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Post by Lion on Jan 4, 2018 17:00:40 GMT
A hard day's work
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It was cold. Really cold, the type of chill that burned skin and bit through bones like a bolt of electricity. Frost clung to the leaves of the branches, the willows’ swinging tendrils glittering with the teardrop icicles of a recent snowfall. On days like this, Riune reflected as she adjusted her simple brown vest fit over a thick woolen shirt, it was good to be warm blooded. She imagined that any snakes living in the cove were sure to be frozen dead at this point.
Sunlight, weak as it was during the harsher winter months in Atheraan, still danced off the waves of the cove in blindingly brilliant flashes. Riune enjoyed watching them move across the crests of salty water, enjoyed the way they seemed to work a kind of magic into the scenery around her. Many times, Riune had wondered why she'd stuck so near the ocean, even after turning away from the Goddess of the Sea and her fickle blessings. And in moments like these, the young otter clearly knew why.
And yet. Money was no object, and time was not meant to be wasted, freezing water or no freezing water. Twitching the thick whiskers around her mouth in a resigned way, Riune strode over to the edge of the cove, hoisted her large sack over her shoulder, and began wading into the cold water.
During the warmer months, Riune could dive deep into the cove and search its deepest, most secret nooks for clams or oysters. With the winter set in, she had to be selective, only going to the places she knew would likely yield a decent haul. As she submerged herself in the fiercely biting water, Riune felt the weight of her thick clothes and her sack pulling her down, as well as the chill in her muscles. But she struggled on, kicking and turning and twisting in the water as instinct took over and her natural affinity for swimming allowed her to move through the water with grace.
She came away with a meager but acceptable haul of clams, none with pearls, but the meat would fetch a good price. After cleaning and bagging the clams, Riune threw her sack over her shoulder and began trudging towards the port city tucked into the opposite side of the cove. Chendri. Riune remembered well the first day she saw the port, and her heart swelled with a kind of fondness for the creaking docks, large buildings, and the gaggle of sea-loving types who lived there. In Atheraan, there were few ports of this size and economic status. The bustle had overwhelmed Riune at first, but she’d grown used to how busy it could be here. At the very least, her wares were never looked down on, and she made a decent price off most of what she was able to sell. Brushing off frozen water droplets from her fur, Riune shook off all thoughts except those of business and bartering and strode into the marketplace to sell her clam meat. No doubt, she’d get some pushback today, animals complaining that it wasn’t the season, no one bought clam meat during the winter, and so on, but Riune could not be fooled by such drivel. Animals always ate. That was one thing that could be relied on. And in a port city such as this, animals always ate of the sea. Otherwise, Riune would’ve starved in the streets years ago.
Still, they made the arguments. Boy did they make them. After selling her wares, Riune trundled over to a wooden bench just outside one of the city’s shops and sat down. She breathed a deep sigh, tired from the swim and the exhaustion of doing business. Tucking her coins away in her pouch, Riune began to hum a tune. It was a habit, just something she did whenever she felt tired. And as she hummed, a genuine, if not happy, smile ghosted her lips. Closing her eyes, the otter rested there for a moment, quiet and thoughtful, her fur still clumped with icicles as she breathed clouds into the cold air.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 3:21:47 GMT
 The freezing winds bit into Rylock's feathers, especially the steel feathers. It would be too cold soon for him to wear them soon. He would have to find a way for them to remain heated even in the cold. Pumping his wings, a shiver spread throughout his avian frame. He hoped to make it to Chendri soon else he freeze in this cold. Luckily for him, the usual clamor of the port city was soon heard.
Beginning his descent, the hawk sought out his usual perch. A small shop near the center of the city, currently closed off and shut down as per the usual. It was his and it was typically only in use four times a year when he would come to Chendri to sell his wares. News of his arrival had been rumored throughout the city for a few days now. With the rumored day having arrived, a crowd had gathered, waiting for his entrance. Today, he had brought a set of daggers to be sold together, three finely designed gold bracelets, and a single silver necklace. He hoped they would sell well, they always did. Tilting his steel supported wings, he glided smoothly through the back entrance of his shop.
