Post by Admin on Nov 20, 2013 9:59:28 GMT -5
(21:19:32 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: -I stood in the shop admiring the two small tables that were there in the corner. They would fit nicely into my main living room I mused. Removing a glove I ran my finger over the wood and along the edge. I then inspected where the legs met the bottom of the table. I could feel the man's eyes on me, watching and waiting, but I took my time to have a good look. It was my coin I was parting with and I didn't want something that was poorly constructed-
(21:23:38 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I actually stumble into a shop that looks like it might fit the bill, not paying attention as I barge through the door I nearly run you over, stepping to the side at the last moment and crash into one of the pieces of furniture that was near you. Knocking it over and causing some sort of a domino effect, three chairs fell to the ground, a table tipped over. I stand there looking around and then I point at you and shrug my shoulders as the shopkeep comes storming out to inspect the damage.
(21:26:56 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -and there I was, minding my own business, crouched there inspecting the two tables when all the sudden things were crashing down around me. I rose with a look of horror as things tumbled down. I turned to see you....eyes narrowed....bosk in a china shop came to mind....and then you pointed at ME as the shop keeper came running back to the floor. My jaw slackened neath the veils and eyes of blue went wide. I stammered out-....You.....YOU....did this! Not me!!!
(21:33:57 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I look around, bull in a china shop indeed. I obviously did not belong in this shop with all these nice things. I look up to the shopkeeper who looks more than a little annoyed with the whole situation, and then I look back at you, who looks even more annoyed with the situation. I reach down and start setting the table and chairs up in the correct manner, my huge thick digits rubbing over the ornate carving and filigree. "Well, you see, I came in the door, and there she was, and well I did not want to run anyone over, I mean I of course did not want to hurt one of your paying customers." I tell the owner of the shop, "so I guess...... technically, uhm, she was the one in the way?" He grunts and inspects the chairs seeing that there is no damage, and the table, he does not even speak to me as he heads back into the back again. I considered that I probably was not going to get a good deal on a piece of kalana wood now. "Hi there! My name is Exavier Exeter, a petitioner of Minus!" I have good cheer and a big smile, wondering if you were the type to hold a grudge.
(21:39:07 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I watched you try to put things back and had to laugh. It was clear you had no idea how to arrange it. I took the chairs and set the right then grabbed my gloves off the desk nearby. Listening to you speak to the man I stood there and looked at the door then to you and where I'd been. Well now I felt bad as it was my fault. I looked at the man as he inspected his things and murmured-...I'll pay for any damages Sir....-he simply looked at me before storming off. I then looked up at you once you introduced yourself and I nodded. I had seen you go into the Inn and in the Square, something was different though and I stood there staring at you a few moments then realized I was staring. I smiled and nodded-....nice to ....bump...into you Exavier, I'm Gabriella of Ar, resident scribe of Minus. Nice to finally meet you...-yes, you were the one all the women were swooning over today in the square. I couldn't help but smile and my eyes would reflect it as the lines curled a bit. No I wasn't one to hold a grudge, life was too short for such silly things-
(21:43:40 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : "ah well, it was almost a bump, narrowly averted at the last moment M'Lady" I say to you as I smile. Of course in the North there were no castes, and I'd been trained to be a blacksmith in the Torvaldslands but that said, I was in the south now where the normal blacksmith was illiterate and one of the lowly castes. You were a scribe, one of the high castes. I look over the chairs and table again, nothing damaged to my eye. I then stand up to my full six foot four inch height again. "Ah, nice to meet another member of the town of Minus, I am sorry if I interrupted your." I said looking around at all the expensive goods, "shopping." Thought I'd been rich at one point in my life, now I survived on what I could earn from smithing, a few chests of gems I'd retained and the sea sleen pelts that my men on the Thassa collected. It would take years worth of my wages to buy even one of the chairs. "do they sell anything made with kalana wood in here? I was hoping to get a few scraps of it for a project I am working on."
