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Post by posy-punch on Oct 9, 2015 21:03:59 GMT -6
Would You Look at These Fine Jewels
Angelia - FaIIenSilver
Scarlette - POEDOGS |
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Post by posy-punch on Oct 9, 2015 21:12:24 GMT -6
She had been walking around the marketplace all day and had long since ordered her most loyal slaves away, all except for Mandisa, who strode beside the Lady of Ardor. Scarlet had not found what she'd been looking for, sure many a things here interested her, but nothing called out to her especially. With an unhappy sigh the mare said to Mandisa,
"The artisans and merchants are beginning to lose their knack of drawing me to their booths, coming to the market is quite tiresome, wouldn't you think?" She didn't expect an answer and so she didn't slow her pace form the brisk walk she had going on. There were calls, the merchants and the artists were calling to her money, trying to entice her to come to their shop. She paid them no attention. She was scanning for a sign. That Noble woman that Scarlet had heard of had the most beautiful of jewelry and the name of the artist who crafted it was Angelia.
So she looked for the shop and there it was, long legs slowed down. She didn't want to look ravenous for the jewelry that she intended to buy, rather she wanted to look pompous and haughty. She strode through the curtain that shielded the shop form the streets.
"Greetings Madame Angelia," The mare's voice wafted through the air just like the sweet rose scent that filled the shop already.
"I've heard much about your great skill in jewelry making and am quite interested in seeing what have you to offer." The roan flicked her pretty ears and flipped her forelock out of her eyes, so she could see all the brilliant craftsmanship before her and find the perfect match.
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Post by amelthea on Oct 11, 2015 16:24:49 GMT -6
Ange was having a slow business day, she had generally given up on trying to call anyone to her shop. She was about to call it quits for the day anyways, maybe head off to the Pearl. A good way to end the day. Besides the sun would start to set soon enough. She let out a defeated sigh, turning her back to the entrance.
That's when someone decided they'd come in now.
When a voice feminine voice sounded, Ange let out a small squeal, jumping back around. A roan mare stood at the door-way, "Greetings" she said, her voice higher than usual. Coughing causally, she acted as if she just hadn't just screamed. Her face turned red at being complimented in such a way. "W-why thank you ma'am," she muttered. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" These nobles were so hard to please these days, it was a wonder she even came in here. Not to mention she was already in flirty mood, which she would have to hold back for now. This mare was just a little out of her preferred age range. Though older mares were generally experienced...
Ange shook her head of her thoughts. Right now was not the time for it.
(ugh this is so short i'M SORRY)
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