Carefully, he pulled his designs from his pouch, placing each in its own special place. Opening the shop, he was greeted by a wave of animals seeking his metalworks. "Back now, back. Allow me to gain my bearings first" the raptor called, flapping his wings to create small gusts, his steel feathers clattering a little with the movement. Once settled, he began to barter. After this was over, he had shopping of his own to do. Pointing at each item, he provided a minimum price. With that done, the animals began their bidding. THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Lion on Jan 7, 2018 5:29:49 GMT
A master's tools
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Riune's eyes opened as the noise of a gathering crowd drew her attention to the shop across from her simple bench. The shop was usually empty, Riune reflected, and she had only seen in open a few times. To her knowledge, it was a kind of smithy, the fancy kind that a lowly fishmonger like her would never dream of entering. But plenty of other beasts had gathered, eager to see the wares that the master smith had available. And there he was now, Riune saw, a hawk swooping into the shop, his wings reinforced with sheets of steel that even a common fisher like Riune recognized as being of exceptional make and design. She knew the hawk, somewhat, from her pearl trade. The precious pearls were worth something to a lot of animals, but smiths and jewelry makers valued them especially as settings for their work. The otter watched with interest as the hawk began to shoo the potential buyers away in order to set out his crafts, works of his own talons that glistened even in the weak winter sunlight.
The bidding itself was quite the spectacle. Prices were flung from one corner of the shop to the other, most of the items on sale going for more coins than Riune made in a year. She reflected that some skills were worth more than others, though the thought didn't make her feel resentful or bitter. Rather, she enjoyed watching the labors of the master smith's long hours be favored so highly. It was different than selling off her pearls, for though they were beautiful, they weren't something that Riune brought into existence. It must be better, she thought, to live this way -- bringing beautiful out of nothing, taking metal and fashioning it into something splendid and wonderful that everyone could appreciate and adore.
As the crowd died down, Riune got up from her bench and wandered over to peak at the wares. So much intricacy and detail went into every edge, every sharpened blade or elegant link in a gold chain. The otter stared in wonder, and one of her paws went to touch the plain copper loop earring she wore, her one piece of adornment really, and nothing special when compared to these beautiful works of art.
Quickly, the otter stepped away, feeling heat flush in her cheeks. She felt embarrassed at the idea of anyone catching her eyeing such pretty things. Maybe it was natural to be drawn to such beauty, but Riune was a plain otter, with plain needs, and she didn't need to fill her head with this sort of fancy stuff. Still, she couldn't help but watch as animals clasped their prizes to their chests proudly, symbols of wealth and status clutched in their paws, symbols that Riune understood the lure of, in a way. It wouldn't do her any good to dream, though. Her life was a hard one, her labors a constant strain, and she knew she'd work the fish markets for the rest of her life.
Doesn't hurt to admire great work, though, the otter reflected, and she gave herself a little nod of reassurance as she watched another animal scuttle away with their expensive trinket.
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Prices were flung back and forth before Rylock. Perhaps a careless idea, the hawk himself never took much part in the bidding, rather he preferred to sit back and listen to the clamor of the participants. As such, he often missed which price was called for which item. At times, it causes the raptor to lose profit but considering he often makes more than he needs, Rylock doesn't mind it.
As he watched the bidding, the avian made mental notes of what he would need to purchase and considered if he should remain in the city for the night and set out in the morning or risk a flight through the night. Looking beyond the crowd, he sought out the shops he would need. Having discovered them, his gaze returned to his wears. Rylock watched with some pride as the successful buyers beamed with pride at their purchase. Though it happened every time, the hawk had yet to become accustomed to the groans and sighs of disappointment as the unsuccessful bidders lost their price. He hated the sound, it reminded him of the sighs his family would make every time they looked at him. How he longed for their approval and yet, it was truth that they would never accept him if he isn't even blessed by the Sun God.
