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Post by hey-stardust on Apr 4, 2017 21:24:45 GMT -6
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Private RP between Cirilla and Nakhti.
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Post by celestiialpup on Apr 5, 2017 9:44:20 GMT -6
Nakhti trotted along, heading towards the Pearl. Her short mane swayed from side to side as she made her way to her workplace. It wasn't unusual for her to want to take a walk or purchase a few things here and there. She swished her tail, looking around at all the other horses who were flooding the streets. There wasn't much else for her to do besides go to the Pearl or enjoy the scenery.
(OOC: I'm sorry that this is so short, I am terrible at starter posts.)
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Post by hey-stardust on May 23, 2017 7:31:10 GMT -6
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CIRILLA | AODH | COMMONER Sticking a freckled snout where it need not belong was almost a given state of being for Ciri these days, clamouring and posing in-amongst zealous nobles with ease; all too caught up in their search for the next ‘must have’ item that would grant them five minutes of fame to notice their coin pouches becoming a little lighter, if they happened to remain there at all. Nakhti was one such target, distracted by gaudy sights that Ciri had long grown blind to, for there was never a shortage of priceless artefacts slung about the palace that guests could both revere and the less fortunate to perhaps, recoil from; mostly however, they just became yet more trinkets for ‘the help’ to dust.
Quick to stage an overly dramatic stumble into the courtesan, Ciri flung a wing over the mare's back to steady herself - flight feathers hiding a tiny blade that bit through the leather strap hanging loosely about it's owner's neck in but a few, short, precise jabs. Prize now in hand, Ciri pushed herself away from Nakhti, closing a practiced wing over her prize and with an indignant huff and turn of heel, blamed the victim. “Watch where you’re going!”
ooc: i am so, so sorry this has taken me an age to get back to, please don't feel obligated to keep going with the thread if you don't want to!
these sentiments are second-hand.
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