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Shopping generally speaking was not one of Imma’s favorite things to do. That sort of hobby usually befell her elder sisters, particularly Nana who loved fashion. When she did venture out to do any sort of shopping it was typically because she had a specific thing in mind that she wanted to buy. Today was no different. The short list of items she had in mind was relatively straight forward. The first was something for Pia or rather something for her expected baby. Imma wanted to find something that she could gift to the child once she finally had the opportunity to meet them. Perhaps a rattle or some plush animal. Whatever she found she was certain it would bring a smile to her sister’s face and help to alleviate some tiny fraction of her worry. Pleasantries always did have the ability to do that, if even superficially.
The second item she had etched upon her mental list was something for her mother. Some sort of bath oil perhaps or incense that would help with her headaches. Which of course meant she would have to stop by the bath shop or perhaps the apothecary. One of the two was guaranteed to have something to help with one’s aching head. If it failed to help with her headaches then perhaps it would at the very least smell sweet and help to relax her muscles. A small consolation perhaps, but one she was hoping would help to ease her suffering. After all she had seen her go through lately, she wanted to do at least that much for her. Though she certainly didn’t fail to realize her intentions were minor in the grand scheme of things in both circumstances. Nevertheless she was on a mission.
The last item she wanted to look into were some pressed oil pastels. They would be easier to transport than oil paints and in that way would be far more convenient when she wanted to draw something in color that was not close to home. All together it was a frivolous purchase and would be the last on her list. It meant less to her to get her own wants when she felt those close to her had legitimate needs. Taking advantage of the fact that they were in Athenia for the royal wedding, she made her way with accompaniment to the market. If she happened to fail at finding what she needed there, then she could certainly move to the shops. Though she would have much preferred not to pay the prices requested by more shopkeepers. Plus she enjoyed the energy of the market far more.
With guards in tow she made her way to the market, leaving the horses behind with one guard while the others trailed in her wake. Going anywhere without guards at her back was unlikely if not entirely impossible. At home she had far more freedom, but that was a whole world away. This place was dangerous and she was a relatively easy target. The atmosphere of the market was rather delightful for her and always managed to put a smile upon her lips. No matter her faults or shortcomings, it was utterly impossible to deny her smile. It was luminous. Bringing light to the depth of her eyes and causing them to radiate with an inner glow. The majority of her hair had been braided and interwoven before being tied with the remainder of her curls at the nape of her neck.
The chiton she chose to wore was deceptively simple. A pale orange fabric that reminded her of sunsets. Folded across her chest and secured with a golden belt. The sleeves were loose and were held at bay only by a clasp over each bicep, leaving the majority of her arms bare but for the drape of fabric from shoulder to bicep. Long and airy it provided little restriction and yet the fabric was so delicate that any time she stopped moving it cascaded to rest in accentuation against her curves. Carefully moving through the crowd she kept peeking back at the guards, making certain they didn’t lose her as they had at the art festival. That was a mistake she didn’t intend on making again. Not after her mother’s displeasure. Today she wanted nothing to taint her mother’s happiness when she presented her gift, least of all something as silly as a guard’s unfit report.
Spotting a stand with a great many baubles and trinkets she stepped inside. Some were meant to store incense themselves for noble ladies while others were sensory items. Sticks of silver with dangling bells or round rattles with carved bits about them to let the sound escape. Picking up one of the silver rattles she twisted it between her fingers, watching the little bells whip around the stick, each ringing melodiously as they went. The smile she wore only grew wider as she set it down and picked up another. Testing the toys to work out which she might like to give to Pia when the time came. The next one she tested not only had bells dangling from the wand but little bits of smooth crystal so that when she turned it about it sent tiny bits of colored light across her skin and the surrounding area. While it didn’t make quite as much noise it certainly distracted her and made her linger much longer than she had with the first.
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Shopping generally speaking was not one of Imma’s favorite things to do. That sort of hobby usually befell her elder sisters, particularly Nana who loved fashion. When she did venture out to do any sort of shopping it was typically because she had a specific thing in mind that she wanted to buy. Today was no different. The short list of items she had in mind was relatively straight forward. The first was something for Pia or rather something for her expected baby. Imma wanted to find something that she could gift to the child once she finally had the opportunity to meet them. Perhaps a rattle or some plush animal. Whatever she found she was certain it would bring a smile to her sister’s face and help to alleviate some tiny fraction of her worry. Pleasantries always did have the ability to do that, if even superficially.
The second item she had etched upon her mental list was something for her mother. Some sort of bath oil perhaps or incense that would help with her headaches. Which of course meant she would have to stop by the bath shop or perhaps the apothecary. One of the two was guaranteed to have something to help with one’s aching head. If it failed to help with her headaches then perhaps it would at the very least smell sweet and help to relax her muscles. A small consolation perhaps, but one she was hoping would help to ease her suffering. After all she had seen her go through lately, she wanted to do at least that much for her. Though she certainly didn’t fail to realize her intentions were minor in the grand scheme of things in both circumstances. Nevertheless she was on a mission.
The last item she wanted to look into were some pressed oil pastels. They would be easier to transport than oil paints and in that way would be far more convenient when she wanted to draw something in color that was not close to home. All together it was a frivolous purchase and would be the last on her list. It meant less to her to get her own wants when she felt those close to her had legitimate needs. Taking advantage of the fact that they were in Athenia for the royal wedding, she made her way with accompaniment to the market. If she happened to fail at finding what she needed there, then she could certainly move to the shops. Though she would have much preferred not to pay the prices requested by more shopkeepers. Plus she enjoyed the energy of the market far more.
With guards in tow she made her way to the market, leaving the horses behind with one guard while the others trailed in her wake. Going anywhere without guards at her back was unlikely if not entirely impossible. At home she had far more freedom, but that was a whole world away. This place was dangerous and she was a relatively easy target. The atmosphere of the market was rather delightful for her and always managed to put a smile upon her lips. No matter her faults or shortcomings, it was utterly impossible to deny her smile. It was luminous. Bringing light to the depth of her eyes and causing them to radiate with an inner glow. The majority of her hair had been braided and interwoven before being tied with the remainder of her curls at the nape of her neck.
The chiton she chose to wore was deceptively simple. A pale orange fabric that reminded her of sunsets. Folded across her chest and secured with a golden belt. The sleeves were loose and were held at bay only by a clasp over each bicep, leaving the majority of her arms bare but for the drape of fabric from shoulder to bicep. Long and airy it provided little restriction and yet the fabric was so delicate that any time she stopped moving it cascaded to rest in accentuation against her curves. Carefully moving through the crowd she kept peeking back at the guards, making certain they didn’t lose her as they had at the art festival. That was a mistake she didn’t intend on making again. Not after her mother’s displeasure. Today she wanted nothing to taint her mother’s happiness when she presented her gift, least of all something as silly as a guard’s unfit report.
Spotting a stand with a great many baubles and trinkets she stepped inside. Some were meant to store incense themselves for noble ladies while others were sensory items. Sticks of silver with dangling bells or round rattles with carved bits about them to let the sound escape. Picking up one of the silver rattles she twisted it between her fingers, watching the little bells whip around the stick, each ringing melodiously as they went. The smile she wore only grew wider as she set it down and picked up another. Testing the toys to work out which she might like to give to Pia when the time came. The next one she tested not only had bells dangling from the wand but little bits of smooth crystal so that when she turned it about it sent tiny bits of colored light across her skin and the surrounding area. While it didn’t make quite as much noise it certainly distracted her and made her linger much longer than she had with the first.
Shopping generally speaking was not one of Imma’s favorite things to do. That sort of hobby usually befell her elder sisters, particularly Nana who loved fashion. When she did venture out to do any sort of shopping it was typically because she had a specific thing in mind that she wanted to buy. Today was no different. The short list of items she had in mind was relatively straight forward. The first was something for Pia or rather something for her expected baby. Imma wanted to find something that she could gift to the child once she finally had the opportunity to meet them. Perhaps a rattle or some plush animal. Whatever she found she was certain it would bring a smile to her sister’s face and help to alleviate some tiny fraction of her worry. Pleasantries always did have the ability to do that, if even superficially.
The second item she had etched upon her mental list was something for her mother. Some sort of bath oil perhaps or incense that would help with her headaches. Which of course meant she would have to stop by the bath shop or perhaps the apothecary. One of the two was guaranteed to have something to help with one’s aching head. If it failed to help with her headaches then perhaps it would at the very least smell sweet and help to relax her muscles. A small consolation perhaps, but one she was hoping would help to ease her suffering. After all she had seen her go through lately, she wanted to do at least that much for her. Though she certainly didn’t fail to realize her intentions were minor in the grand scheme of things in both circumstances. Nevertheless she was on a mission.
The last item she wanted to look into were some pressed oil pastels. They would be easier to transport than oil paints and in that way would be far more convenient when she wanted to draw something in color that was not close to home. All together it was a frivolous purchase and would be the last on her list. It meant less to her to get her own wants when she felt those close to her had legitimate needs. Taking advantage of the fact that they were in Athenia for the royal wedding, she made her way with accompaniment to the market. If she happened to fail at finding what she needed there, then she could certainly move to the shops. Though she would have much preferred not to pay the prices requested by more shopkeepers. Plus she enjoyed the energy of the market far more.
With guards in tow she made her way to the market, leaving the horses behind with one guard while the others trailed in her wake. Going anywhere without guards at her back was unlikely if not entirely impossible. At home she had far more freedom, but that was a whole world away. This place was dangerous and she was a relatively easy target. The atmosphere of the market was rather delightful for her and always managed to put a smile upon her lips. No matter her faults or shortcomings, it was utterly impossible to deny her smile. It was luminous. Bringing light to the depth of her eyes and causing them to radiate with an inner glow. The majority of her hair had been braided and interwoven before being tied with the remainder of her curls at the nape of her neck.