With slight sadness in his gaze, the avian spotted an otter in the crowd, one he recognized slightly. Watched them retreat with some curiosity. The raptor had done business with them before, a seller of pearls, the bird recalled faintly. As the last of his metal works were being sold, a scuffle erupted over the daggers. Though Rylock had explained that the daggers were never to be sold apart, a buyer still wished to buy only one. "They are a pair, sir. One cannot be sold without the other. To have one without the other would be like having but one wing, incomplete and insufficient for the duty they are meant to perform" Rylock attempted to explain, unfolding his broad wings to add more emphasis to his words. The buyer would have none of it though. Others began speaking up, the scuffle growing bigger by the second. Unsure of what to do, Rylock hung back with the hopes that someone might be able to do something. THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Lion on Jan 7, 2018 20:07:33 GMT
Riune was ready to leave, her curiosity mostly sated, but as soon as she turned her back, the otter heard something of an argument break out. This particular argument stood out from the other squabbles between bidders because Riune picked up the familiar voice of the smith himself. Turning, Riune watched as he tried to calmly explain that his daggers were only to be sold as a set. Apparently the bidder did not like this answer, and he became increasingly frustrated, as such rich, elitist types tended to do.
Other buyers joined the ruckus, and the look on the smith's face told Riune that he was out of his depth. The crowd was brewing into a mob, it seemed, and someone had to do something before it got even more out of hand than it already was.
Riune clutched at the hilt of one of her daggers, drawing it in one swift, practiced motion. With a flick of her and a squinting of her eyes, she threw the dagger in an elegant arch, right into the ground at the feet of the first buyer who had started all this nonsense.
The arguments died long enough for Riune to push her way through the crowd. The otter flexed her strong muscles, honed by hard labor and rough living. Several of the rich types stepped back, eyes bulging at the sight of this rough-and-tumble creature covered in scars and scrapes and still bearing a layer of frost in her fur from her earlier dip.
Closing her paw around her dagger hilt, Riune picked it up and with a showy twirl of the weapon thrust it back into its sheath at her side. Fixing the upset buyer with her dark, sharp gaze, she said, "Now what's this, eh? A creature what thinks he can come in and separate these two beauties, twins meant to be worn one on each side, just 'coz he ain't got the coin fer both? That's mercenary, mate. Not at all classy. I'm sure there be bidders 'ere who'd have the dignity and dough to buy 'em as a pair, as they're intended. Why do ye try to split em up, even so?" Riune took a step closer to the potential buyer, who backed up a step as the otter's muscles rippled beneath her thick coat of fur.
"If I were you, mate, I'd leave now with some of your dignity intact, an' leave these 'ere daggers fer a buyer who can afford 'em," the otter sneered. Some of the other animals snickered, while a few looked sheepish, probably those who also wanted to buy the pieces separately for similar reasons. No one dared speak up, demanding the same thing of the smith, because they knew Riune would simply make them out to be as pathetic as this creature.
It seemed the potential buyer knew when he was beaten. With a huff and a few curse words aimed in Riune's direction, he shoved his way through the crowd and left. Riune brushed some dirt off her simple tunic and vest and turned to look at the smith, who stood somewhat apart from the crowd now.
The otter gave a mischievous smile, a wink, and then turned to the crowd and said,
"Really. As if any sot in his right mind would purchase only one dagger when they're meant to be a set. Ain't right, if ye ask me. Ain't right at all." Some of the other potential bidders who'd been riled up were making something of a hasty exit.
Good, Riune thought with satisfaction. Should at least clear up the bidding so the poor smith can get about his work. Idjits. With a shrug and a pat of her dagger hilt, Riune began to stroll back through the crowd, who all stared at her as if she were made of swiss cheese.
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The argument had grown to such a scale that Rylock considered calling in the local guards to quell it. Hanging back, he looked with uncertainty at the growing crowd. He would rather not, but the thought that he may need to use his steel feathers to quell the bidders crossed his mind. The hawk was startled from his thoughts by the sudden arc of a dagger thrown into the crowd causing a temporary silence in the crowd. With slight panic, the avian looked for his daggers thinking the one that had been thrown was his but with closer inspection, he noted the make of the dagger was different. The thrown dagger showed signs of long use unlike his own. Convinced that the dagger was not his, Rylock saw with a start the return of the otter from earlier.