(21:49:16 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -looking at you while you spoke, nodding a bit about it being nice to meet other members of Minus then I shook my head as you weren't interrupting, you were quite a pleasant diversion I'd muse to myself-....you are not interrupting, I'm looking, but not finding what I really want so for now, I'm passing time....-I was picky on furniture and missed the furniture makers I'd known in Ar. I looked about as you asked about kalana wood and would move to a nice piece of furniture, a small desk then I'd turn to you-....this piece, is kalana wood. I do know he keeps a good stock in the back and has a warehouse close to choose raw wood, I've been there...-my hand slid against the wood as I did admire a fine piece of quality crafted furniture. I then smiled-....Do you make furniture?....-I knew from knowing Julia, Chloe and Destriant that Torvies held no particular caste and were quite skilled in many areas which I found fascinating and was a bit envious about at times-
(21:54:06 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I follow your motion towards the small desk, considering that the owner of the shop would perhaps have issues with me breaking a couple of legs off the desk to use. Then I perk up hearing you say that he had some in the back, "do you know the owner of this shop? I am afraid he will not be too excited to deal with me after I nearly broke furniture worth more than I make in a year." I say considering that, and then I hear your question about what I do for a living, "well, I am a man of many trades." I did not mention that I'd been a slaver, merc, Ubar of Prison Moon Village, or any of the other stations I'd occupied, "But my main profession is that of a humble blacksmith." I say with a nod, "and I have been contracted to create a very intricate piece that will require a mold, so I guess in this case I will be setting up a foundry instead of a forge." I say considering that, "if I can carve the wood to the specifications requested I can then pour steel into a mold made from it."
(21:59:26 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -glancing back to the closed door but I knew he was listening intently on the other side. I nodded as you asked if I knew him-....Yes, I do, my family has been dealing with him for some time....-I then listened as you spoke again. Eyes lingering at your face out of habit as I liked to look at a person when I spoke to them. Listening about the piece you were creating and needing the wood for a mold.-....Just a moment then, I will see if he has what you need here in the back....-I moved to the door and before I could knock Gregor came out, he'd calmed quite a bit and smiled as I asked him about the wood. He looked to you then to me and said he had a few piece in the back and pointed the way to us both. I smiled and nodded-....Thank you Gregor....-I then looked to you and moved thru the open door and thru another door that led to his stockroom that had shelf after shelf of various pieces of wood. I did love the smell of this room and stepped out of the way so you could enter and check things out for yourself-
(22:03:24 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I walk past you and into the storage room that he used, it did smell from different types of wood, one section reminded me of my flagship, the Eye of the Beholder, that was still out on the Thassa an would never make it to Minus, I would miss that ship, though I would retain ownership and hand over the running of day to day operations to my Captain, Omega Stormreaver. "Ahhhh yes, this is absolutely perfect!" I say obviously delighted that I'd found the right spot, I look through the shelves, and then move on towards where he keeps his scrap, finding two pieces of kalana wood that were certainly big enough for what I needed to do. "these will be just right, I wonder how much he charges for his scrap wood?" I consider that, my coins supply was running low but I was nowhere near out yet, "oh yes! Do you think he might have any old carving kits? The blades perhaps need to be sharpened and he has no use for them?" I would need to find something cheap, as well if I bought something worth an obscene amount of money it would ruin the whole facade that I was a pauper blacksmith.