The chiton she chose to wore was deceptively simple. A pale orange fabric that reminded her of sunsets. Folded across her chest and secured with a golden belt. The sleeves were loose and were held at bay only by a clasp over each bicep, leaving the majority of her arms bare but for the drape of fabric from shoulder to bicep. Long and airy it provided little restriction and yet the fabric was so delicate that any time she stopped moving it cascaded to rest in accentuation against her curves. Carefully moving through the crowd she kept peeking back at the guards, making certain they didn’t lose her as they had at the art festival. That was a mistake she didn’t intend on making again. Not after her mother’s displeasure. Today she wanted nothing to taint her mother’s happiness when she presented her gift, least of all something as silly as a guard’s unfit report.
Spotting a stand with a great many baubles and trinkets she stepped inside. Some were meant to store incense themselves for noble ladies while others were sensory items. Sticks of silver with dangling bells or round rattles with carved bits about them to let the sound escape. Picking up one of the silver rattles she twisted it between her fingers, watching the little bells whip around the stick, each ringing melodiously as they went. The smile she wore only grew wider as she set it down and picked up another. Testing the toys to work out which she might like to give to Pia when the time came. The next one she tested not only had bells dangling from the wand but little bits of smooth crystal so that when she turned it about it sent tiny bits of colored light across her skin and the surrounding area. While it didn’t make quite as much noise it certainly distracted her and made her linger much longer than she had with the first.
Two people ran this particular stall. The wife, who stood with Imma, watching as the girl fingered this fine item or that, and the husband, who was busy haggling with a dark haired, sharp eyed man. The two men were deep in bargaining for the lapis bracelets and scarab ring he was busy talking the merchant into. The problem was not that the man did not want the items, or the silver earrings or the other little jewels that Lukos had. It was that he claimed he could not pay for it all.
Lukos stared him down, not believing a word of it. This was Vasiliadon. Of course this man could. Was his stall not larger than most? Did he not own enough red fabric to cover the whole thing to block out the sun?
Inside the stall, the sunlight filtered through the fabric and gave everyone and everything a rosy glow. The blaring heat of the day was kept at bay, though there was no wind to circulate the air, which made this ‘room’ only marginally cooler than outside. Incense burned inside a winged statue of the goddess Nike, flooding the stall with divinity and an eye watering oppression.
Lukos wanted to be done and gone but the stall owner shook his head. “I will ask my brother if he would be willing to split the profits. Will you wait?” When Lukos nodded and said that he would, the stall owner slipped out through a slit in the back and disappeared, leaving him with the wife and Imma. He’d noticed her come in but because he was deep in bargaining, he hadn’t done more than glance in her direction. Now, he had time.
His dark eyes crossed over the long, plush shelf the stall used toward the trinkets and baubles that Imma was toying with. Baby things. Though one glance at this girl told him she was not married. So this was either for her secret pregnancy, or for someone else. If her clothing was anything to go by, she was from a very rich family indeed.
Just then, a cat streaked into the stall and jumped up onto the table, yowling and scattering trinkets all over the floor. The woman owning the stall swiped at the cat, who was then followed by another, bigger cat, also yowling, tail bristled and swishing. The first cat leaped onto the stall owner’s wife, who was immediately assaulted by the second cat as it attempted to get to the first. The woman fell down as the two tom cats yowled and hissed and struck out at each other over top of her.
Lukos laughed and bent down to help pick up the scattered items, sliding two rings into the pouch at his belt as he did so.
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Two people ran this particular stall. The wife, who stood with Imma, watching as the girl fingered this fine item or that, and the husband, who was busy haggling with a dark haired, sharp eyed man. The two men were deep in bargaining for the lapis bracelets and scarab ring he was busy talking the merchant into. The problem was not that the man did not want the items, or the silver earrings or the other little jewels that Lukos had. It was that he claimed he could not pay for it all.
Lukos stared him down, not believing a word of it. This was Vasiliadon. Of course this man could. Was his stall not larger than most? Did he not own enough red fabric to cover the whole thing to block out the sun?
Inside the stall, the sunlight filtered through the fabric and gave everyone and everything a rosy glow. The blaring heat of the day was kept at bay, though there was no wind to circulate the air, which made this ‘room’ only marginally cooler than outside. Incense burned inside a winged statue of the goddess Nike, flooding the stall with divinity and an eye watering oppression.
Lukos wanted to be done and gone but the stall owner shook his head. “I will ask my brother if he would be willing to split the profits. Will you wait?” When Lukos nodded and said that he would, the stall owner slipped out through a slit in the back and disappeared, leaving him with the wife and Imma. He’d noticed her come in but because he was deep in bargaining, he hadn’t done more than glance in her direction. Now, he had time.
His dark eyes crossed over the long, plush shelf the stall used toward the trinkets and baubles that Imma was toying with. Baby things. Though one glance at this girl told him she was not married. So this was either for her secret pregnancy, or for someone else. If her clothing was anything to go by, she was from a very rich family indeed.
Just then, a cat streaked into the stall and jumped up onto the table, yowling and scattering trinkets all over the floor. The woman owning the stall swiped at the cat, who was then followed by another, bigger cat, also yowling, tail bristled and swishing. The first cat leaped onto the stall owner’s wife, who was immediately assaulted by the second cat as it attempted to get to the first. The woman fell down as the two tom cats yowled and hissed and struck out at each other over top of her.
Lukos laughed and bent down to help pick up the scattered items, sliding two rings into the pouch at his belt as he did so.
Two people ran this particular stall. The wife, who stood with Imma, watching as the girl fingered this fine item or that, and the husband, who was busy haggling with a dark haired, sharp eyed man. The two men were deep in bargaining for the lapis bracelets and scarab ring he was busy talking the merchant into. The problem was not that the man did not want the items, or the silver earrings or the other little jewels that Lukos had. It was that he claimed he could not pay for it all.
Lukos stared him down, not believing a word of it. This was Vasiliadon. Of course this man could. Was his stall not larger than most? Did he not own enough red fabric to cover the whole thing to block out the sun?
Inside the stall, the sunlight filtered through the fabric and gave everyone and everything a rosy glow. The blaring heat of the day was kept at bay, though there was no wind to circulate the air, which made this ‘room’ only marginally cooler than outside. Incense burned inside a winged statue of the goddess Nike, flooding the stall with divinity and an eye watering oppression.
Lukos wanted to be done and gone but the stall owner shook his head. “I will ask my brother if he would be willing to split the profits. Will you wait?” When Lukos nodded and said that he would, the stall owner slipped out through a slit in the back and disappeared, leaving him with the wife and Imma. He’d noticed her come in but because he was deep in bargaining, he hadn’t done more than glance in her direction. Now, he had time.
His dark eyes crossed over the long, plush shelf the stall used toward the trinkets and baubles that Imma was toying with. Baby things. Though one glance at this girl told him she was not married. So this was either for her secret pregnancy, or for someone else. If her clothing was anything to go by, she was from a very rich family indeed.
Just then, a cat streaked into the stall and jumped up onto the table, yowling and scattering trinkets all over the floor. The woman owning the stall swiped at the cat, who was then followed by another, bigger cat, also yowling, tail bristled and swishing. The first cat leaped onto the stall owner’s wife, who was immediately assaulted by the second cat as it attempted to get to the first. The woman fell down as the two tom cats yowled and hissed and struck out at each other over top of her.
Lukos laughed and bent down to help pick up the scattered items, sliding two rings into the pouch at his belt as he did so.
There wasn’t all that much in the world that could distract her so completely that she would be utterly unaware of her surroundings. Shiny little baby baubles were not one of those things. While she certainly did enjoy looking at the rattles she wasn’t so enamored with them that she missed out on the haggling taking place within the stall. There were a few occasions when her eyes passed toward the men as they debated the value of the wares that were being sold. Curious as she was she couldn’t quite help herself from looking at the pieces. Jewelry for the most part it seemed. Beautiful pieces really that weren’t native to Taengea. As much as she loved jewelry she really didn’t own much herself. It had never really been something she had bothered to buy for herself and gifts like that weren’t really the kind of thing a girl received until they reached a particular age.
While she didn’t stare per say she did look long enough to get a good idea of what the man had and in her mind make a mental projection of what the items were worth. As far as she was concerned the shopkeeper wasn’t being all that fair. Then again he was likely as interested in making money as the dark haired man was. Either way it was really none of her business. Focusing instead on the topic at hand she’d all but made up her mind about the silver rattle with its dangling bits of smooth crystal. It would be a fine gift for a young prince or princess. Though before she could really hand it over to the woman and agree to buy it the shop was disrupted by the appearance of two cats.
The animals tore through the establishment and made a terrible mess of the place before they quite literally brought the shopkeeper's wife down to the ground. Imma in an attempt to help grabbed one of the toms by the scruff, ignoring the flailing paws and spitting rage. Tossing him right back out of the tent before she turned back to the ordeal. The other cat was already tearing off out the back of the tent, leaving the unfortunate outcome of the assault behind him. Imma frowned at the mess before she moved to help the woman to her feet. Wealthy or not she was still a kind girl and would not leave the poor lady planted on her backside on the floor. When she excused herself to clean up, Imma moved to join Lukos in picking up some of the fallen items.
Luckily for him she missed his thievery in her attempt to help the shopkeeper’s wife. Picking up the pieces she placed them back where they belonged. In the midst of doing so she let her dark eyes flit toward the back where the shopkeeper had disappeared before they moved back to Lukos once more. “I think your pieces are worth more than he is willing to pay… they are not from Taengea are they?” The question was more or less rhetorical as she could tell by looking at them that they were imported pieces. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth she milled the supple flesh, causing it to build to a rosy shade of pink by the time she released it again. “May I see them?” Looking at them across the tent was one thing, holding them and seeing them close up was another.