He watched with gratitude as she warded off the primary offender. I must thank her somehow, Rylock thought as the otter turned towards him. Returning her mischievous smile with a grateful one of his own, the raptor examined the twin daggers as the bidding continued with the trouble gone. Having seen the dagger owned by the otter, he noted them as of being a lesser quality than his own. Rylock considered giving her the dagger pair that she had so kindly defended but he knew not what her own daggers meant to her and the bidders would likely by quite angered at the action. He didn't want to risk offending anyone. Watching the retreating back of the mammal, his thoughts shifted onto a different course.
As the daggers were bought and coin changed paws, the unsuccessful and successful buyers left for the rest of their day. I must thank her properly, not with daggers made to be bought by anyone but ones made just for her, Rylock thought as he spread his wings with a clamor. "Excuse me, miss. Please wait." Quickly, the raptor closed his shop, placing the procured coin in his pouch. Winging his way out, he landed by the otter. "I must thank you for your actions. I had thought to give you the daggers you had so kindly defended but I doubt the buyers would have liked that. Instead, might I interest you in a custom item of your choice" the hawk offered with a sincere smile. The forge was all Rylock had to give, he hoped dearly that she would accept the offer. If not, then he had only a kind word and his coins on hand. THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Lion on Jan 8, 2018 2:30:39 GMT
A good deed
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As the hum of voices throwing out bids behind her began to rise up again, Riune strolled back to her bench to retrieve her sack. It still smelled of the sea, as it always did, the scent of her work forever clinging. She didn't mind it, of course. Riune was used to the smell. And luckily for her, most of the natives of Chendri were used to the smell of sea salt and fish, too. There were some visitors to the port that found the general stink not so much to their liking, and she'd heard the complaints before. Not that they ever got to her. Riune figured that the smell just proved she worked hard at what she did, and that was something she could be proud of.
Another sound, that of chinking metal, drew the otter's attention. She turned and watched as the smith chased after her, looking as if he were trying to get her attention. She hoped he didn't mind her making a bit of a scene in his shop. The smile he'd returned before seemed to suggest he didn't mind so much, but bird smiles were kind of difficult to interpret. They were oddly close to bird grimaces.
"Excuse me, miss. Please wait."
Riune blinked and let her sack fall from her shoulder. She watched as the smith approached, her whiskers twitching as curiosity waged with caution in her mind.
"I must thank you for your actions. I had thought to give you the daggers you had so kindly defended, but I doubt the buyers would have liked that. Instead, might I interest you in a custom item of your choice."
Riune was surprised by his words, to say the least. She was used to doing what she could for others, trying to spread some of her goddess' grace, and receiving very little recognition. Gratitude was a natural response from those she helped, but it rarely went beyond a simple thanks. No one had ever offered her a gift in return before. Let alone for a task as simple as embarrassing some rich snot in front of a crowd.
For this reason, the otter was uncertain as to whether or not she should accept the smith's generosity. A part of her thought it would be rude not to, while another part thought it would be taking advantage of his generosity. Still, it was kind of him to offer, she thought. Someone like her would never be able to afford something as beautiful as the things that he crafted.
A small smile formed at the edge of Riune's mouth as she gave the smith a slight nod of acknowledgment. "I thank ye for the offer, sir. I'm sure I'd be rather a fool not to accept something as fine as what you make each day. But as ye see, my daggers get their fair share o' use. I'm goin' through a pair each season, an' I'd hate to ruin a set o' daggers as fine as yours." It was the truth, Riune reflected. She would love a set of such fine daggers as his, but her weapons were meant to be used. If the smith could make indestructible daggers, that would certainly be useful, but gold and jewels and fine filigree wouldn't last two days prying open a batch of oysters and clams. That didn't take away from the generosity of the offer, though, so Riune gave the smith a warm smile to show her appreciation. "Yer work deserves a fine hand to hold 'em, that's fer sure," she added.
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"I thank ye for the offer, sir. I'm sure I'd be rather a fool not to accept something as fine as what you make each day. But as ye see, my daggers get their fair share o' use. I'm goin' through a pair each season, an' I'd hate to ruin a set o' daggers as fine as yours."
