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Post by kawaiideadpool on Nov 30, 2016 20:29:28 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsmen.
It was another lovely day in Inaria as the sun raised high in the sky as if Ignacio was happy to share the warmth of his sun with the people of Aqoure. An audible sigh left her lips as she felt her bones pop as she finally got out of the craziness of the spa for the day. Feeling her muscles relax under the sun, she silently praised the Wave-Mother for the fact she had managed to slip out unnoticed for a day off. So with the day to herself, Ívarra found herself lazily strolling to the market place, tan saddle bags were slung over her hunches so that she would be able to shove whatever glittery things she purchased for the day with the confides of the leather sacks.
Pausing in front of a booth that was selling various gems and jewels attached to chains of gold and sliver. Pondering on which one to get, or whether or not she should even get one for she already had so many that she barely even wore. So with a loud huff of defeat, the blacken chestnut turned on her heels before marching off to maybe purchase something of more value to her. Soon she found herself nosing through another booth that had herbs and floral scents that activated almost all of her senses. A sigh of relaxation left her parted lips as she decided to maybe buy a jar or two for herself; after all, it had been a while since the young Quagg visited her with his delivery and her regular clients had almost picked it all clean. Picking out the smells that would help with the raging headache she got every now and then, and the stinging smell of peppermint to help with her aching bones, Ívarra found herself spending more than what she would have liked on the herbs.
Tucking them into her bag, she said her farewells before going to bounce off to the next stall. Flicking her ears around, she felt them go down in thought as she wondered how it was possible that she hadn't ran into anyone she knew yet, which was rather odd in the market place of such a busy and bustling city.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 15:59:09 GMT -6
JALA "This and that basket of celery, please." Jala slides over a small hoof-full of coins to the
merchant on the opposite side of the wooden countertop. His golden eyes were eying the bag of pumpkin seeds hungrily as they were slid to him in exchange, and celery, neatly arranged in a wicker basket, soon followed. "May our great mother bless you and all you do this day." "And may she keep you in her loving embrace." Jala dipped his head in farewell to the merchant and gathered up his newly purchased belongings. Already he'd start gnawing away at a pumpkin seed that he absentmindedly flew into his mouth. These ones were a bit stale. Oh well, they had been salted well enough that Jala quickly tossed a second one into his mouth. To stop himself from eating them before he'd even reach his doorstep, the quagga would gently store them away within the safety of the saddlebags fastened around his haunches. All while struggling to fit the celery basket within his other bag, Jala navigated around the streets haphazardly, staying close to the stalls lining them in order to keep out of the way of most of the crowd. That was, until he felt his head bump into something. " Oof!" The collision headfirst with another horse caused Jala to take two steps backward. A few pieces of fresh celery was spilled onto the ground, and they took his first priority. "Ah, no!" Jala scrambled to save some of his vegetables from oncoming passersby, scraping a few pieces up. Unfortunately, a few were not able to be saved by the hooves of some horses. Those that stepped on them would end up looking at their hooves and cursing in disgust. "Hey, watch where--" Jala cut himself off when he recognized the mare he had accidentally bumped into. His brows raised, jaw slightly ajar and he mentally shamed himself for having nearly acted so rude. "Hey!" The stallion stuttered, and then dipped his head. "You're the mare from the bathhouse!"
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Dec 5, 2016 11:16:42 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsmen.
Barely paying attention to where she was going, for her eyes were drawn to a few of the shining gems that were dangling from the stalls, that it wasn't long before she felt her slender body come in contact with the body of another and a small 'oh' left her lips as she stumbled back. Feeling her ears go back against her neck as she readied herself for a few words of hatred to be spat towards her, the blacken chestnut mare felt her anger subside as the watched the vegetables roll away from the figure she had collided into; and she, too, struggled to pick up a few of the run away items before they fell victim under the hooves of passersby.
Her ears perked up slightly at the sound of someone getting ready to fuss her out, and she instinctively whipped her head around, her teeth barred together as she had to remind herself that ladies shouldn't start fights. Her anger subsided when she recognized the figure that was trying to regain his composure before he lashed out on the mare, and she couldn't help but let a chuckle rip past her lips. The Quagg seemed to be fumbling over his words, and it brought a smile to the elder's lips as she shoved the vegetables she had managed to gather up in his direction, "Oh, Jala, was it?" Her voice boomed out over the crowd as her blue orbs gazed down at him in this kind of amusement, "How are you, dear?" That was when she remembered she had gone colliding into him just a few moments before, "Oh, I am so sorry. I ought to watch where I'm going," She gazed down at the squished remains of the fallen vegetables, and she debated over how she would make this better for the young craftsmen.
Maybe she could repurchase whatever vegetables he lost. After all, she had money to spare, and her heart twinged at the thought that she might have messed up his dinners for the week.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 10:56:00 GMT -6
JALA
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"No, n-no no, I oughta watch where I'm going," Jala replied, his tone fervently apologetic. "Thank you, thank you--"
He said graciously as the mare tried to help him with his vegetables. "Well, at least all I have to do wash these off, right? A-ah, how
are you this day?" He might as well try to shake off the near argument and start over with a new conversation.