While she had a few things she intended on buying today she had been planning to get something for herself. Mind you it had been the last thing on her list, but she might still be able to manage. Jewelry wasn’t as practical as art supplies of course but it did make her happy. Maybe that was every bit as empirical in its own way? Lifting her gaze to meet his she offered a soft smile. If there was one thing that she had that was unquestionably beautiful it was a good smile. It was genuine and always had the ability of bringing a light to her eyes that could dazzle every bit as brilliantly as the sun itself. Gods help mankind if she ever really figured out how to use it.
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There wasn’t all that much in the world that could distract her so completely that she would be utterly unaware of her surroundings. Shiny little baby baubles were not one of those things. While she certainly did enjoy looking at the rattles she wasn’t so enamored with them that she missed out on the haggling taking place within the stall. There were a few occasions when her eyes passed toward the men as they debated the value of the wares that were being sold. Curious as she was she couldn’t quite help herself from looking at the pieces. Jewelry for the most part it seemed. Beautiful pieces really that weren’t native to Taengea. As much as she loved jewelry she really didn’t own much herself. It had never really been something she had bothered to buy for herself and gifts like that weren’t really the kind of thing a girl received until they reached a particular age.
While she didn’t stare per say she did look long enough to get a good idea of what the man had and in her mind make a mental projection of what the items were worth. As far as she was concerned the shopkeeper wasn’t being all that fair. Then again he was likely as interested in making money as the dark haired man was. Either way it was really none of her business. Focusing instead on the topic at hand she’d all but made up her mind about the silver rattle with its dangling bits of smooth crystal. It would be a fine gift for a young prince or princess. Though before she could really hand it over to the woman and agree to buy it the shop was disrupted by the appearance of two cats.
The animals tore through the establishment and made a terrible mess of the place before they quite literally brought the shopkeeper's wife down to the ground. Imma in an attempt to help grabbed one of the toms by the scruff, ignoring the flailing paws and spitting rage. Tossing him right back out of the tent before she turned back to the ordeal. The other cat was already tearing off out the back of the tent, leaving the unfortunate outcome of the assault behind him. Imma frowned at the mess before she moved to help the woman to her feet. Wealthy or not she was still a kind girl and would not leave the poor lady planted on her backside on the floor. When she excused herself to clean up, Imma moved to join Lukos in picking up some of the fallen items.
Luckily for him she missed his thievery in her attempt to help the shopkeeper’s wife. Picking up the pieces she placed them back where they belonged. In the midst of doing so she let her dark eyes flit toward the back where the shopkeeper had disappeared before they moved back to Lukos once more. “I think your pieces are worth more than he is willing to pay… they are not from Taengea are they?” The question was more or less rhetorical as she could tell by looking at them that they were imported pieces. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth she milled the supple flesh, causing it to build to a rosy shade of pink by the time she released it again. “May I see them?” Looking at them across the tent was one thing, holding them and seeing them close up was another.
While she had a few things she intended on buying today she had been planning to get something for herself. Mind you it had been the last thing on her list, but she might still be able to manage. Jewelry wasn’t as practical as art supplies of course but it did make her happy. Maybe that was every bit as empirical in its own way? Lifting her gaze to meet his she offered a soft smile. If there was one thing that she had that was unquestionably beautiful it was a good smile. It was genuine and always had the ability of bringing a light to her eyes that could dazzle every bit as brilliantly as the sun itself. Gods help mankind if she ever really figured out how to use it.
There wasn’t all that much in the world that could distract her so completely that she would be utterly unaware of her surroundings. Shiny little baby baubles were not one of those things. While she certainly did enjoy looking at the rattles she wasn’t so enamored with them that she missed out on the haggling taking place within the stall. There were a few occasions when her eyes passed toward the men as they debated the value of the wares that were being sold. Curious as she was she couldn’t quite help herself from looking at the pieces. Jewelry for the most part it seemed. Beautiful pieces really that weren’t native to Taengea. As much as she loved jewelry she really didn’t own much herself. It had never really been something she had bothered to buy for herself and gifts like that weren’t really the kind of thing a girl received until they reached a particular age.
While she didn’t stare per say she did look long enough to get a good idea of what the man had and in her mind make a mental projection of what the items were worth. As far as she was concerned the shopkeeper wasn’t being all that fair. Then again he was likely as interested in making money as the dark haired man was. Either way it was really none of her business. Focusing instead on the topic at hand she’d all but made up her mind about the silver rattle with its dangling bits of smooth crystal. It would be a fine gift for a young prince or princess. Though before she could really hand it over to the woman and agree to buy it the shop was disrupted by the appearance of two cats.
The animals tore through the establishment and made a terrible mess of the place before they quite literally brought the shopkeeper's wife down to the ground. Imma in an attempt to help grabbed one of the toms by the scruff, ignoring the flailing paws and spitting rage. Tossing him right back out of the tent before she turned back to the ordeal. The other cat was already tearing off out the back of the tent, leaving the unfortunate outcome of the assault behind him. Imma frowned at the mess before she moved to help the woman to her feet. Wealthy or not she was still a kind girl and would not leave the poor lady planted on her backside on the floor. When she excused herself to clean up, Imma moved to join Lukos in picking up some of the fallen items.
Luckily for him she missed his thievery in her attempt to help the shopkeeper’s wife. Picking up the pieces she placed them back where they belonged. In the midst of doing so she let her dark eyes flit toward the back where the shopkeeper had disappeared before they moved back to Lukos once more. “I think your pieces are worth more than he is willing to pay… they are not from Taengea are they?” The question was more or less rhetorical as she could tell by looking at them that they were imported pieces. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth she milled the supple flesh, causing it to build to a rosy shade of pink by the time she released it again. “May I see them?” Looking at them across the tent was one thing, holding them and seeing them close up was another.
While she had a few things she intended on buying today she had been planning to get something for herself. Mind you it had been the last thing on her list, but she might still be able to manage. Jewelry wasn’t as practical as art supplies of course but it did make her happy. Maybe that was every bit as empirical in its own way? Lifting her gaze to meet his she offered a soft smile. If there was one thing that she had that was unquestionably beautiful it was a good smile. It was genuine and always had the ability of bringing a light to her eyes that could dazzle every bit as brilliantly as the sun itself. Gods help mankind if she ever really figured out how to use it.
He merely pocketed the two rings, no more, and knelt on the ground, putting his handful of trinkets back onto the shelf. His gaze followed the pretty little blonde as she helped up the shopkeeper’s wife. An apt distraction. He hadn’t meant for the cats to come and for the whole tent to devolve into chaos, but it had and it worked to his advantage. Obviously he could not sell these rings in this stall, but, perhaps their neighbor’s stall? Cause a little bit of confusion tomorrow morning as to how that little snafu had occurred because, for sure, at some point, the shopkeeper and his wife would note them missing. By then he would be long gone and there was no way to prove whether they were lost or stolen by himself or this young lady who managed to catch his gaze.
Arching an eyebrow at her soft smile, he glanced at the shop keeper’s wife, who wasn’t paying them much attention. She was too busy setting everything to rights. The exposed portions of the woman’s arms and chest were coated in superficial scratches from the cats. The woman excused herself for just a moment to tend to them, begging for Imma to please watch the shop.
Once she was gone was when the girl posed her questions to him.
“Egypt,” he said, pulling them back out for her to look at and setting them on the ground between them. “And I know. If he won’t agree to my price, I’ll go elsewhere.” Then he looked her over again, interested in why she cared enough to bother telling a complete stranger her opinion on the matter. She didn’t look like a merchant’s daughter but she was acting like one.
When she asked to see the pieces, he laid all of them, the lapis and the silver out between them and waved his hand across them as though they were laid upon a bed of black dyed silk, placed upon a pillow for her perusal, rather than grassy dirt. “Inspect them to your heart’s content,” he said. “I won’t give you a fair price, though,” he warned. “I’m going to charge you an exorbitant amount. That will make them worth more to you.” He didn’t believe for a second that she was truly going to buy any of them.
What he hoped, was that if she was already interested, that the shopkeeper would come back, see, and then agree to buy the entire lot at what Lukos had asked for originally. No less.
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He merely pocketed the two rings, no more, and knelt on the ground, putting his handful of trinkets back onto the shelf. His gaze followed the pretty little blonde as she helped up the shopkeeper’s wife. An apt distraction. He hadn’t meant for the cats to come and for the whole tent to devolve into chaos, but it had and it worked to his advantage. Obviously he could not sell these rings in this stall, but, perhaps their neighbor’s stall? Cause a little bit of confusion tomorrow morning as to how that little snafu had occurred because, for sure, at some point, the shopkeeper and his wife would note them missing. By then he would be long gone and there was no way to prove whether they were lost or stolen by himself or this young lady who managed to catch his gaze.
Arching an eyebrow at her soft smile, he glanced at the shop keeper’s wife, who wasn’t paying them much attention. She was too busy setting everything to rights. The exposed portions of the woman’s arms and chest were coated in superficial scratches from the cats. The woman excused herself for just a moment to tend to them, begging for Imma to please watch the shop.
Once she was gone was when the girl posed her questions to him.
“Egypt,” he said, pulling them back out for her to look at and setting them on the ground between them. “And I know. If he won’t agree to my price, I’ll go elsewhere.” Then he looked her over again, interested in why she cared enough to bother telling a complete stranger her opinion on the matter. She didn’t look like a merchant’s daughter but she was acting like one.