Rylock was startled by the otter's reply, it was few and far between that someone would reject a custom of his. He was a common name across the globe, even more so in Atheraan. If ever he offered, most all would accept. Upon listening to her answer, the smith realized his foolishness and the logic behind the otter's.
"Yer work deserves a find hand to hold 'em, that's fer sure."
The hawk grinned, "Thank you for your kinds words. I realize I should have put more thought to my offer. I dearly apologize for putting you in the spot". He put his heart and soul into his works and in recent times, many of his buyers had been the rich who cared little for appreciating the quality of the works and more for the status it gave them. It had been some time since they had been acknowledged for more than just the symbol of wealth they had come to represent. "Ah, but there is but one family I seek the approval of" the avian murmured quietly, his gaze turned to the ground. Every time he made a new work, he always wondered if that craft was enough for his family to finally look at him with approval. He knew it was but a fool's goal but he sought its completion anyways. Returning his steel-colored gaze to the otter, he spoke once more, at a more audible volume, "Since you will not accept one of my wears, is there anything else I might do for you?" THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Lion on Jan 9, 2018 4:17:45 GMT
The smith seemed surprised by Riune’s words, and that was certainly to be expected. Only an idiot would turn down his fine work, after all. But Riune didn't fancy herself all that smart to begin with. If she possessed a pair of daggers worth even half as much as the ones up for bidding, she'd never have the heart to use them, and they'd probably be stolen within a fortnight if she left them with her things while she worked. Riune cared about people. She cared that the smith’s work would be wasted on someone like her. She just hoped she didn't offend him by saying as much.
“Thank you for your kind words. I realize I should have put more thought into my offer. I dearly apologize for putting you on the spot.”
"Not at all, don't worry about puttin’ me out. Yer offer is a kind one, and I'm glad of it, but I value yer work, master smith, too much to take advantage of yer generosity.” Riune smiled and straightened up, resting one hand on her hip. The bright purple and gold Mark of Nehrune, Goddess of Mercy, shone on her chest where her vest didn't quite cover her sleek, dark fur. To Riune, that Mark was a commitment to doing right by others, the way Nehrune’s followers had done right by her. She didn’t ask for anything in return. Even if the fisher had very little to offer, she would do what she could for others, nothing asked, nothing taken.
Though Riune noticed the smith’s beak moved, as if he spoke, she didn’t quite catch his words. The look on his face made her think she wasn’t meant to overhear, though, so the otter grinned and pretended like she didn’t notice.
”Since you will not accept one of my wares, is there anything else I might do for you?”
Riune opened her mouth to say that he really didn’t need to feel obligated to give her anything, when her stomach spoke for her. Growling loudly, it demanded to be fed, and as she reflected on it, Riune probably hadn’t had a meal for the past two days, unless one counted a bit of stale bread the evening before a meal. She needed to sell the clams and fish she accumulated to keep rapport with the local merchants and couldn’t afford to eat any of it herself. Her hauls were sparse enough as it was. Heat flushed the otter’s cheeks and she shrugged sheepishly, a bit too aware of the smith’s gaze.
"Got any leftovers? I’m not a picky eater,” she said with half-hearted cheer. At this point, she would take just about anything, leaving what dignity she had in the dust for the sake of a meal.
@abyss OOC: Man I really wanted her to get a pair of fancy daggers but she's all noble and like noooo I don't deserve them. Darn her plain lack of self worth lol.
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The smith watched the otter, waiting for her reply. It seemed likely that considering she refused his offer, she wouldn't ask for anything. Noting the Mark of the Goddess of Mercy on her chest, the possibility that she would ask for nothing became ever more likely. Once the otter began to speak, he expected her to say something along the lines of a polite refusal. It was much to his surprise when the mammal's stomach answered for her.
"Got any leftovers? I'm not a picky eater."