(22:09:09 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I couldn't help but smile seeing your delight in finding what you needed. As you asked about the cost and carving kits I smiled-....let me go and check with him. I'll be right back....-I turned and went thru to speak to Gregor about the cost of the scraps and carving kit. He showed me a used one he was selling and I nodded, taking it from him and fishing into my pouch for the silver he was demanding. I gave it to him and smiled-....such a generous man to give these items to the man, he will be very pleased, such a dear friend Gregor, my thanks!....-I then strolled back and waved the case that held the carving kit and looked at the wood-....he said take what you need in the scraps and he has this old kit he's willing to part with out of my friendship with him and bringing in clients for his pieces of furniture....-I was always willing to help out others, what good was coin when you couldn't do good with it and a lil white lie, it never hurt anyone now did it? Gregor would go along with it being a generous gift as he knew I'd send more patrons his way in the future-
(22:17:15 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I stood there, feeling somewhat out of place next to all the nice things in the shop. The soot from the forge was nearly permanently ingrained into every part of my body, a rare bath today had me smelling of sandalwood instead of sweat, and I was wearing a clean tunic and leathers. I almost felt dressed up, but not nearly dressed up enough to be in a shop like this. I wring my hands a bit as you go off to talk with him, and hoped I had enough coppers in my coin pouch to pay whatever the cost was for the wood and carving kit. I thought perhaps if I did not, I could try and trade, I did bring several fire opals with me to the market, and a couple of schendi diamonds, though I did not tell people I had them. I was sure that the shop keeper would not just give away such an extensive carving kit, nor probably even just scrap kalana wood. When you come back and give them both to me I smile broadly and look over the kit before stuffing it into a pouch on my weapons harness. "You are too kinds Gabriella" I say with a smile, again pretending that I thought you did not pay for them, though I knew that you did. "For all of your help, perhaps I can convince you to take a small gift from me." I say fishing around in one of the pouches on my weapons harness and taking out a fire opal from it. I found this rock the other day, and I would like you to have it, it is probably not worth much but I thought it was pretty." I say handing it to you, it is about the size of the end of your thumb, three or four karats at least and certainly worth as much as the silver coin you paid for the carving kit.
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(22:25:47 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I smiled as you didn't protest the giving of the items. I did wonder if you knew or not but it didn't matter. You were happy with your find and I was happy to help as I could. I would dip my head in respect as you spoke and smiled-....Thank you Exavier, glad I could help....-on hearing you wanted to give me something I was about to shake my head an protest until....yea, until I saw the gem. I was glad I had veils on then as you produced it and my eyes snapped open. I tried to be calm but it was gorgeous and I loved opals, I wasn't a diamond woman, they were common. I enjoyed things that weren't so common. I wasn't wearing my gloves so my bare fingers curled around it, letting it slide into my hand you'd hear the gasp and then I looked at you. A wry grin formed under the veils as I toyed with the gem-....a very nice rock indeed Exavier, thank you, I shall treasure it....-you weren't as dumb as you let on or as poor, I liked that and then had to laugh while tucking the opal away, glancing at you I'd say nothing more but the eyes, yes they showed the amusement of the game that had just been played. Your secret would be safe with me. I was the keeper of alot of folks secrets like this-
(22:30:54 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I was totally convinced that I had pulled the whole simple blacksmith thing off to perfection. Not being able to see your face under the veils that you wore, or your smile when you took the opal from me. I considered how I had come upon the gem, having been given in tribute by a jeweler that wanted to live in Prison Moon Village when I served as Ubar. I thought for a moment about just how long ago that was, I'd had many of my things for far too long. I saw you slip the gem away and I smile warmly again, "Well, I will leave you to your shopping, my thanks for your assistance in helping me find the materials I need to produce the shears I was contracted for." I looked over to the owner of the shop, who seemed pleased with the whole transaction, and was probably happy that he did not have to deal with some big dumb blacksmith who wouldn't know a quality piece of furniture if it jumped up and bit him.
(22:33:35 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I grinned and would look about as I was ready to head back to Minus. My shopping trip a bust but I'd continue to search-....if you need my help again, let me know Exavier....-I moved toward the door of the main show room and continued toward the main entrance. I glanced back and my head dipped gently in a nod. I was then out in the street to head home as lips curled into a smile. Yes your new look suited you and I could see why the women in the Square had been gossiping now-
(22:37:50 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I grin again, a wide one. "It was very nice to meet you Gabriella, I am sure we will bump into each other again in Minus soon enough, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your assistance on this day." I peer over at the shop keeper, who really looks impatient to have me outside now that my business is concluded. "Safe travels" I say as I cut the other way when we head out of the shop, walking over towards the tables for a few minutes before I went to bed.