When she asked to see the pieces, he laid all of them, the lapis and the silver out between them and waved his hand across them as though they were laid upon a bed of black dyed silk, placed upon a pillow for her perusal, rather than grassy dirt. “Inspect them to your heart’s content,” he said. “I won’t give you a fair price, though,” he warned. “I’m going to charge you an exorbitant amount. That will make them worth more to you.” He didn’t believe for a second that she was truly going to buy any of them.
What he hoped, was that if she was already interested, that the shopkeeper would come back, see, and then agree to buy the entire lot at what Lukos had asked for originally. No less.
He merely pocketed the two rings, no more, and knelt on the ground, putting his handful of trinkets back onto the shelf. His gaze followed the pretty little blonde as she helped up the shopkeeper’s wife. An apt distraction. He hadn’t meant for the cats to come and for the whole tent to devolve into chaos, but it had and it worked to his advantage. Obviously he could not sell these rings in this stall, but, perhaps their neighbor’s stall? Cause a little bit of confusion tomorrow morning as to how that little snafu had occurred because, for sure, at some point, the shopkeeper and his wife would note them missing. By then he would be long gone and there was no way to prove whether they were lost or stolen by himself or this young lady who managed to catch his gaze.
Arching an eyebrow at her soft smile, he glanced at the shop keeper’s wife, who wasn’t paying them much attention. She was too busy setting everything to rights. The exposed portions of the woman’s arms and chest were coated in superficial scratches from the cats. The woman excused herself for just a moment to tend to them, begging for Imma to please watch the shop.
Once she was gone was when the girl posed her questions to him.
“Egypt,” he said, pulling them back out for her to look at and setting them on the ground between them. “And I know. If he won’t agree to my price, I’ll go elsewhere.” Then he looked her over again, interested in why she cared enough to bother telling a complete stranger her opinion on the matter. She didn’t look like a merchant’s daughter but she was acting like one.
When she asked to see the pieces, he laid all of them, the lapis and the silver out between them and waved his hand across them as though they were laid upon a bed of black dyed silk, placed upon a pillow for her perusal, rather than grassy dirt. “Inspect them to your heart’s content,” he said. “I won’t give you a fair price, though,” he warned. “I’m going to charge you an exorbitant amount. That will make them worth more to you.” He didn’t believe for a second that she was truly going to buy any of them.
What he hoped, was that if she was already interested, that the shopkeeper would come back, see, and then agree to buy the entire lot at what Lukos had asked for originally. No less.
It wouldn’t do all that well to have the shopkeeper or his wife overhear her asking about the goods. At least it wouldn’t help her in the slightest. The only good that could come of that would be entirely in the dark haired man’s favor. Thankfully they were for the moment indisposed and Imma had the freedom to inquire about the pieces without a greedy eye leering down over her shoulder. As he confessed where the pieces had come from her smile broadened. While she had read a great deal about Egypt she certainly hadn’t seen it. On a rare occasion she had seen some of the jewelry imported, but she had never come close to owning any or wearing any for that matter. As he laid them out she let her gaze pass toward them, drawn in as any bird might be by the glistening metal and gems.
Picking up one of the bracelets she took him up on his offer. Sliding the cuff on her wrist before twisting it to see how the silver and lapis looked against her skin. It was such an incredibly vivid shade of blue. So unlike anything she had seen produced in Taengea. “It’s beautiful.” They all were really but she was particularly enamored with the bracelet in question. Laughing softly she let her gaze move back toward him, her eyes warming to a distinctly honey hue. “That seems almost criminal. How do you know what would make something worth more to me anyway?” Imma kept her eyes pinned on him as she tipped her head to the side. He was a curious sort of individual wasn’t he? Not that she could blame him for doing what was best for his own pocket.
Looking back to the bracelet on her wrist she drew a deep breath, allowing the inhalation to carry her chest to the very brink of splitting the threads of her chiton before she exhaled once more. “I find myself in a rather unfortunate predicament then. See I have two gifts I need to be certain to buy before I consider anything for myself. Since I have no genuine idea what the second may cost I am not entirely sure what I can offer you.” A thought bounced about within her mind before she glanced back over her shoulder toward where the shopkeep had disappeared. Looking back his way once more she offered the only real option she had at her disposal. “I have one more stop to make and once I am through I will know exactly how much I have. It is certain to be more than he would pay you… though just how much more so is the real question. If at the end it isn’t enough to please you then I’ll still pay you something for taking up your time and you can take your wares elsewhere to get the price you like.”
In her mind it seemed like a more than fair arrangement. He might not sell his lot right then and there but he would make more in the long run. Picking herself up off the ground she took her chiton in hand, giving it a gentle tap to discard any remnants of earth from its surface. “What do you think? Is it worth a moment or two of your time?” Waiting for his reply she cupped her hand over her wrist, hoping he’d agree. She was already rather fond of the bracelet and the opportunity to buy her first piece of jewelry was really quite exciting. That the jewelry just happened to be from Egypt made it all the more so.
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It wouldn’t do all that well to have the shopkeeper or his wife overhear her asking about the goods. At least it wouldn’t help her in the slightest. The only good that could come of that would be entirely in the dark haired man’s favor. Thankfully they were for the moment indisposed and Imma had the freedom to inquire about the pieces without a greedy eye leering down over her shoulder. As he confessed where the pieces had come from her smile broadened. While she had read a great deal about Egypt she certainly hadn’t seen it. On a rare occasion she had seen some of the jewelry imported, but she had never come close to owning any or wearing any for that matter. As he laid them out she let her gaze pass toward them, drawn in as any bird might be by the glistening metal and gems.
Picking up one of the bracelets she took him up on his offer. Sliding the cuff on her wrist before twisting it to see how the silver and lapis looked against her skin. It was such an incredibly vivid shade of blue. So unlike anything she had seen produced in Taengea. “It’s beautiful.” They all were really but she was particularly enamored with the bracelet in question. Laughing softly she let her gaze move back toward him, her eyes warming to a distinctly honey hue. “That seems almost criminal. How do you know what would make something worth more to me anyway?” Imma kept her eyes pinned on him as she tipped her head to the side. He was a curious sort of individual wasn’t he? Not that she could blame him for doing what was best for his own pocket.
Looking back to the bracelet on her wrist she drew a deep breath, allowing the inhalation to carry her chest to the very brink of splitting the threads of her chiton before she exhaled once more. “I find myself in a rather unfortunate predicament then. See I have two gifts I need to be certain to buy before I consider anything for myself. Since I have no genuine idea what the second may cost I am not entirely sure what I can offer you.” A thought bounced about within her mind before she glanced back over her shoulder toward where the shopkeep had disappeared. Looking back his way once more she offered the only real option she had at her disposal. “I have one more stop to make and once I am through I will know exactly how much I have. It is certain to be more than he would pay you… though just how much more so is the real question. If at the end it isn’t enough to please you then I’ll still pay you something for taking up your time and you can take your wares elsewhere to get the price you like.”
In her mind it seemed like a more than fair arrangement. He might not sell his lot right then and there but he would make more in the long run. Picking herself up off the ground she took her chiton in hand, giving it a gentle tap to discard any remnants of earth from its surface. “What do you think? Is it worth a moment or two of your time?” Waiting for his reply she cupped her hand over her wrist, hoping he’d agree. She was already rather fond of the bracelet and the opportunity to buy her first piece of jewelry was really quite exciting. That the jewelry just happened to be from Egypt made it all the more so.
It wouldn’t do all that well to have the shopkeeper or his wife overhear her asking about the goods. At least it wouldn’t help her in the slightest. The only good that could come of that would be entirely in the dark haired man’s favor. Thankfully they were for the moment indisposed and Imma had the freedom to inquire about the pieces without a greedy eye leering down over her shoulder. As he confessed where the pieces had come from her smile broadened. While she had read a great deal about Egypt she certainly hadn’t seen it. On a rare occasion she had seen some of the jewelry imported, but she had never come close to owning any or wearing any for that matter. As he laid them out she let her gaze pass toward them, drawn in as any bird might be by the glistening metal and gems.
Picking up one of the bracelets she took him up on his offer. Sliding the cuff on her wrist before twisting it to see how the silver and lapis looked against her skin. It was such an incredibly vivid shade of blue. So unlike anything she had seen produced in Taengea. “It’s beautiful.” They all were really but she was particularly enamored with the bracelet in question. Laughing softly she let her gaze move back toward him, her eyes warming to a distinctly honey hue. “That seems almost criminal. How do you know what would make something worth more to me anyway?” Imma kept her eyes pinned on him as she tipped her head to the side. He was a curious sort of individual wasn’t he? Not that she could blame him for doing what was best for his own pocket.
Looking back to the bracelet on her wrist she drew a deep breath, allowing the inhalation to carry her chest to the very brink of splitting the threads of her chiton before she exhaled once more. “I find myself in a rather unfortunate predicament then. See I have two gifts I need to be certain to buy before I consider anything for myself. Since I have no genuine idea what the second may cost I am not entirely sure what I can offer you.” A thought bounced about within her mind before she glanced back over her shoulder toward where the shopkeep had disappeared. Looking back his way once more she offered the only real option she had at her disposal. “I have one more stop to make and once I am through I will know exactly how much I have. It is certain to be more than he would pay you… though just how much more so is the real question. If at the end it isn’t enough to please you then I’ll still pay you something for taking up your time and you can take your wares elsewhere to get the price you like.”
In her mind it seemed like a more than fair arrangement. He might not sell his lot right then and there but he would make more in the long run. Picking herself up off the ground she took her chiton in hand, giving it a gentle tap to discard any remnants of earth from its surface. “What do you think? Is it worth a moment or two of your time?” Waiting for his reply she cupped her hand over her wrist, hoping he’d agree. She was already rather fond of the bracelet and the opportunity to buy her first piece of jewelry was really quite exciting. That the jewelry just happened to be from Egypt made it all the more so.
