Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
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Post by Citrine on Feb 13, 2019 19:51:58 GMT
Content to let Prosperina entertain Enchee, the mouse still unnerved her a tiny bit, Citrine busied herself by looking at the other wares - holding up some to the light and simply touching others just to touch - but listening closely to the conversation taking place. She could relate to the words coming from the tiefling. It seemed the devil-race was just as condemned here in Faerun as they were in her homeworld. The major difference here seeming that there wasn't a city that welcomed them with open arms and, in fact, cherished such bloodlines.
Of course the blood wasn't wrong - more often than not the family history did in fact show an 'unsavory' secret - least in her experience. But what was unsavory to some was quite pleasant to another, as her own profession proved time and time again. The stereotype of tieflings being walking curses was laughable however, and Citrine did snort when Prosperina mentioned plaguing crops and ruining children. She had her own laundry list of superstitions, but at least she acknoweldged them as such! Devil blood wasn't plague blood, Goddess.
"Been 'ere on'y ah few weeks meself sae far." Citrine threw in as Thea excused herself to assist a grumpy dwarf well out of his element. She'd had to bit her tongue hard to keep from interjecting there with a stream of opinions and thoughts. "Meebe going more on ah few months, really. An' seen all sorts as well." She agreed, backing up her point of Waterdeep being a diverse city.
With one ear in one conversation and the other with the dwarf, Citrine felt in her element of bouncing back and forth. Her sharp-hearing ears kept her up to speed in both, enjoying the fun of being in two 'places' at once. She'd not interrupt and ruin the chance of Thea losing a sale though, she'd feel horrid if that happened. If she was asked her opinion on a bauble or trinket, or for a woman's weight on a matter, she'd speak up. But she would not stick her foot in her mouth and ruin it for the glassblower.
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Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
Posts: 328
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Post by Citrine on Feb 18, 2019 17:05:03 GMT
"Aye'm staying en teh Ship's Prow Inn." Citrine continued the light discussion of how long they'd been in the city. "Just ask teh front desk fer me, and Aye'll hear ye've been askin' fer me ef Aye'm nae't there."
Thea was now fully into a discussion with the dwarf, Enchee still engrossed with Prosperina, and Prosperina herself seemed to have the pristine social graces to answer such questions without much trouble. "Ef either o' ye are around, please, stop en an' say 'ello. Perhaps we can get drinks sometime!" She'd enjoy seeing the two others outside of an exhibit opening - even if one of them had a rodent for a companion.
A new set of potential customers entered the store and Citrine, worried that her wings would end up causing moer trouble than her coin purse would allow when around this many people, smoothly stepped into the conversation a brief second, to bid goodbye. "Aye'll be taking me leave nae Thea, ye've more important things tae focus on then chatter. Aye'm lookin' forward tae seein' how ye business expands o'er teh next months." She nodded her head in a sort of salute bow of goodbye, then a similar hello and goodbye to the dwarf as pardon for interrupting their conversation.
Stepping out of the shop Citrine immediately opened her wings to their full extent and lifted into the sky, just enough to hover above the building skyline. Oooh, yes. This was wonderful. Though she hadn't been constrained, per say, the nervous 'itch' of being in a delicate place like a glassblower's shop had made her wings ache - she couldn't open her wings, so she'd wanted to. Hovering above the Trade District, the Ship's Prow Inn an eye catching landmark, the prow jutting into the air. Further behind that was the shipyard, the sea beautiful beyond there. Sea breeze ruffled into her hair as she hovered, a pull of something to the south itching the back of her head, sounding annoying like Holly when she was on her high horse of nagging. Out of principle Citrine ignored it, it couldn't be that important, now could it?
--Citrine has left the topic-- Word count: 4,486. When topic is closed for submission, I'd like all rewards in exp (estimated 898 rounded up exp to Citrine)
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Post by pastels on Feb 19, 2019 5:27:11 GMT
Thea disappeared from her sight as she explained, no doubt attending to a new customer. As the seconds ticked past, Citrine too excused herself from the conversation and left the guild hall, but not before dropping a friendly invitation to visit her at the Ship’s Prow Inn. Now that was an offer Proserpina considered making in the future; they were both in the Dock Ward, after all, and she had never been the shy type. It would be a shame to miss the opportunity to make friends. She nodded at the offer and smiled back. “And I trust you’ve heard where I perform. ‘Til next we meet, Citrine!”