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: -I stood in the shop admiring the two small tables that were there in the corner. They would fit nicely into my main living room I mused. Removing a glove I ran my finger over the wood and along the edge. I then inspected where the legs met the bottom of the table. I could feel the man's eyes on me, watching and waiting, but I took my time to have a good look. It was my coin I was parting with and I didn't want something that was poorly constructed-
(21:23:38 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I actually stumble into a shop that looks like it might fit the bill, not paying attention as I barge through the door I nearly run you over, stepping to the side at the last moment and crash into one of the pieces of furniture that was near you. Knocking it over and causing some sort of a domino effect, three chairs fell to the ground, a table tipped over. I stand there looking around and then I point at you and shrug my shoulders as the shopkeep comes storming out to inspect the damage.
(21:26:56 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -and there I was, minding my own business, crouched there inspecting the two tables when all the sudden things were crashing down around me. I rose with a look of horror as things tumbled down. I turned to see you....eyes narrowed....bosk in a china shop came to mind....and then you pointed at ME as the shop keeper came running back to the floor. My jaw slackened neath the veils and eyes of blue went wide. I stammered out-....You.....YOU....did this! Not me!!!
(21:33:57 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I look around, bull in a china shop indeed. I obviously did not belong in this shop with all these nice things. I look up to the shopkeeper who looks more than a little annoyed with the whole situation, and then I look back at you, who looks even more annoyed with the situation. I reach down and start setting the table and chairs up in the correct manner, my huge thick digits rubbing over the ornate carving and filigree. "Well, you see, I came in the door, and there she was, and well I did not want to run anyone over, I mean I of course did not want to hurt one of your paying customers." I tell the owner of the shop, "so I guess...... technically, uhm, she was the one in the way?" He grunts and inspects the chairs seeing that there is no damage, and the table, he does not even speak to me as he heads back into the back again. I considered that I probably was not going to get a good deal on a piece of kalana wood now. "Hi there! My name is Exavier Exeter, a petitioner of Minus!" I have good cheer and a big smile, wondering if you were the type to hold a grudge.
(21:39:07 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I watched you try to put things back and had to laugh. It was clear you had no idea how to arrange it. I took the chairs and set the right then grabbed my gloves off the desk nearby. Listening to you speak to the man I stood there and looked at the door then to you and where I'd been. Well now I felt bad as it was my fault. I looked at the man as he inspected his things and murmured-...I'll pay for any damages Sir....-he simply looked at me before storming off. I then looked up at you once you introduced yourself and I nodded. I had seen you go into the Inn and in the Square, something was different though and I stood there staring at you a few moments then realized I was staring. I smiled and nodded-....nice to ....bump...into you Exavier, I'm Gabriella of Ar, resident scribe of Minus. Nice to finally meet you...-yes, you were the one all the women were swooning over today in the square. I couldn't help but smile and my eyes would reflect it as the lines curled a bit. No I wasn't one to hold a grudge, life was too short for such silly things-
(21:43:40 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : "ah well, it was almost a bump, narrowly averted at the last moment M'Lady" I say to you as I smile. Of course in the North there were no castes, and I'd been trained to be a blacksmith in the Torvaldslands but that said, I was in the south now where the normal blacksmith was illiterate and one of the lowly castes. You were a scribe, one of the high castes. I look over the chairs and table again, nothing damaged to my eye. I then stand up to my full six foot four inch height again. "Ah, nice to meet another member of the town of Minus, I am sorry if I interrupted your." I said looking around at all the expensive goods, "shopping." Thought I'd been rich at one point in my life, now I survived on what I could earn from smithing, a few chests of gems I'd retained and the sea sleen pelts that my men on the Thassa collected. It would take years worth of my wages to buy even one of the chairs. "do they sell anything made with kalana wood in here? I was hoping to get a few scraps of it for a project I am working on."