Rylock chuckled at the sheepish way the otter made her request. With an avid smile, he answered the diver's request, "there's no need to be ashamed of needing a meal. Rather than leftovers, why don't we go for a proper meal. Unfortunately, I do not spend much time in Chendri. I lack knowledge of good eateries. Have you in mind a pace you would like to eat? Anyplace at all, don't mind the costs. It will be my thanks to you". The raptor asked with a spread of his right wing, gesturing at the entirety of Chendri. "Ah, worry not about my bank. I have more coin than I need. It will be good to spend it on someone else". 206 WORDS Rylock may opt to leave her something and then leave before she can refuse lol THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Lion on Jan 10, 2018 0:48:24 GMT
Riune didn’t mind the smith chuckling at her. She wasn’t as touchy as she used to be. When she had an entire holt behind her, Riune had been free to worry about her dignity or pride. Living on her own, scraping by through her own strength and persistence, had taught her that such qualms were wastes of time, in the end, only good for the wealthy and idle who cared about their image. When one accepted Nehrune’s simple truth that no one was perfect, and all were in need of mercy in some way or other, it made living the sort of life Riune did much easier. At least less humiliating. Which was good in situations like this.
”There’s no need to be ashamed of needing a meal. Rather than leftovers, why don’t we go for a proper meal. Unfortunately, I do not spend much time in Chendri. I lack knowledge of good eateries. Have you in mind a place you would like to eat? Anyplace at all, don’t mind the costs. It will be my thanks to you.”
A smile worked its way onto Riune’s whiskered face. The thought of a proper meal was an appealing one, to be certain, one that she felt she could accept without feeling bad about it. A meal at any of her preferred restaurants would barely cost a fraction of the worth of the master smith’s daggers.
”Ah, worry not about my bank,” he added. ”I have more coin than I need. It will be good to spend it on someone else.”
While Riune couldn’t imagine having more coin than she needed, she did know what it was like to spend the meager coins she earned on others. She was a generous sort, even being as poor as she was. It was a great feeling to bring joy to someone else. That was part of the reason she’d converted and began worshipping Nehrune.
”That’s very gen’rous of you, master smith. I’ll readily accept a warm meal in thanks. As to the best eateries, well, leave that to me! I know the best places to get fish in these parts, or red meats if they’re more your thing.” And it was true, Riune was rather the expert on who had the freshest meats in the city. It wasn’t because she ate out a lot - in fact, she rarely got more than scraps from the various restaurants in the city - it was more due to the fact she sold most of them their fish and had built up relationships with most of the better food servers around.
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"That's very gen'rous of you, master smith. I'll readily accept a warm meal in thanks. As to the best eateries, well, leave that to me! I know the best places to get fish in these parts, or red meats if they're more your thing."
Rylock smiled at the sight of the otter's grin. I have not eaten in Chendri for some time now, I wonder how the food is now, the hawk thought, thinking back to his first days in Chendri, back when he was traveling the world. Back then, he had been far from famous or well-off. He had managed to get by with some coin his family had given him before their disappointment and by selling some beginning wears he had made.
The avian blinked with surprise, a blush showing on his face. Though he was a well known smith, none to his knowledge has ever endeavored to call him, master smith. “I don’t think I’m quite good enough to be called master smith,” Rylock admitted sheepishly. “My crafts have yet to reach that level. Perhaps in a few years, that title may be acceptable.” In truth, no matter how many referred to him that way, he would only accept the title if his family called him that. Their approval meant so much to him. If that will ever happen, only time will tell.
"Don't worry about my preference. This meal is my treat to you after all. Whatever you like, I'm sure I will like as well," the raptor stated with a flap of his outstretched right wing. "Lead the way, miss," Rylock stated, gesturing vaguely at the surrounding city, "I'm quite excited to see what you choose." 179 WORDS If chance allows it, Riune will likely get a secret gift lol THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Lion on Jan 10, 2018 3:14:33 GMT
"Don't worry about my preference. This meal is my treat to you, after all. Whatever you like, I'm sure I will like as well," the smith said. Riune thought this argument made sense, so she just nodded in response. Birds, unlike some creatures, could eat a variety of things, so at the very least that made picking easier.
"All right, I'll bring you to one of my favorite places, then," Riune said with a grin. The place in question, a restaurant that chiefly served fish and some of the oyster and clam delicacies she sold them, was more her favorite for the owner and her outrageous personality than for the food. The owner was a kind, portly otter who knew her way about the kitchen, and she had the kind kind of personality that made her popular with all her suppliers. She was kind beneath her rough and tumble exterior, though, and had even given Riune a few good meals now and then, especially during the harsher winter months. It would be nice to go there as a customer instead of a supplier for once.
