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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 22:46:32 GMT -6
Merchant Mistakes
Vincent and Adagio
Location: The Gilded Bridge (Merchant's Area)
Adagio's father is away, and he has tasked her with the responsibility of managing
their stand and any customers while he is busy. Unfortunately, Adagio's poor sense of
ambition comes to bite her in the flank when she accidentally topples the display table,
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 23:13:01 GMT -6
Adagio
Aodhian Commoner Merchant
"Shit!" The excited curse was barely drowned out by the ringing of steel and glass as it all came clattering
onto the street. The rest of the table tipped over with a sad creak before it landed with a loud thud onto its side. The sudden
collection of sounds had startled a few unwary horses, who now stared upon the mess of shattered glass, tangled necklaces,
circlets, and anklets now soiled on the ground. And on the opposite side of the fallen table, Adagio stood stunned, with the
most horrified look plastered on her snout, and her curled ears pressed to the outline of her skull.
"Oh, oh no-no-no-no-no," The rather leggy fifteen year old picked herself up and around the table rather hurriedly, already
working to collect the shattered glass in mental embrace. Whatever escaped her grasp she'd paw closer with one of her oddly
matched hooves, not quite noticing the mare only inches away until her wide blue eyes had finally glimpsed those coal hooves.
Adagio uttered a curse in her mind. The painted filly was looking more like a painted mess.
"Gods," She gasped, breath nearly fleeing from her lungs. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, please, just, walk around it, don't
touch the jewelry!" She cried--though her voice hushed with her second statement, as to avoid drawing any more attention to
herself.
Father could kill me! Avalon was away--and unfortunately he had taken the only help she had, one of their two servile slaves,
with him to help him fulfill his tasks. Perhaps it was an unspoken attempt to get his child to take more initiative over the stand--
and she did so reluctantly--but the clumsy mistake only bore down at her mind ever further. How was she supposed to feel better
about being a merchant when she might as well be scolded for potentially breaking one of his own wares?!
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 3, 2016 20:05:10 GMT -6
Vincent|Aodh, Artisan
A day at the market was always a fun time for Vincent. It was a place to explore, to see the merchants do their best to sell their hard worked wares. Vinny loved hearing how they coaxed people to come, to gaze at their exotic wonders and stop any stallions heart with the glance of an eye! It truly made Vinny laugh, the sound light and soft as they slowly made through the sea of bodies, all pushing and pulling to get to where they needed to go. Sure, the loud merchants were exciting but the ones that rarely talked were the ones that genuinely intrigued Vincent. They were the ones who knew that their wares were good and did not need a loud exclamation to get the attention of those who passed by. No, all they needed was a look of courage and determination to bring forth their customers.
So there Vincent stood, examining a finally made set of feathered quills, tipped with onyx and sold with bottles of gold liquid. Vincent loved anything that had onyx in it, the black gem calling to their ears. With a smile, Vincent looked up to the dashing merchant to confirm their purchase when suddenly a loud crash filled the air, Vincent turning just in time to see the finely made jewellery crash to the ground with various noises of metal meeting stone. Stepping closer to inspect the damage, Vincent lifted their head as the teenager who had been manning the stall rushed around, a faint glow around the various ornaments as they were pulled closer into a haphazardly made pile. As Vincent leant down to offer their help to the young mare, they pulled back slightly when they cried out, cocking a brow as she scrambled to gather the precious jewellery.
"Now now, I promise you that I am no petty thief," Vincent laughed, leaning down once more to help gently move the scattered mess "No need to be sorry, Dear. I've seen more than enough upturned stalls at this market!" A light laugh came from her throat once more as they carefully used their telekinesis to lift up the table, struggling slightly when the legs didn't want to work with them. Glancing over the mare, Vincent thought they seemed a little young to be manning a stall by themselves but...With a shrug, Vincent leant down slightly once more.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:37:10 GMT -6
Adagio
Aodhian Commoner Merchant
"Oh, Ignacio, oh Ignacio," Under anxious breathes she pouted to herself, still struggling to
collect the fallen wares and think of a way to somehow save face in the midst of the embarrassment. Under
pressure Adagio worked more hastily than usual and sometimes her strategies and improvisations weren't as
good as she'd hoped they'd be in those situations. With a loosely-held together pile of jewelry still within
telekinetic embrace, she turned her attention unto the fallen table which the mare had already focused on.
Her words had gone over Adagio's head--or through one ear and out the ear while she made haste to
reorganize her work area. She helped along with turning the table right side up again and lifting it onto its legs.
Luckily the royal blue cloth that had been fastened around its top had not been damaged in the slightest, save
for small patches of dirt and sand that it had collected off the street. Adagio rounded the corner behind the
table again, and threw the pile of jewelry onto the table without another word.
"Thank you so much," she finally breathed. Her gaze remained fixated on the jewelry as she began plucking
out one of the crafted bridles. It was tangled well within the mess of circlets and anklets, and some of the jewels
fought and were clung onto by the delicate chains of necklaces. Adagio muttered something under her breath,
well disgruntled by the state.
"Ah--you can go on your way. I appreciate the help but I wouldn't want to take up any of your time," The filly clarified
through a shaken and uncertain voice.
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