Speaking of that…
“Now, I would love to stay and chat,” the tiefling said as she ran her fingers over her ears, tucking back the loose curls which escaped from the confines of her updo. “But it’s nearly time for the early lunch rush, and I must return to The Blue Mermaid. You do not know just how picky some folk are about what they’re listening to while nibbling on blanched greens!” Proserpina took a quick breath and stared down at the goblin girl, her features still awash in warmth and—was that mischief? “Until next time, dear. Try to stay out of trouble, hmm? Lighter fingers, better words.”
She winked, then turned and headed for the door. As she passed by the artisan and her prospective client—a grumpy-looking dwarf—Proserpina waited for a pause before speaking up, “Well, Thea, ‘tis lovely meeting you, but now I must bid you farewell. My own duties call! You may not need much luck, but I wish it upon you today.” The tiefling brought her hand over her heart and sighed, in a light mimicry of drama and regret, then added, clearly in reference to their discussion about accessories earlier, “I wasn’t able to purchase a trinket… But that only leaves the promise of a future visit, yes? I look forward to it!”
Proserpina smiled down at the dwarf and the artisan, curtsied once more to the latter, and strode out the room in an elegant, flowing line of white cloth and twinkling gold.
(Word Count: 4,530, EXP reward please!)
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 19, 2019 20:41:52 GMT
“Can you tell me something about your wife, Mr. Loderr?” Thea asked. The dwarf hadn’t really bothered with the necklaces, glancing down at them then back at Thea despite how she’d lingered on them, so Thea was pretty sure he wasn’t terribly interested. All the same, those were usually the most straightforward of gifts. Orsik’s arms twitched, as if he were aching to cross them over his chest once more, but he left them at his side. “… Can’t see why you’d need to know that,” he glanced down at the table, making a little snorting sound into his beard. “Can’t you just – just – tell me something a woman’d like?” Thea glanced up at Citrine’s announcement that she was making her exit, flashing her a grateful smile. “Lovely to meet you, Citrine Redbriar,” Thea gave her another half-bow, before shifting her attention back to Orsik. “In my experience, different women like different things,” Thea told Orsik. “A necklace that one adores might be too impractical for another. Does your wife wear jewelry at all? Like a bracelet or a necklace?” Orsik shook his head. “I can’t imagine she’d want something so – so – ” he glanced back down at the shimmering necklaces hanging off the table. “Well, it’s a bit useless, isn’t it? She’s busy, chasing around the kids, working with her hands. It’d get broken, something like that.” He was thawing, slowly, as if warming to the idea of picking out the present. “I see,” Thea wrinkled her nose, turning back to the table. Orsik had come here to get a present, not to a shop where he could get a sturdy pan or a new tool, so that told her he wanted something beautiful – but not something that would break easily. “You have little ones at home?” She smiled at him. “… Two,” Orsik scowled. “They’d break these fripperies faster than I could get them in the door.” He huffed. Proserpina passed next, and Thea turned to smile at her as well. “A pleasure, Proserpina Fellsong – I’ll come and find you for that song!” She turned back towards Orsik, leaving just a fragment of her attention on Enchee. In truth, she didn’t think the little goblin would try anything else, after the encounter they’d all just had. She wasn’t exactly sure when Enchee slipped out, but she did, with nothing else disturbed. “This was a mistake,” Orsik huffed, a little more comfortable, Thea thought, now that the other three had left. “I don’t know what to get her,” he glanced at Thea, scowling again, then looked back down at the table. “She deserves something beautiful, but – this stuff’ll break as fast as you look at it, what with work and the little ones. I don’t see how – what – ” Thea glanced around at the shop, looking the exhibition up and down. Suddenly, she grinned, turning back to Orsik. “I have an idea, Mr. Loderr.” A quarter hour later, Orsik Loderr followed Citrine, Proserpina and Enchee from the shop, a light shining in his eyes, a precious hanging glass ornament which had been thoroughly wrapped and padded now clutched in his hands. Thea watched him go with a broad smile, surveying her now somewhat diminished exhibit, thoroughly pleased with the day already. Yes, this was nearly as good as being in her workshop; Thea was already sure she would like Waterdeep, very much indeed.
~Fin~
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