "Do you have something to put on your skin after our work is done? To help with the redness?" She asked, hoping that one of the many products Nasrin carried would be able to help with the mark that would undoubtedly be left.
Her fingers took hold of the glove, again, being very careful to keep from getting her fingers stuck with glue. She looked down to meet the eyes of her friend. "Okay, I'm going to pull it off on 5. One, two.." She ripped the glove off before three, the white material putting up a heavy resistance, but pulled free nonetheless. There was an angry, red print left on Nasrin's forehead, Ayana wincing slightly at the sight. |
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by Nasrin on October 13th, 2012, 12:50 am
Nasrin nodded, her eyes watering slightly in anticipation. Yes, she had a soothing cream that would ease the sting and reduce any redness; back at the inn. That meant she was going to have to walk all the way from here to Grath's Rest looking as if someone slapped her across the forehead in anger. How utterly humiliating.
"Y-yes, I have a lavendar cold cream that will help. Alright. I'll be ready on fi-AAAAH!"
The only thing the Jamoura understood was the end, as exclamations of pain are universal. Ayana had pulled the oldest trick in the book, ripping the glove from her face before even the count of three. Though it caused her to yelp loudly and all of the surrounding workers got a hearty chuckle, it did not actually hurt too badly thanks to the element of surprise. Huffing in embarrassment, Nasrin stood tall, taking her glove from Ayana.
"I think I am done building house for today, Ayana. I see you at inn." |
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