As he’d hoped, she picked up one of the bracelets and slid it onto her delicate wrist. His dark eyes took in every detail of her face as she looked down, admiring the way that the blue complimented the silver she already owned. He was pleased when she admitted, out loud, that she found the beads to be beautiful. They certainly were, but he appreciated her admiration of them for a different reason, beyond stroking his own vanity at being able to pick out fine pieces; she was honest. And he dearly loved to deal with honest people. They were usually so sweet and trusting.
He smirked when she pointed out that it was criminal. “It’s not criminal. It’s business.” Shifting his weight a bit, he steadily held her gaze as she tilted her head to the side. When she asked how he knew what made things more valuable to her, he gave her a half shrug. “People are very simple. If I told you there were thousands of these things, and gave it to you, telling you I could hardly get rid of them because everyone has one, then that makes it not valuable. But if it’s rare, and it cost me greatly to procure it, then you are paying me both for what the item’s value is, and my time in getting it. It’s a fair trade of us both acknowledging that this is a worthwhile beauty and should be highly valued.” His eyes never left hers as he spoke and he took the opportunity to study her once her gaze flicked back down to her wrist. She then made the rather tragic revelation that she didn’t have much money on her. That she was buying gifts for other people. He was about to point out that she could always go home, perhaps, and get more money for them later but she beat him to it by stating she had one more stop to make and then she’d be able to pay him.
Arching a brow at her, a slow smirk crossed his lips. She hadn’t even haggled with him yet and already she was offering a price higher than the stall owner was willing to pay. Dropping his black gaze to the dirt at their feet, he scooped up the rest of the jewelry and replaced them in the pouch on his belt. “Alright,” he agreed. “Let’s go to this next stop. I have all afternoon.” He didn’t, really. The jewelry needed to be offloaded if he could and then he needed to go back down to the docks to ensure that his ship was still fit for another voyage, which he didn’t think it was. There were minor repairs to be made but if they weren’t done, then problems could arise while at sea and the repairs wouldn’t be so minor.
His mind had already begun on his self appointed task list when he noticed her cup her palm over the bracelet. Oh yes. She already liked it enough to feel ownership of it. Possibly he could get her to buy a ring as well. After all, it’d look so nice against that bracelet she was now wearing. And her earrings...wouldn’t they look best if they were lapis too? With these sorts of ideas floating about his thoughts, he gestured towards the opening of the stall.
“After you, my lady. I am completely at your leisure.”
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As he’d hoped, she picked up one of the bracelets and slid it onto her delicate wrist. His dark eyes took in every detail of her face as she looked down, admiring the way that the blue complimented the silver she already owned. He was pleased when she admitted, out loud, that she found the beads to be beautiful. They certainly were, but he appreciated her admiration of them for a different reason, beyond stroking his own vanity at being able to pick out fine pieces; she was honest. And he dearly loved to deal with honest people. They were usually so sweet and trusting.
He smirked when she pointed out that it was criminal. “It’s not criminal. It’s business.” Shifting his weight a bit, he steadily held her gaze as she tilted her head to the side. When she asked how he knew what made things more valuable to her, he gave her a half shrug. “People are very simple. If I told you there were thousands of these things, and gave it to you, telling you I could hardly get rid of them because everyone has one, then that makes it not valuable. But if it’s rare, and it cost me greatly to procure it, then you are paying me both for what the item’s value is, and my time in getting it. It’s a fair trade of us both acknowledging that this is a worthwhile beauty and should be highly valued.” His eyes never left hers as he spoke and he took the opportunity to study her once her gaze flicked back down to her wrist. She then made the rather tragic revelation that she didn’t have much money on her. That she was buying gifts for other people. He was about to point out that she could always go home, perhaps, and get more money for them later but she beat him to it by stating she had one more stop to make and then she’d be able to pay him.
Arching a brow at her, a slow smirk crossed his lips. She hadn’t even haggled with him yet and already she was offering a price higher than the stall owner was willing to pay. Dropping his black gaze to the dirt at their feet, he scooped up the rest of the jewelry and replaced them in the pouch on his belt. “Alright,” he agreed. “Let’s go to this next stop. I have all afternoon.” He didn’t, really. The jewelry needed to be offloaded if he could and then he needed to go back down to the docks to ensure that his ship was still fit for another voyage, which he didn’t think it was. There were minor repairs to be made but if they weren’t done, then problems could arise while at sea and the repairs wouldn’t be so minor.
His mind had already begun on his self appointed task list when he noticed her cup her palm over the bracelet. Oh yes. She already liked it enough to feel ownership of it. Possibly he could get her to buy a ring as well. After all, it’d look so nice against that bracelet she was now wearing. And her earrings...wouldn’t they look best if they were lapis too? With these sorts of ideas floating about his thoughts, he gestured towards the opening of the stall.
“After you, my lady. I am completely at your leisure.”
As he’d hoped, she picked up one of the bracelets and slid it onto her delicate wrist. His dark eyes took in every detail of her face as she looked down, admiring the way that the blue complimented the silver she already owned. He was pleased when she admitted, out loud, that she found the beads to be beautiful. They certainly were, but he appreciated her admiration of them for a different reason, beyond stroking his own vanity at being able to pick out fine pieces; she was honest. And he dearly loved to deal with honest people. They were usually so sweet and trusting.
He smirked when she pointed out that it was criminal. “It’s not criminal. It’s business.” Shifting his weight a bit, he steadily held her gaze as she tilted her head to the side. When she asked how he knew what made things more valuable to her, he gave her a half shrug. “People are very simple. If I told you there were thousands of these things, and gave it to you, telling you I could hardly get rid of them because everyone has one, then that makes it not valuable. But if it’s rare, and it cost me greatly to procure it, then you are paying me both for what the item’s value is, and my time in getting it. It’s a fair trade of us both acknowledging that this is a worthwhile beauty and should be highly valued.” His eyes never left hers as he spoke and he took the opportunity to study her once her gaze flicked back down to her wrist. She then made the rather tragic revelation that she didn’t have much money on her. That she was buying gifts for other people. He was about to point out that she could always go home, perhaps, and get more money for them later but she beat him to it by stating she had one more stop to make and then she’d be able to pay him.
Arching a brow at her, a slow smirk crossed his lips. She hadn’t even haggled with him yet and already she was offering a price higher than the stall owner was willing to pay. Dropping his black gaze to the dirt at their feet, he scooped up the rest of the jewelry and replaced them in the pouch on his belt. “Alright,” he agreed. “Let’s go to this next stop. I have all afternoon.” He didn’t, really. The jewelry needed to be offloaded if he could and then he needed to go back down to the docks to ensure that his ship was still fit for another voyage, which he didn’t think it was. There were minor repairs to be made but if they weren’t done, then problems could arise while at sea and the repairs wouldn’t be so minor.
His mind had already begun on his self appointed task list when he noticed her cup her palm over the bracelet. Oh yes. She already liked it enough to feel ownership of it. Possibly he could get her to buy a ring as well. After all, it’d look so nice against that bracelet she was now wearing. And her earrings...wouldn’t they look best if they were lapis too? With these sorts of ideas floating about his thoughts, he gestured towards the opening of the stall.
“After you, my lady. I am completely at your leisure.”
The logic he tried to use in order to justify his business proposition earned the slightest narrowing of her eyes. Considering his words for a moment as he let them flow freely between his lips. He was very good with words. That much she decided quite early on. What she was still trying to make out was whether or not he was genuine with them. That was a great deal harder to pinpoint. Being able to spin a fine yarn was one thing, ensuring it was strong of fiber was another. “Perhaps most people are simple. I would not be so easily dissuaded simply based on the prevalence of something. I am as taken by the beauty of the blossoming lavender as I am that of your beads. The lavender is everywhere and yet if there was a florist here with fresh bundles I would still happily buy them. Beauty should be appreciated no matter how rare. Still I suppose your idea of value is genuine enough. Typically people will pay more for something if they think it is unique.”
Just how intently he watched her was unknown to her at that point. If he was looking upon her for any reason other than to simply remain present in the moment then she was utterly unaware. For all she knew the conversation and the prospect of purchase was as straightforward as it possibly could have been. The reaction he had to her offer surprised her just a little. Though it was not one she outwardly let on, which was unusual for Imma. The flutter of nerves in her belly as he smirked was felt without question, but she didn’t allow the flustered sensation to contort her delicate features. Once he finally agreed she released a small breath she hadn’t quite realized she’d been holding. Allowing a smile to ascend upon her lips. “Good.” The singular word was all but chirped as though she were a songbird on a limb. Eager to flit away and enjoy the remainder of her day.
Before she would leave Imma would make certain to pay for the rattle she’d decided to buy. The amount she had spent for the silver gift was less than she’d expected so she was fairly certain she would have enough to offer him for the bracelet. Tucking the rattle away within her small bag she slid it back on her wrist and tied it tight; right up next to the lapis bracelet she still wore upon her wrist. The sight of it made her feel almost giddy. It was so very lovely and she did think it was special. Not just because it was Egyptian but because it would be the first thing she bought for herself that was not functional. At least not in the traditional sense. As she left the stall with Lukos he’d find the guard her mother had shackled her with close behind. The man was subtle enough not to follow right at her heels, but he was still there playing babysitter for the sake of her mother’s sanity.
