by Rosela on September 25th, 2012, 9:14 pm
He wanted her to pick the gift? Rosela mentally cursed his consideration. It was very nice and all to let her pick her own gift, but how was she supposed to decide his budget? If she went too big, he’d balk and she’d end up with nothing. If she went too small, she’d end up with a cheap tiddlybit that she didn’t really want in the first place. Thinking quickly, she figured on a 5sm limit, to stay under what he'd just spent on himself.
As Elem paid, Rosela gave the stall a quick look-over. He was right; there really wasn’t anything in the place that appealed to her, even for a freebie. If she had been smart about it, she would have gotten even cozier with him, and gotten not just a gift, but a nice gift. Oh well, it was said and done and any affection now would probably look suspicious, getting her no gift at all and a likely a bad reputation.
Meandering after him into the leather shop, she looked into the bare “women’s” section. Ugly purses, bracelets, and boots abound. She kept an eye on Elem though, ready to let him know at a moment’s notice if anything he tried on was tacky. While his attention was off of her, she gave him a good look up and down. He obviously wasn’t particularly wealthy, and if he was, he was one of those dreadful types that didn’t like to “flaunt it”. He was too subdued to be a brash warrior, and not opinionated enough to be any kindof trainer or schoolmaster. Librarian? Healer? Gardener?
Her ears grew however, when she saw the shopkeeper notice his necklace. Sliding to his side, she leaned over his shoulder as he bent over. ”Ooo, Society? What kind of a society, the secret kind?” She made a squeal of excitement as the belt was presented. ”How pretty! That would look fantastic with your new clothes.” It wasn’t really her style, but it honestly would look good on him, so long as he stuck to her color palette.
A glint of color flashed across the table, and she looked up to see the sun passing through the jewelry stall next door. Immediately drawn to the shine of precious metals, she left Elem’s side and wandered over. The stall was obviously going for an exotic appeal, as the style was far more unusual than she’d seen actually worn around Riverfall. She recognized a few bracelets and rings as Eyktol-influenced, but the rest were a mystery. A rack of torcs caught her eye, and the price tag behind them proclaimed them to be within her gift-range. The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man who’d spent a few too many days in the sun, finished with another customer and bustled over.
“Aaah, one of the lovely Eypharian women, come to peruse my wares. You’ve got an eye for style, I can tell!” Rosela raised an eyebrow and offered a sardonic half smile, but remained silent for his sales pitch. “We have many lovely pieces from the sands of Eyktol, maybe a little reminder of home?”
She looked more closely at the presented row of torcs and prepared her criticism. Exoticism could be found in better work elsewhere, and for much better-
The last one on the rack held her attention and she gently reached out to pluck it off. It was a copper torc, with two jackal heads at its ends, carved from bone. Copper and bone weren’t exactly her usual fare, but the style reminded her so strongly of the jewelry worn in Ahnatep that she almost sighed dramatically.
“The Eypharian Jackal, fine choice, fine choice.” He have her such a pitiful look that Rosela wanted to claw his eyes out. “Memories, hm? Did your family have one?”
”No,” she lied quickly and instinctually, reluctant to let this stranger into her memories. Turning to Elem, she summoned back her friendliness and brandished the torc. ”Elem? What do you think, is it me?”
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Rosela on October 2nd, 2012, 8:38 pm, edited 1 time in total.