"Well, it's my day off, actually," The quagga hybrid answered, gold eyes wandering to his fluffy fetlocks. "Just tryin' to restock
the kitchen cabinets back home, I haven't gone grocery shopping for a while now..." It had been two weeks, at least. Blame it on
Jala's terrible management skills. The young stallion had been bent on earning extra pay from Tethis over the course of a fortnight,
and the days he had off he had either been spending on trying to sharpen his skills, or even, recently, finding some company in
the mare Selora. With Tegan having been shipped to Torrine, poor Jala had felt somewhat lonely after leaving home.
"How is your business going? Getting some good customers?" He might as well ask, he thought. "Tell you what--I'm gonna be
here in this part of the market for a little while. Would you like to walk with me?"
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Dec 18, 2016 23:22:13 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsmen.
Her ocean blue eyes are watching him intently as her eyebrow goes up in this curious manner. He seemed just as nervous as the first day the meet, and she had to suppress a chuckle from coming from her lips. It was certainly something that made her gleeful as she remembered what it once was like to be that young. And she was certain he was just trying to make amends from the argument that had almost rose from them bumping into each other. She wanted to assure him that he had nothing to worry about, that she wasn't made at him, but she assumed that he wanted to move on from the incident.
"You haven't had groceries? My dear, that's simply not good for you." Realizing how motherly she must have sounded in the moment, she wanted to take it back, but then again it was always nice to know someone else cared about your well being. Flicking her ears back against her neck, she hoped that he was taking good care of himself. Although, Ívarra had only meet him once before, she wanted to see the young stallion do well in life, and making sure that he stayed in good condition was something she might have to take interest in. After all, she had went spiraling down a hole of almost utter starvation- mixed with a little bit of depression- and she didn't want to wish that upon anyone else.
She made a mental note to check up on him every now and then.
Her face lit up at his offer of her tagging along with him, "Of course! Lead the way, dear." She seemed a little too overly excited, and over the top as usual. But if there was anything else she was good it besides running a business, it was being over dramatic 24/7.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 12:42:28 GMT -6
J A L A
"It's time I found my place in life."
___________________________________________________________ "Ah-hehe..." Jala chuckled sheepishly, cracking a crooked grin at his own embarrassment. "When ya sleep eight hours and work the other sixteen...it's pretty easy to forget." He admitted.
The striped fjord mix began making his way downhill, gait slow and sauntering, and head low as he hung close to the market stalls. Yet again, he offered a brief glance at the fellow craftsman, but kept his gold eyes mostly on the road ahead. "So, how's your business going?" Jala reiterated. "It's been a while since I last stopped by, so I figured I'd ask." They were, after all, both young souls trying to find success in their individual crafts. They were of the same rank. It felt nice to trade words on each other's recent endeavors.
"Things haven't been much different for me, I've--" He cut off when his golden eyes wandered to a stall they were passing, housing several animals of all shapes and sizes in different cages. Sitting lazily behind the countertop was an old stallion, with a cassowary snoozing in the shade at his side.
Jala was easily drawn to the stall like a child at the pet store. There was many a time he would come to stalls like these just to look at the animals. His parents never let him get one, claiming he would have to take care of it and that they had enough ducks to watch over on the family farm as it is.
But now he was on his own. Jala inwardly grinned at that thought. No parents to stifle his more childish impulses. "Ivarra, do you like animals?"
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 7, 2017 14:00:02 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsmen.
She listening to him intently as she felt her lips turn down into a small frown at his first few words, but decided it might be the better idea to not like such displeasure to be apparent on her face. So tossing her head side to side, the mare feels her legs move to walk alongside him, her pace a little slower than his so that she could remain alongside of him instead of too far ahead.
How polite, she thinks as a smile tugs on her lips. "Oh, thank you for asking. I would have to say it's going great." She clicks her tongue in thought as she glances down at the Fjord, keeping her eyes locked on him for a few moments as she debates on if she should mention anything else about her business- it would be a rather boring topic over anything else they could be doing right now. Feeling the smile on her face grow even bigger as she watched him act as if he was a foal again. Familiars, she thinks as she feels herself wander over after him.
"Oh, yes." She mumbles under her breath, out stretching her neck a little to get a good look at the different varieties of familiars all coming in different shapes, sizes and forms. In truth, she wanted one herself, but has yet to find the exact one she wants- figuring that carrying a giant snake in the stalls wasn't the best idea, "I have thought about getting one myself- Anaconda." She is sure that her desire for a snake sounds odd, but they seemed better suited for the humidity of the bath house. She lets her words fall from her lips as they twitch up into a soft grin, "But ya know, any familiar is a lot of responsibility. You just have to make sure you can take care of it, dearie."
Oh, she hoped she didn't sound like a scolding parent.
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