“Since we are to spend the afternoon together, perhaps it would be prudent to exchange names? I am Imma of Leventi…” The hopeful return of her dark eyes toward his person made her seem almost puppy like. Baited to his response and waiting for his name. In the meantime she let herself consider him for a moment. It was honestly the first time she’d ever truly looked at him, studied him really. He was rather handsome for a random peddler. Dark hair and eyes with a rich tan. No doubt he spent a great deal more time in the sun than she did. Perhaps he traveled for his wares? “Are you a traveler? You do not seem like a common merchant…” The thought may have been slightly aimless, but she was nothing of the sort herself. Imma knew where she was going and was cutting a path toward the apothecary so she could seek out something for her mother.
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The logic he tried to use in order to justify his business proposition earned the slightest narrowing of her eyes. Considering his words for a moment as he let them flow freely between his lips. He was very good with words. That much she decided quite early on. What she was still trying to make out was whether or not he was genuine with them. That was a great deal harder to pinpoint. Being able to spin a fine yarn was one thing, ensuring it was strong of fiber was another. “Perhaps most people are simple. I would not be so easily dissuaded simply based on the prevalence of something. I am as taken by the beauty of the blossoming lavender as I am that of your beads. The lavender is everywhere and yet if there was a florist here with fresh bundles I would still happily buy them. Beauty should be appreciated no matter how rare. Still I suppose your idea of value is genuine enough. Typically people will pay more for something if they think it is unique.”
Just how intently he watched her was unknown to her at that point. If he was looking upon her for any reason other than to simply remain present in the moment then she was utterly unaware. For all she knew the conversation and the prospect of purchase was as straightforward as it possibly could have been. The reaction he had to her offer surprised her just a little. Though it was not one she outwardly let on, which was unusual for Imma. The flutter of nerves in her belly as he smirked was felt without question, but she didn’t allow the flustered sensation to contort her delicate features. Once he finally agreed she released a small breath she hadn’t quite realized she’d been holding. Allowing a smile to ascend upon her lips. “Good.” The singular word was all but chirped as though she were a songbird on a limb. Eager to flit away and enjoy the remainder of her day.
Before she would leave Imma would make certain to pay for the rattle she’d decided to buy. The amount she had spent for the silver gift was less than she’d expected so she was fairly certain she would have enough to offer him for the bracelet. Tucking the rattle away within her small bag she slid it back on her wrist and tied it tight; right up next to the lapis bracelet she still wore upon her wrist. The sight of it made her feel almost giddy. It was so very lovely and she did think it was special. Not just because it was Egyptian but because it would be the first thing she bought for herself that was not functional. At least not in the traditional sense. As she left the stall with Lukos he’d find the guard her mother had shackled her with close behind. The man was subtle enough not to follow right at her heels, but he was still there playing babysitter for the sake of her mother’s sanity.
“Since we are to spend the afternoon together, perhaps it would be prudent to exchange names? I am Imma of Leventi…” The hopeful return of her dark eyes toward his person made her seem almost puppy like. Baited to his response and waiting for his name. In the meantime she let herself consider him for a moment. It was honestly the first time she’d ever truly looked at him, studied him really. He was rather handsome for a random peddler. Dark hair and eyes with a rich tan. No doubt he spent a great deal more time in the sun than she did. Perhaps he traveled for his wares? “Are you a traveler? You do not seem like a common merchant…” The thought may have been slightly aimless, but she was nothing of the sort herself. Imma knew where she was going and was cutting a path toward the apothecary so she could seek out something for her mother.
The logic he tried to use in order to justify his business proposition earned the slightest narrowing of her eyes. Considering his words for a moment as he let them flow freely between his lips. He was very good with words. That much she decided quite early on. What she was still trying to make out was whether or not he was genuine with them. That was a great deal harder to pinpoint. Being able to spin a fine yarn was one thing, ensuring it was strong of fiber was another. “Perhaps most people are simple. I would not be so easily dissuaded simply based on the prevalence of something. I am as taken by the beauty of the blossoming lavender as I am that of your beads. The lavender is everywhere and yet if there was a florist here with fresh bundles I would still happily buy them. Beauty should be appreciated no matter how rare. Still I suppose your idea of value is genuine enough. Typically people will pay more for something if they think it is unique.”
Just how intently he watched her was unknown to her at that point. If he was looking upon her for any reason other than to simply remain present in the moment then she was utterly unaware. For all she knew the conversation and the prospect of purchase was as straightforward as it possibly could have been. The reaction he had to her offer surprised her just a little. Though it was not one she outwardly let on, which was unusual for Imma. The flutter of nerves in her belly as he smirked was felt without question, but she didn’t allow the flustered sensation to contort her delicate features. Once he finally agreed she released a small breath she hadn’t quite realized she’d been holding. Allowing a smile to ascend upon her lips. “Good.” The singular word was all but chirped as though she were a songbird on a limb. Eager to flit away and enjoy the remainder of her day.
Before she would leave Imma would make certain to pay for the rattle she’d decided to buy. The amount she had spent for the silver gift was less than she’d expected so she was fairly certain she would have enough to offer him for the bracelet. Tucking the rattle away within her small bag she slid it back on her wrist and tied it tight; right up next to the lapis bracelet she still wore upon her wrist. The sight of it made her feel almost giddy. It was so very lovely and she did think it was special. Not just because it was Egyptian but because it would be the first thing she bought for herself that was not functional. At least not in the traditional sense. As she left the stall with Lukos he’d find the guard her mother had shackled her with close behind. The man was subtle enough not to follow right at her heels, but he was still there playing babysitter for the sake of her mother’s sanity.
“Since we are to spend the afternoon together, perhaps it would be prudent to exchange names? I am Imma of Leventi…” The hopeful return of her dark eyes toward his person made her seem almost puppy like. Baited to his response and waiting for his name. In the meantime she let herself consider him for a moment. It was honestly the first time she’d ever truly looked at him, studied him really. He was rather handsome for a random peddler. Dark hair and eyes with a rich tan. No doubt he spent a great deal more time in the sun than she did. Perhaps he traveled for his wares? “Are you a traveler? You do not seem like a common merchant…” The thought may have been slightly aimless, but she was nothing of the sort herself. Imma knew where she was going and was cutting a path toward the apothecary so she could seek out something for her mother.
He drummed his hand against his thigh as he waited for her to pay for the rattle. That meant waiting just the little bit of time it took for the stall vendor’s wife to come back. The rings he’d taken from them were heavily on his mind as he stared at the money that exchanged hands between the two women. Luckily for him, and unluckily for her husband, the woman did not notice that a few pieces of jewelry were missing and likely wouldn’t until tonight. Maybe even tomorrow. To cover his tracks, he told her that he’d probably be back to speak with her husband, but then he gestured at Imma.
He had to do what a lady said, right? After all, he was just a sailor...right? If horns could have curled out of his head at that moment, they would have grown and revealed him for what he definitely could be. Or perhaps he might have grown wolf’s fangs. His gaze on Imma’s back was hungry enough but he reined that in the second a guard fell into step with them outside the stall.
What was it with Taengea? Oh. Right. The Creed. He’d heard tell of the cult and the attack but he hadn’t been in port at the time and so hadn’t seen it. Too bad. He could have made good on the chaos. After all, if the Creed were only after the upper classes, they’d have left him and his ilk alone.
Her soft voice filtered him out of his thoughts and drew him back to the present. “Hmmm?” he blinked, trying to catch what she’d said and then realized she was asking for names. Once she introduced herself, he felt a bit of confusion trickle down his back like a splash of cold water. Leventi? There couldn’t be a terrible number of those..and in Vasiliadon. Drawing breath in through his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck.
“Leventi...related to Eirini of Leventi?” he clarified. Once he had that answer, he gave her his name, though he doubted she would know it. Eirini probably didn’t want to spread around the relation. “Lukos of Magnemea.” Yet another thing she’d likely not recognize unless she studied the provinces of Colchis. Or perhaps had been there, but that he very much doubted. People who lived in Magnemea rarely had occasion to leave.
“I do travel,” he nodded, putting his hands behind his back, conscious of her nanny goat behind them. Leventi. That was a problem. He’d had fantasies of getting her alone. Those were shot all to pieces now. “I’m a merchant of sorts.” Glancing down at her, he arched an eyebrow. “I get people what they want. Things that are hard to get or that other people aren’t willing to.” Pointing to where he knew port to be, he said, “My ship is down there.”
He might not look all that rich but he sure as fuck had a whole fucking vessel which was more than most people could boast of and a crew on top of it. Plus, he could come and go as he pleased. Not even her king could do that. The truth of his life was that he was beholden to nothing and no one. Completely free to do whatever the fuck he wanted and he usually did.
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He drummed his hand against his thigh as he waited for her to pay for the rattle. That meant waiting just the little bit of time it took for the stall vendor’s wife to come back. The rings he’d taken from them were heavily on his mind as he stared at the money that exchanged hands between the two women. Luckily for him, and unluckily for her husband, the woman did not notice that a few pieces of jewelry were missing and likely wouldn’t until tonight. Maybe even tomorrow. To cover his tracks, he told her that he’d probably be back to speak with her husband, but then he gestured at Imma.
He had to do what a lady said, right? After all, he was just a sailor...right? If horns could have curled out of his head at that moment, they would have grown and revealed him for what he definitely could be. Or perhaps he might have grown wolf’s fangs. His gaze on Imma’s back was hungry enough but he reined that in the second a guard fell into step with them outside the stall.
What was it with Taengea? Oh. Right. The Creed. He’d heard tell of the cult and the attack but he hadn’t been in port at the time and so hadn’t seen it. Too bad. He could have made good on the chaos. After all, if the Creed were only after the upper classes, they’d have left him and his ilk alone.
Her soft voice filtered him out of his thoughts and drew him back to the present. “Hmmm?” he blinked, trying to catch what she’d said and then realized she was asking for names. Once she introduced herself, he felt a bit of confusion trickle down his back like a splash of cold water. Leventi? There couldn’t be a terrible number of those..and in Vasiliadon. Drawing breath in through his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck.
