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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 12, 2016 14:53:58 GMT -6
Aodh Commoner
Gilded Bridge - Jewelry Merchant
It wasn't rare that Rosie had time off to do whatever she wanted. Bones was more family than employer, and the young Unicorn often had to argue how the old stallion's health was more important than her social life. Sure she had missed out on some fantastic parties here and there, but they were small sacrifices compared to the stallion's health. Rosie was a healer through and through, just as her father, and she could find no excuse to leave an ailing body without aide, which was a likely contributor to how amazing her days off were. For this particular day, Rosie had more or less been shoved out of the house, as Bones claimed she needed company of her own age. She hadn't made a lot of connections in her time, so there were no friends to beeline for. Instead she'd counted her earnings and been delighted to find a decent sum of money! Heading straight for the Gilded Bridge, she was determined to 'window shop' and not throw herself at the best offer she saw... Three hours later, Rosie was trying to make the decision of a lifetime, bright pink eyes darting back and fourth between three equally gorgeous bridles. Each called out to her in it's own way, either by the intricate work of gold chains, the use of precious gems or the simply mind blowing design. "Oh, " she mumbled, putting down one creation and lifting the next, trying to weight the pros and cons. The merchant wasn't offering any help, only trying to get poor Rosie to buy all three. But, as she checked her purse a fourth time, she could still only afford one. "Perhaps... Perhaps I should try them on again? " she suggested softly, and did just that, draping the first gold-and-emerald bridle over her face. Oh, if only she could buy them all.. .
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 13, 2016 21:16:58 GMT -6
It was nice to be home, to get away from the stress of her job. And what better was there for her to do than shopping? Shopping was her favorite hobby! Iscah was a recognizable face to many of the merchants and artisans within Aodh, due to both her status, and her shopping habit.
Iscah had been strolling along the bridge, passing by merchants and doing a little bit of window shopping. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, and nothing had caught her eye so far, but she knew she could not go home empty handed - that would be blasphemy!
The figure of a cream colored mare suddenly captured her interest. She saw the mare standing in front of a bridle-maker’s booth. The mare (from what Iscah could see) appeared to be in distress and she looked between three beautiful, bridles. Iscah felt a tang of pity for the poor soul. It definitely did not look like an easy choice. But why not buy all of them? Iscah thought (because that’s certainly what she would do).
Iscah sighed. She knew what she had to do. She had to help this poor soul.
She approached the booth with a smile on her face and came up beside the poor. “Having a hard time deciding, huh?” she said. “I like this one that you have on, but I’m not sure if it goes well with your horn color.”
WC: 241
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 26, 2016 15:45:09 GMT -6
Aodh Commoner
Rosie startled mildly as someone spoke to her out of the blue entirely! She had been so focused on her own reflection in the mirror, looking at the bridle this way and that, that she had lost touch with the world entirely. She snapped her head around to catch sight of another unicorn, with pale pink horns much like her own. She didn't recognize the other, but she was grateful for her words and smiled softly. "That's what I was thinking too, " she said eagerly and gently removed the delicate jewelry, putting it back down. "It's just so difficult to choose, " she said with a small sigh, and eyed the two other options she had picked out. A silver and sapphire bridle that draped heavily with many thin dangling chains and a much lighter pink gold and pale amethyst combination. "Oh, now i'm not even sure it should be any of these.. Maybe... maybe there's one I've overlooked, " she said, clearly in distress. And who wouldn't be? This particular merchant had so many gorgeous designs for sale. Rosie bit her lip softly, trying to make up her mind.
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