Riune led the way through the streets of Chendri, which even in winter were filled with various creatures going about their business. No one regarded her as she strolled among them, too lowly to make much of an impression, but some of them did notice the master smith and the shining contraptions on his wings. It made for an interesting time navigating their way to the restaurant, but eventually Riune pulled up in front of the place and turned to address the smith.
"An' here we are. Shansee's got a little bit of everything, fish mostly, but some meats as well. I hope you'll like it." And she rather hoped he'd like Shansee, too. The rather loud, boisterous she-otter who operated the restaurant was always fun for Riune to be around, but she could be a handful to some.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 1:49:02 GMT
"All right, I'll bring you to one of my favorite places, then."
Rylock nodded, the otter seemed happy and excited for the trip. Rylcok was glad that she seemed so. The raptor followed along in the little waddle characteristic of hawks. His steel feathers clinked as he walked, I must fix that, the hawk thought. If they are to become practical for use in combat, it is best they don't make any noise.
Typically, when he traversed the city, he would do so by air so as not to cause too much of a stir among the citizenry but considering his current partner, he thought it best not to fly. As such, a good number of animals stopped to watch and whisper about his appearance. A few whispered words here and there, what he was doing, did he have any wears left, where was he going, along with other things. None chanced upon speaking to him in person. Rylock didn't mind the whispers, he was used to them after all this time. It seemed none cared to mention the otter with him. It was as if she was invisible to them, much to the dismay of the avian.
"An' here we are. Shansee's got a little bit of everything, fish mostly, but some meats as well. I hope you'll like it."
"Sounds like a pleasant place, " Rylock commented, his gaze washing over the restaurant. "I'm sure I will if it is a favorite of yours," the hawk continued pleasantly. It seemed lie the otter was quite glad to be there. He hoped it would be a worthwhile experience for both him and her. With a grand sweep of his right wing, the avian gestured toward the restaurant, "Shall we go?" THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Lion on Jan 11, 2018 2:35:48 GMT
The smith seemed to have an easygoing personality, Riune thought. He replied to her eagerness coolly, though she supposed it took a calm, intelligent sort to make real art. She'd rarely taken time in her life to sit down and create, unless the little figurines and things she whittled counted as creations. They weren't half as impressive as the smith's beautiful wares. Riune wondered how he'd even started in the business. He must've come from a good family who could afford to apprentice him to a great mentor. Of course, Riune owed a lot to her family, too. They'd taught her how to dive, how to make a living off the ocean. It was their lasting legacy to her, in many ways.
"Shall we go?" the smith asked, and Riune smiled in response.
"Aye, let's," she replied. Riune led the way into the restaurant. At this time of the day, it wasn't overly crowded, and the proprietor, a middle-aged she-otter, stood on her hind legs, surveying the eaters until the bell on her door announced Riune and the smith's arrival. She turned and gave a slight nod when she saw Riune.
"Good to see you, Riune," the otter said.
"Good to see ye, too, Shansee. Fer once, I'm here to eat."
Shansee grinned. "Well, glad to hear it. Have yourselves a seat."
Riune and the smith claimed one of the restaurant's tables, and Riune tried to find a position that was semi-comfortable on the mats. The tables themselves were fairly short to accommodate various creatures, but the height was comfortable enough for her. After they'd settled a bit, Shansee came up to the table.
"Can I get your orders, then?" the otter asked, her dark eyes glittering with interest. "Rivi here should know, Sir, but we do serve river fish, sea fish, oysters, crab, a various types of meats. We do have some rodents in particular if that's your taste, my seasoned rat is quite popular with the feathered folk around the docks."
It was difficult for Riune to hide her smile. Shansee always spoke about her food like she was selling fine rugs or decadent paintings. The she-otter took a lot of pride in her work, and anyone could see that. It was one thing that Riune liked about her.
@abyss OOC: All the things to eat lol.
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