Estrellir observed the Dhani bowing and swaying slightly, imitating the serpentine movements that were part of her nature. Amusement shone in her bright eyes, the thrill of manipulating others with words, although it didn't quite touch her lips. Although it was one of the simplest strategies employed by shopkeepers, Estrellir nevertheless enjoyed toying with words, promises and relations. In Kenash, everyone did it, after all.
As she took a first inhale and tasted the smoke in her mouth, the Konti felt how the Dhani was observing and watching her reaction. The slithery gaze wandered over her form, soft and light like a feather. Standing in the center of attention and playing with the spotlight wasn't a pastime Estrellir enjoyed, but the sensation of being watched and being expected to do this or that left her breathless. Both a pleasure and a nuisance it was, in a way. For the moment, she did nothing but inhale and exhale, slightly delaying the comment. The minty scent filled the room between them and smoke drifted up to the ceiling lazily.
“Hm,” she began, blowing thin smoke from her nostrils. “The first impression is rather strong, too strong, I daresay. Perhaps dull it a fraction with a softer undertone? Of course, it depends on who you want to attract: the heavy smoker of strong flavors or the relaxed connoisseur.” Although her eyes were half-closed, her white fingers twitched and their webbing reflected light. It was obvious which she chose for herself.
A question floated into her mind and tugged at her consciousness until she gave in... “By the way, how do you choose stronger or weaker flavors? Does it depend on the ingredients or would it be possible, for example, to make cinnamon a very strong flavor too?”
Then she gave a slight shrug, dropping a few grains of ash. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to taste in the shop. Estrellir preferred the company of herself and her thoughts when smoking. Relaxation was accepted and appreciated in solitude, but in company it dulled her mind and clouded her thoughts. Sharp and reasonable thinking was lost in that deep, dark pond.
As she took a first inhale and tasted the smoke in her mouth, the Konti felt how the Dhani was observing and watching her reaction. The slithery gaze wandered over her form, soft and light like a feather. Standing in the center of attention and playing with the spotlight wasn't a pastime Estrellir enjoyed, but the sensation of being watched and being expected to do this or that left her breathless. Both a pleasure and a nuisance it was, in a way. For the moment, she did nothing but inhale and exhale, slightly delaying the comment. The minty scent filled the room between them and smoke drifted up to the ceiling lazily.
“Hm,” she began, blowing thin smoke from her nostrils. “The first impression is rather strong, too strong, I daresay. Perhaps dull it a fraction with a softer undertone? Of course, it depends on who you want to attract: the heavy smoker of strong flavors or the relaxed connoisseur.” Although her eyes were half-closed, her white fingers twitched and their webbing reflected light. It was obvious which she chose for herself.
A question floated into her mind and tugged at her consciousness until she gave in... “By the way, how do you choose stronger or weaker flavors? Does it depend on the ingredients or would it be possible, for example, to make cinnamon a very strong flavor too?”
Then she gave a slight shrug, dropping a few grains of ash. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to taste in the shop. Estrellir preferred the company of herself and her thoughts when smoking. Relaxation was accepted and appreciated in solitude, but in company it dulled her mind and clouded her thoughts. Sharp and reasonable thinking was lost in that deep, dark pond.