“Leventi...related to Eirini of Leventi?” he clarified. Once he had that answer, he gave her his name, though he doubted she would know it. Eirini probably didn’t want to spread around the relation. “Lukos of Magnemea.” Yet another thing she’d likely not recognize unless she studied the provinces of Colchis. Or perhaps had been there, but that he very much doubted. People who lived in Magnemea rarely had occasion to leave.
“I do travel,” he nodded, putting his hands behind his back, conscious of her nanny goat behind them. Leventi. That was a problem. He’d had fantasies of getting her alone. Those were shot all to pieces now. “I’m a merchant of sorts.” Glancing down at her, he arched an eyebrow. “I get people what they want. Things that are hard to get or that other people aren’t willing to.” Pointing to where he knew port to be, he said, “My ship is down there.”
He might not look all that rich but he sure as fuck had a whole fucking vessel which was more than most people could boast of and a crew on top of it. Plus, he could come and go as he pleased. Not even her king could do that. The truth of his life was that he was beholden to nothing and no one. Completely free to do whatever the fuck he wanted and he usually did.
He drummed his hand against his thigh as he waited for her to pay for the rattle. That meant waiting just the little bit of time it took for the stall vendor’s wife to come back. The rings he’d taken from them were heavily on his mind as he stared at the money that exchanged hands between the two women. Luckily for him, and unluckily for her husband, the woman did not notice that a few pieces of jewelry were missing and likely wouldn’t until tonight. Maybe even tomorrow. To cover his tracks, he told her that he’d probably be back to speak with her husband, but then he gestured at Imma.
He had to do what a lady said, right? After all, he was just a sailor...right? If horns could have curled out of his head at that moment, they would have grown and revealed him for what he definitely could be. Or perhaps he might have grown wolf’s fangs. His gaze on Imma’s back was hungry enough but he reined that in the second a guard fell into step with them outside the stall.
What was it with Taengea? Oh. Right. The Creed. He’d heard tell of the cult and the attack but he hadn’t been in port at the time and so hadn’t seen it. Too bad. He could have made good on the chaos. After all, if the Creed were only after the upper classes, they’d have left him and his ilk alone.
Her soft voice filtered him out of his thoughts and drew him back to the present. “Hmmm?” he blinked, trying to catch what she’d said and then realized she was asking for names. Once she introduced herself, he felt a bit of confusion trickle down his back like a splash of cold water. Leventi? There couldn’t be a terrible number of those..and in Vasiliadon. Drawing breath in through his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck.
“Leventi...related to Eirini of Leventi?” he clarified. Once he had that answer, he gave her his name, though he doubted she would know it. Eirini probably didn’t want to spread around the relation. “Lukos of Magnemea.” Yet another thing she’d likely not recognize unless she studied the provinces of Colchis. Or perhaps had been there, but that he very much doubted. People who lived in Magnemea rarely had occasion to leave.
“I do travel,” he nodded, putting his hands behind his back, conscious of her nanny goat behind them. Leventi. That was a problem. He’d had fantasies of getting her alone. Those were shot all to pieces now. “I’m a merchant of sorts.” Glancing down at her, he arched an eyebrow. “I get people what they want. Things that are hard to get or that other people aren’t willing to.” Pointing to where he knew port to be, he said, “My ship is down there.”
He might not look all that rich but he sure as fuck had a whole fucking vessel which was more than most people could boast of and a crew on top of it. Plus, he could come and go as he pleased. Not even her king could do that. The truth of his life was that he was beholden to nothing and no one. Completely free to do whatever the fuck he wanted and he usually did.
As oblivious as Imma could be at times, she was not quite enough so to miss the pinch of his nose or the seeming hint of discomfort. Had she said something wrong? The thought left her teetering on the edge of an apology that never managed to slip from her tongue. Before she knew it he was asking her about her Aunt, which earned a curious tilt of her head. “Yes. Eirini of Leventi is my Aunt. Do you know her?” The question was innocent enough. Many people knew of her Aunt, she was after all an incredibly powerful woman. One whom she looked up to a great deal. If he was acquainted with her than that could very well bode well for her and their business together. Perhaps he would not be quite so fierce about the price if he had a friendship with her Aunt. When he offered his name she smiled softly and echoed it, letting the flow of it dance through the air. “Lukos of Magnemea. It is a pleasure thus far, Lukos.”
Truth be told she did not know much about Magnemea, but she didn’t want to admit that out loud. At least not yet. It was certainly no part of Taengea, that much she knew for certain. Thankfully there was much to distract herself with that did not deal with his place of birth. Brightening considerably with his words she let her excitement revel in her tone of voice. “That sounds terribly exciting. Oh?” Following his finger in the direction which he pointed she looked toward the port as though she could actually see the ship he was mentioning. “A ship? Truly? I would love to see it. It has been a long while since I have been to a port or painted a ship. Perhaps I could paint yours? Is it a grand galleon? Broad beautiful sails and cloud splitting masts? Ships are truly exquisite works of art… does she have a name?” Of course she did, all ships had names. Imma was just excited and quite intrigued to hear the name of his ship. No doubt it was something unique.
The thrill of her string of questions had almost distracted her enough that she missed the apothecary. Thankfully she clued back in just as they were about to pass it. “Oh!” Pausing in her step she turned hard to cross past him to the little shop. It was one of the few literal structures and not just a tent or stall. The inside was full of bottles and jaws, plus open piles of different powders along with bundles of herbs. Imma offered a warm greeting for the vendor before passing on what she was looking for. “Good afternoon. I’m looking for something to help alleviate headaches. Particularly intense headaches.” The apothecary nodded before going about his business, putting together a nice helping of what she could offer her mother. In the meantime she turned her attention back to Lukos. “You find things for people from different places around the world? So in theory I could ask you to get me something and you would be able to do that?”
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As oblivious as Imma could be at times, she was not quite enough so to miss the pinch of his nose or the seeming hint of discomfort. Had she said something wrong? The thought left her teetering on the edge of an apology that never managed to slip from her tongue. Before she knew it he was asking her about her Aunt, which earned a curious tilt of her head. “Yes. Eirini of Leventi is my Aunt. Do you know her?” The question was innocent enough. Many people knew of her Aunt, she was after all an incredibly powerful woman. One whom she looked up to a great deal. If he was acquainted with her than that could very well bode well for her and their business together. Perhaps he would not be quite so fierce about the price if he had a friendship with her Aunt. When he offered his name she smiled softly and echoed it, letting the flow of it dance through the air. “Lukos of Magnemea. It is a pleasure thus far, Lukos.”
Truth be told she did not know much about Magnemea, but she didn’t want to admit that out loud. At least not yet. It was certainly no part of Taengea, that much she knew for certain. Thankfully there was much to distract herself with that did not deal with his place of birth. Brightening considerably with his words she let her excitement revel in her tone of voice. “That sounds terribly exciting. Oh?” Following his finger in the direction which he pointed she looked toward the port as though she could actually see the ship he was mentioning. “A ship? Truly? I would love to see it. It has been a long while since I have been to a port or painted a ship. Perhaps I could paint yours? Is it a grand galleon? Broad beautiful sails and cloud splitting masts? Ships are truly exquisite works of art… does she have a name?” Of course she did, all ships had names. Imma was just excited and quite intrigued to hear the name of his ship. No doubt it was something unique.
The thrill of her string of questions had almost distracted her enough that she missed the apothecary. Thankfully she clued back in just as they were about to pass it. “Oh!” Pausing in her step she turned hard to cross past him to the little shop. It was one of the few literal structures and not just a tent or stall. The inside was full of bottles and jaws, plus open piles of different powders along with bundles of herbs. Imma offered a warm greeting for the vendor before passing on what she was looking for. “Good afternoon. I’m looking for something to help alleviate headaches. Particularly intense headaches.” The apothecary nodded before going about his business, putting together a nice helping of what she could offer her mother. In the meantime she turned her attention back to Lukos. “You find things for people from different places around the world? So in theory I could ask you to get me something and you would be able to do that?”
As oblivious as Imma could be at times, she was not quite enough so to miss the pinch of his nose or the seeming hint of discomfort. Had she said something wrong? The thought left her teetering on the edge of an apology that never managed to slip from her tongue. Before she knew it he was asking her about her Aunt, which earned a curious tilt of her head. “Yes. Eirini of Leventi is my Aunt. Do you know her?” The question was innocent enough. Many people knew of her Aunt, she was after all an incredibly powerful woman. One whom she looked up to a great deal. If he was acquainted with her than that could very well bode well for her and their business together. Perhaps he would not be quite so fierce about the price if he had a friendship with her Aunt. When he offered his name she smiled softly and echoed it, letting the flow of it dance through the air. “Lukos of Magnemea. It is a pleasure thus far, Lukos.”
Truth be told she did not know much about Magnemea, but she didn’t want to admit that out loud. At least not yet. It was certainly no part of Taengea, that much she knew for certain. Thankfully there was much to distract herself with that did not deal with his place of birth. Brightening considerably with his words she let her excitement revel in her tone of voice. “That sounds terribly exciting. Oh?” Following his finger in the direction which he pointed she looked toward the port as though she could actually see the ship he was mentioning. “A ship? Truly? I would love to see it. It has been a long while since I have been to a port or painted a ship. Perhaps I could paint yours? Is it a grand galleon? Broad beautiful sails and cloud splitting masts? Ships are truly exquisite works of art… does she have a name?” Of course she did, all ships had names. Imma was just excited and quite intrigued to hear the name of his ship. No doubt it was something unique.
