Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 9:01:15 GMT -6
New Companions
Zelda and Adagio
Location: The Gilded Bridge (Merchant's Area)
For Adagio, friends have always been hard to come by. Aside from the slaves in the family,
the only horse she could consider a "companion" was her father's old business partner and the
guy who runs the local library. So after several years of confining herself to her daily readings,
Adagio might finally find a friend for that very reason. |
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 9:01:46 GMT -6
Adagio
Aodhian Commoner Merchant
How she struggled to keep herself enticed. Those blue eyes, they were drowsy and fraught with wrinkles
underneath, but she had already dowsed herself with a cold shower and kept a wine glass filled with ice water nearby to
keep herself awake. Adagio had been plagued with restlessness after being commanded to bed in the midst of a good book
the night before, and only got a solid five hours of sleep because of it. Wasn't all bad, in fact she could still function rather
well--but the boredum standing around her father's stall and the lack of late morning customers was not helping her.
She takes a sip from the glass again, and squints at the book in front of her snout. It was taking up a sizeable part of the
table center andd jewelry was strewn around it rather lazily, with only enough space to make each piece look presentable.
Add the fact that Adagio constantly moved the book by shifting, or lifting it up when she leaned back, and one could say a
few pieces of her father's wares were threatening to slip off the edge of the display table.
She wouldn't know it but her boredum would end soon. The book was the only thing keeping her awake at this time.
For once, Adagio craved some entertainment.
Word Counter: 219
Tagging: ehrendi |
|
|
|
Post by Ehrendi on Dec 4, 2016 21:46:41 GMT -6
Zelda It was a quiet morning on the Gilded Bridge as the merchants went about tending to their shops. Zelda peered curiously at the other stalls, watching the activities of the morning with a bored interest. Her Father was tending to his wares, straightening up the few bridles they sold and quietly muttering to himself. She couldn’t hear him above the noises of the morning, but neither did she make the effort to ask what he was muttering about. There was probably a speck of dust on the bridles, he was very particular about keeping everything looking just right and because of that Zelda often left him to display his wares how he saw fit. She had tried a couple of times in the past to help out, but he had ended up redoing what she’d done anyway, so she just left him to it.
Giving one last sigh, Zelda stood up from her place behind the tables and stretched. “I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back around lunch time.” She peered at her Father who simply nodded, giving her a weary smile before returning to his work…dusting. Nothing more exciting than that. Quickly straightening out her lovely pink and purple sashay and making sure her bridle was perfectly in place (hey she might be more like her Father then she realised), Zelda set out into the morning. Just as she had suspected there were not many shoppers out just yet, they probably wouldn’t begin to fill the streets until later in the day. So, it was a perfect time for Zelda to stroll around the stalls without having to worry about avoiding large crowds. Humming quietly to herself, she gazed at all the colourful stalls ranging from fruits and vegetables, to black smithing tools to general use items. There was such a variety of items to be had all in one place. It was amazing, Zelda could barely imagine what life would be like without the Bridge. There was a flash of colour, a dazzling sheet of fabric had been caught in a breeze, catching Zelda’s violet gaze. She ventured over to the stall, looking over the beautiful jewels and hand crafted bridles in silent awe. She hadn’t even noticed the young filly sitting there with her book until she’d nearly pushed one of the beautiful bridles off of the stall’s table with her book. “Ohh!” Zelda gasped and caught the bridle before it fell onto the pebbled road. Unable to help herself, she gazed longingly at the bridle before setting gently back on the table. One day, she thought, one day she would be crafting bridles as beautiful as they. Sighing she looked up at the filly, glancing curiously at the book she held.
Word count: 456
OOC: She's too shy to say anything haha
Tag: BazookaNeon
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 17:27:20 GMT -6
Adagio
Aodhian Commoner Merchant
Another gaping yawn before she would have stuck her jade horn into her book again, shifting pages
in mental embrace. By now she was skimming, searching for something more worthy of interest in the tome she had read
from top to bottom, but without much progress. In the midst of all this, Adagio could only hope that her father would return
with one of their serviles in tow to finally take her place at the jewelry stand.
She was far too immersed in her readings to have noticed the filly, roughly the same age--or maybe a year older--browsing
her family's wares. Alas, she was fighting with the mid-morning breeze that blew under the tent curtains and rustled the table
sheets. Using the jade horn as a paperweight, Adagio tried to save the place she had been reading from being lost in the
disturbed pages.
Unexpected clatter finally shook her from her little tome. Her ears flicked up and she gave a little grunt as she heard small
jewels come spilling toward the ground. Her head shot up, blue eyes becoming awkwardly fixated on the filly on the opposite side
of the table while she was trying to register what was going on. The drowsiness coupled with her lack of excitement made it
take some extra moments.
"Ah," The filly's head swayed back, at last. "Did you, uh, find something you liked?"
She had completely missed the point. Blame it on her sleepy mind. Adagio took another quick sip of her ice water, about to hop
away from the table in search for the chest where her father stored his earnings, when she finally caught notice of where the other
filly's gaze was directed toward.
"Hireathian Mythology," Adagio smiled with piqued interest. Often times a subtle glance was enough to gain her attention and try
to find some sort of connection. "Second Edition. It's not the most up-to-date, but it's still rather reliable." She added while shutting
the tome closed with her telekinesis.
Word Counter: 332
Tagging: ehrendi |
|
|
|
Post by Ehrendi on Dec 8, 2016 2:51:26 GMT -6
Zelda The sight of the filly’s book reminded Zelda that she needed to finish reading her own books at home. There was one story she was itching to finish reading, but she often forgot to bring them with her to her Father’s stall. It was something she would have to remember to do as her Father usually took care of his own shop. Curiously, Zelda gazed around the back of the filly to see if she’d missed anyone hiding behind her…but nope. It looked like the filly was running the stall by herself.
“Huh?” Zelda tore her gaze away from the book to meet a drowsy but not unfriendly face. “Ahh, no...” Her eyes widened as she realised what she was implying, “I mean it’s all lovely…I was just having a look.” She took another look over the line of jewellery, admiring the beautiful craftsmanship with a faint smile before lifting it back up to the book the other girl held up. She blinked, her ears flicking forward curiously. “Hireathian Mythology?” Not something she would have thought to read, but her interest was surely pricked at that moment. Zelda usually preferred the romance novels and compelling adventure stories that were about charming princes and white knights…with the occasional blazing Kirin thrown into the mixture. She enjoyed her fictional stories very much, especially when they contained the illusive kirin in it, it just made the stories that more fascinating to her.
Thinking about all of this she forgot herself momentarily and bravely asked, “so…it is about all the God’s War and all of that?” She’d heard many tales of the War and the God’s but it never seemed to grow old. Of course, she was often too preoccupied with stories of Princes that she never thought to pick up a book about it. “Is it…good?”
Word count: 303
OOC: --
Tag: BazookaNeon
|
|
