Kharasa of East Winds House Location: The Serpent's Elixirs within the Pavilion Timestamp: 1 Spring 512 AV Kharasa peered into the cramped tent and a look of distaste crossed her delicate features. She could use an elixir for her skin, but really, the things a woman had to go through for beauty! Her scornful gaze passed over Rasken and moved onto his much better looking assistant, Hajirah. Hunching over was quite distasteful and she crouched quickly to get through the opening. Seating herself with haste, Kharasa took a moment to smooth her silk lavender skirt around her long, shapely legs. While she approved the other girl's dress coloring, she would greatly benefit from one of her skin gilding sessions. "Hajirah darling, you really must consult with me and get your skin gold tinted. It really would bring out your eyes more." The young woman smiled at the noble, but didn't reply to that. She'd never be able to afford Khara's high end prices. Instead she spoke to Rasken in a hissing, spitting snake tongue to order the Noble's usual tonic. The Dhani gave a scornful half hiss at someone wanting honey with his elixir, but Kharasa politely ignored it. "One Cheva’s Grace and a spoonful of acacia honey." said Hajirah, setting down the vivid orange tonic. Just as the Noble put the gold on the table, a sudden noise erupted right outside the tent. "Ya stole it you filthy thief! I won't have no one astealin' my things! I growed that fruit fair and square!" cried out a vendor. "It's not stealing to offer a real price on your bruised fruit! You're lucky I'm even looking at it you ingrate!" The prospective buyer angrily threw the badly bruised fruit back at the vendor, accidentally knocking over a large heap of produce. With an offended and angry yell, they set upon each other like bickering dogs, snarling and snapping. The two large men pounded at each other, falling over onto the side of The Serpent's Elixirs tent. Abruptly it caved in under the weight of two volatile combative people while Kharasa and Hajirah screamed in panic, pinned under the weight of both people and the tent. Rasken hissed and spit, his muscles coiling and writhing as he changed shape under duress, taking up even more room in the squashed tent. The two Eypharian girls and the Dhani were trapped helplessly beneath the large brawny men as they fought each other vehemently. |