(21:49:16 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -looking at you while you spoke, nodding a bit about it being nice to meet other members of Minus then I shook my head as you weren't interrupting, you were quite a pleasant diversion I'd muse to myself-....you are not interrupting, I'm looking, but not finding what I really want so for now, I'm passing time....-I was picky on furniture and missed the furniture makers I'd known in Ar. I looked about as you asked about kalana wood and would move to a nice piece of furniture, a small desk then I'd turn to you-....this piece, is kalana wood. I do know he keeps a good stock in the back and has a warehouse close to choose raw wood, I've been there...-my hand slid against the wood as I did admire a fine piece of quality crafted furniture. I then smiled-....Do you make furniture?....-I knew from knowing Julia, Chloe and Destriant that Torvies held no particular caste and were quite skilled in many areas which I found fascinating and was a bit envious about at times-
(21:54:06 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I follow your motion towards the small desk, considering that the owner of the shop would perhaps have issues with me breaking a couple of legs off the desk to use. Then I perk up hearing you say that he had some in the back, "do you know the owner of this shop? I am afraid he will not be too excited to deal with me after I nearly broke furniture worth more than I make in a year." I say considering that, and then I hear your question about what I do for a living, "well, I am a man of many trades." I did not mention that I'd been a slaver, merc, Ubar of Prison Moon Village, or any of the other stations I'd occupied, "But my main profession is that of a humble blacksmith." I say with a nod, "and I have been contracted to create a very intricate piece that will require a mold, so I guess in this case I will be setting up a foundry instead of a forge." I say considering that, "if I can carve the wood to the specifications requested I can then pour steel into a mold made from it."
(21:59:26 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -glancing back to the closed door but I knew he was listening intently on the other side. I nodded as you asked if I knew him-....Yes, I do, my family has been dealing with him for some time....-I then listened as you spoke again. Eyes lingering at your face out of habit as I liked to look at a person when I spoke to them. Listening about the piece you were creating and needing the wood for a mold.-....Just a moment then, I will see if he has what you need here in the back....-I moved to the door and before I could knock Gregor came out, he'd calmed quite a bit and smiled as I asked him about the wood. He looked to you then to me and said he had a few piece in the back and pointed the way to us both. I smiled and nodded-....Thank you Gregor....-I then looked to you and moved thru the open door and thru another door that led to his stockroom that had shelf after shelf of various pieces of wood. I did love the smell of this room and stepped out of the way so you could enter and check things out for yourself-
(22:03:24 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I walk past you and into the storage room that he used, it did smell from different types of wood, one section reminded me of my flagship, the Eye of the Beholder, that was still out on the Thassa an would never make it to Minus, I would miss that ship, though I would retain ownership and hand over the running of day to day operations to my Captain, Omega Stormreaver. "Ahhhh yes, this is absolutely perfect!" I say obviously delighted that I'd found the right spot, I look through the shelves, and then move on towards where he keeps his scrap, finding two pieces of kalana wood that were certainly big enough for what I needed to do. "these will be just right, I wonder how much he charges for his scrap wood?" I consider that, my coins supply was running low but I was nowhere near out yet, "oh yes! Do you think he might have any old carving kits? The blades perhaps need to be sharpened and he has no use for them?" I would need to find something cheap, as well if I bought something worth an obscene amount of money it would ruin the whole facade that I was a pauper blacksmith.