The thrill of her string of questions had almost distracted her enough that she missed the apothecary. Thankfully she clued back in just as they were about to pass it. “Oh!” Pausing in her step she turned hard to cross past him to the little shop. It was one of the few literal structures and not just a tent or stall. The inside was full of bottles and jaws, plus open piles of different powders along with bundles of herbs. Imma offered a warm greeting for the vendor before passing on what she was looking for. “Good afternoon. I’m looking for something to help alleviate headaches. Particularly intense headaches.” The apothecary nodded before going about his business, putting together a nice helping of what she could offer her mother. In the meantime she turned her attention back to Lukos. “You find things for people from different places around the world? So in theory I could ask you to get me something and you would be able to do that?”
“Of her, mostly,” he said. It wasn’t a lie. Exactly. They’d met twice. Spoken. But to say he knew her well enough to be able to state her opinions on anything or even to give many details about her was a bit of an overstatement. He definitely wanted to get to know her a bit more but how possible that was remained to be seen. Their run-ins up to now had been mostly fraught with details best left not thought too deeply on. It was always a bit of an adventure to come to Taengea. Especially lately.
His attention drifted back to Imma when she echoed his name. He smiled a bit and walked along beside her for a ways, letting her set both the pace and direction. After all, it was she who would be the buyer and he wanted to get as much for the wares as he could. When she latched onto the idea that his life was exciting, he tilted his head side to side and twisted his mouth a little.
Exciting. Near brushes with death on a frequent basis could definitely be classified as exciting. It all did start to have a certain sameness to it though. Come up on an island village or one by the shore, invade. Pilage, plunder, subdue. He had it down to almost a science by this point. Already he’d had Imma on the ground, tied up and ready to be taken aboard the ship in his mind. These weren’t thoughts a good man would have, but then, no one ever accused him of being a good man. It was interesting to him that this lamb of a person was walking along so blithely beside him. He had an urge to show her exactly what he was capable of, but he checked the impulse. It wouldn’t do anyone any good except for entertainment value.
“My ship? No, it’s not grand. It’s…” he hesitated on the word ‘slaver’ and decided to bypass it. Slaving was perfectly legal but people didn’t like to be reminded that their slaves had to come from somewhere. “Why don’t I show it to you? You can decide what you think of her?” Her being his ship. In answer to her question of the name, he said “Aceton. I didn’t decide the name but I didn’t see the point in changing it either.”
The name came from a fairly sad myth. So far, he hadn’t suffered the same fate as those sailors but who was to say that wouldn’t happen in the future? However, today was brilliant and lovely. The sea breeze was cooling them off and carrying with it the scent of salt water. She paused then with an exclamation and he stopped midstep, turning with her just as though they were in a dance. Quick on his feet, there was nowhere she could dart that he would not be able to follow. No doubt they would have collided if he hadn’t been quicker but the most that happened was her arm brushed against his abdomen. Glancing back at her guard, he smiled tightly and then followed her to the little apothecary stall.
This was the sort of stall he almost never came to himself. His scribe and his cook were in charge of this sort of thing and he looked on with interest as she browsed and spoke to the stall’s owner.
“You find things for people from different places around the world? So in theory I could ask you to get me something and you would be able to do that?”
His attention was on something near her and he was looking down as he nodded a ‘yes’ to her question. “I find anything for the right price,” he murmured, poking a packet of bright yellow powder. “People, things. Whatever I’m tasked with.” At last he turned his gaze back to her. “Why? What is it that you want?”
They spoke a little bit more, but, ultimately, they figured out that he didn't usually get things that she would actually be interested in. Or, even if he did, they'd be a bit too expensive. Their conversation continued peacefully, but with her guards he couldn't really get what he was after and so after she ended up buying quite a few pieces of the jewelry off him, she went to her home, and he went back to his ship.
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“Of her, mostly,” he said. It wasn’t a lie. Exactly. They’d met twice. Spoken. But to say he knew her well enough to be able to state her opinions on anything or even to give many details about her was a bit of an overstatement. He definitely wanted to get to know her a bit more but how possible that was remained to be seen. Their run-ins up to now had been mostly fraught with details best left not thought too deeply on. It was always a bit of an adventure to come to Taengea. Especially lately.
His attention drifted back to Imma when she echoed his name. He smiled a bit and walked along beside her for a ways, letting her set both the pace and direction. After all, it was she who would be the buyer and he wanted to get as much for the wares as he could. When she latched onto the idea that his life was exciting, he tilted his head side to side and twisted his mouth a little.
Exciting. Near brushes with death on a frequent basis could definitely be classified as exciting. It all did start to have a certain sameness to it though. Come up on an island village or one by the shore, invade. Pilage, plunder, subdue. He had it down to almost a science by this point. Already he’d had Imma on the ground, tied up and ready to be taken aboard the ship in his mind. These weren’t thoughts a good man would have, but then, no one ever accused him of being a good man. It was interesting to him that this lamb of a person was walking along so blithely beside him. He had an urge to show her exactly what he was capable of, but he checked the impulse. It wouldn’t do anyone any good except for entertainment value.
“My ship? No, it’s not grand. It’s…” he hesitated on the word ‘slaver’ and decided to bypass it. Slaving was perfectly legal but people didn’t like to be reminded that their slaves had to come from somewhere. “Why don’t I show it to you? You can decide what you think of her?” Her being his ship. In answer to her question of the name, he said “Aceton. I didn’t decide the name but I didn’t see the point in changing it either.”
The name came from a fairly sad myth. So far, he hadn’t suffered the same fate as those sailors but who was to say that wouldn’t happen in the future? However, today was brilliant and lovely. The sea breeze was cooling them off and carrying with it the scent of salt water. She paused then with an exclamation and he stopped midstep, turning with her just as though they were in a dance. Quick on his feet, there was nowhere she could dart that he would not be able to follow. No doubt they would have collided if he hadn’t been quicker but the most that happened was her arm brushed against his abdomen. Glancing back at her guard, he smiled tightly and then followed her to the little apothecary stall.
This was the sort of stall he almost never came to himself. His scribe and his cook were in charge of this sort of thing and he looked on with interest as she browsed and spoke to the stall’s owner.
“You find things for people from different places around the world? So in theory I could ask you to get me something and you would be able to do that?”
His attention was on something near her and he was looking down as he nodded a ‘yes’ to her question. “I find anything for the right price,” he murmured, poking a packet of bright yellow powder. “People, things. Whatever I’m tasked with.” At last he turned his gaze back to her. “Why? What is it that you want?”
They spoke a little bit more, but, ultimately, they figured out that he didn't usually get things that she would actually be interested in. Or, even if he did, they'd be a bit too expensive. Their conversation continued peacefully, but with her guards he couldn't really get what he was after and so after she ended up buying quite a few pieces of the jewelry off him, she went to her home, and he went back to his ship.
“Of her, mostly,” he said. It wasn’t a lie. Exactly. They’d met twice. Spoken. But to say he knew her well enough to be able to state her opinions on anything or even to give many details about her was a bit of an overstatement. He definitely wanted to get to know her a bit more but how possible that was remained to be seen. Their run-ins up to now had been mostly fraught with details best left not thought too deeply on. It was always a bit of an adventure to come to Taengea. Especially lately.
His attention drifted back to Imma when she echoed his name. He smiled a bit and walked along beside her for a ways, letting her set both the pace and direction. After all, it was she who would be the buyer and he wanted to get as much for the wares as he could. When she latched onto the idea that his life was exciting, he tilted his head side to side and twisted his mouth a little.
Exciting. Near brushes with death on a frequent basis could definitely be classified as exciting. It all did start to have a certain sameness to it though. Come up on an island village or one by the shore, invade. Pilage, plunder, subdue. He had it down to almost a science by this point. Already he’d had Imma on the ground, tied up and ready to be taken aboard the ship in his mind. These weren’t thoughts a good man would have, but then, no one ever accused him of being a good man. It was interesting to him that this lamb of a person was walking along so blithely beside him. He had an urge to show her exactly what he was capable of, but he checked the impulse. It wouldn’t do anyone any good except for entertainment value.
“My ship? No, it’s not grand. It’s…” he hesitated on the word ‘slaver’ and decided to bypass it. Slaving was perfectly legal but people didn’t like to be reminded that their slaves had to come from somewhere. “Why don’t I show it to you? You can decide what you think of her?” Her being his ship. In answer to her question of the name, he said “Aceton. I didn’t decide the name but I didn’t see the point in changing it either.”
The name came from a fairly sad myth. So far, he hadn’t suffered the same fate as those sailors but who was to say that wouldn’t happen in the future? However, today was brilliant and lovely. The sea breeze was cooling them off and carrying with it the scent of salt water. She paused then with an exclamation and he stopped midstep, turning with her just as though they were in a dance. Quick on his feet, there was nowhere she could dart that he would not be able to follow. No doubt they would have collided if he hadn’t been quicker but the most that happened was her arm brushed against his abdomen. Glancing back at her guard, he smiled tightly and then followed her to the little apothecary stall.
This was the sort of stall he almost never came to himself. His scribe and his cook were in charge of this sort of thing and he looked on with interest as she browsed and spoke to the stall’s owner.
“You find things for people from different places around the world? So in theory I could ask you to get me something and you would be able to do that?”
His attention was on something near her and he was looking down as he nodded a ‘yes’ to her question. “I find anything for the right price,” he murmured, poking a packet of bright yellow powder. “People, things. Whatever I’m tasked with.” At last he turned his gaze back to her. “Why? What is it that you want?”
They spoke a little bit more, but, ultimately, they figured out that he didn't usually get things that she would actually be interested in. Or, even if he did, they'd be a bit too expensive. Their conversation continued peacefully, but with her guards he couldn't really get what he was after and so after she ended up buying quite a few pieces of the jewelry off him, she went to her home, and he went back to his ship.