(22:09:09 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I couldn't help but smile seeing your delight in finding what you needed. As you asked about the cost and carving kits I smiled-....let me go and check with him. I'll be right back....-I turned and went thru to speak to Gregor about the cost of the scraps and carving kit. He showed me a used one he was selling and I nodded, taking it from him and fishing into my pouch for the silver he was demanding. I gave it to him and smiled-....such a generous man to give these items to the man, he will be very pleased, such a dear friend Gregor, my thanks!....-I then strolled back and waved the case that held the carving kit and looked at the wood-....he said take what you need in the scraps and he has this old kit he's willing to part with out of my friendship with him and bringing in clients for his pieces of furniture....-I was always willing to help out others, what good was coin when you couldn't do good with it and a lil white lie, it never hurt anyone now did it? Gregor would go along with it being a generous gift as he knew I'd send more patrons his way in the future-
(22:17:15 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I stood there, feeling somewhat out of place next to all the nice things in the shop. The soot from the forge was nearly permanently ingrained into every part of my body, a rare bath today had me smelling of sandalwood instead of sweat, and I was wearing a clean tunic and leathers. I almost felt dressed up, but not nearly dressed up enough to be in a shop like this. I wring my hands a bit as you go off to talk with him, and hoped I had enough coppers in my coin pouch to pay whatever the cost was for the wood and carving kit. I thought perhaps if I did not, I could try and trade, I did bring several fire opals with me to the market, and a couple of schendi diamonds, though I did not tell people I had them. I was sure that the shop keeper would not just give away such an extensive carving kit, nor probably even just scrap kalana wood. When you come back and give them both to me I smile broadly and look over the kit before stuffing it into a pouch on my weapons harness. "You are too kinds Gabriella" I say with a smile, again pretending that I thought you did not pay for them, though I knew that you did. "For all of your help, perhaps I can convince you to take a small gift from me." I say fishing around in one of the pouches on my weapons harness and taking out a fire opal from it. I found this rock the other day, and I would like you to have it, it is probably not worth much but I thought it was pretty." I say handing it to you, it is about the size of the end of your thumb, three or four karats at least and certainly worth as much as the silver coin you paid for the carving kit.
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(22:25:47 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I smiled as you didn't protest the giving of the items. I did wonder if you knew or not but it didn't matter. You were happy with your find and I was happy to help as I could. I would dip my head in respect as you spoke and smiled-....Thank you Exavier, glad I could help....-on hearing you wanted to give me something I was about to shake my head an protest until....yea, until I saw the gem. I was glad I had veils on then as you produced it and my eyes snapped open. I tried to be calm but it was gorgeous and I loved opals, I wasn't a diamond woman, they were common. I enjoyed things that weren't so common. I wasn't wearing my gloves so my bare fingers curled around it, letting it slide into my hand you'd hear the gasp and then I looked at you. A wry grin formed under the veils as I toyed with the gem-....a very nice rock indeed Exavier, thank you, I shall treasure it....-you weren't as dumb as you let on or as poor, I liked that and then had to laugh while tucking the opal away, glancing at you I'd say nothing more but the eyes, yes they showed the amusement of the game that had just been played. Your secret would be safe with me. I was the keeper of alot of folks secrets like this-
(22:30:54 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I was totally convinced that I had pulled the whole simple blacksmith thing off to perfection. Not being able to see your face under the veils that you wore, or your smile when you took the opal from me. I considered how I had come upon the gem, having been given in tribute by a jeweler that wanted to live in Prison Moon Village when I served as Ubar. I thought for a moment about just how long ago that was, I'd had many of my things for far too long. I saw you slip the gem away and I smile warmly again, "Well, I will leave you to your shopping, my thanks for your assistance in helping me find the materials I need to produce the shears I was contracted for." I looked over to the owner of the shop, who seemed pleased with the whole transaction, and was probably happy that he did not have to deal with some big dumb blacksmith who wouldn't know a quality piece of furniture if it jumped up and bit him.
(22:33:35 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..
Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|
-[within a market shop]-
says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I grinned and would look about as I was ready to head back to Minus. My shopping trip a bust but I'd continue to search-....if you need my help again, let me know Exavier....-I moved toward the door of the main show room and continued toward the main entrance. I glanced back and my head dipped gently in a nod. I was then out in the street to head home as lips curled into a smile. Yes your new look suited you and I could see why the women in the Square had been gossiping now-
(22:37:50 )
|..Exavier Exeter..|
-[within a market shop]-
says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I grin again, a wide one. "It was very nice to meet you Gabriella, I am sure we will bump into each other again in Minus soon enough, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your assistance on this day." I peer over at the shop keeper, who really looks impatient to have me outside now that my business is concluded. "Safe travels" I say as I cut the other way when we head out of the shop, walking over towards the tables for a few minutes before I went to bed.