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Post by ~Mirette~ on Oct 21, 2015 3:10:49 GMT
Having left her cart in the care of Pride on the outskirts of the city, Deidra traveled the rest of her journey on foot. Joy was lumbering behind her master, a heavy brown leather pack upon her back, patchwork cloak rippling around her tall frame as she followed Deidra step for step. " Quit lagging behind, Joy! I just wound you up." Deidra huffed, waving her hooded companion onward as she strolled along the streets. So this was Etirath? She looked around in curiosity as there was much to explore, but sightseeing would have to wait til another time. After several days on the road, it was time for some rest and sampling of the local fare for an empty stomach.
The citizens she met in passing seemed kind enough to give her directions to an inn, contented sheep as they were, but the same seemed true for most kingdoms she had encountered. Deidra never understood how anyone could remain satisfied with such mundane living, not when life had so much more to offer, but whatever. She soon spied the inn a short hop and a skip away, making her way to the entrance. She paused at the doorway, looking over her shoulder to Joy who was now only a couple steps off her heels. " You stay outside. Mingle around a bit a let me know if you see anything interesting. Don't look at me like that! I'll call you once I have us a room for the night." Joy offered no response, at least none anyone else could hear, save for the faint sound of what seemed like chattering gears before turning to meander away back into the street. "Silly girl.", Deidra chuckled as she whirled around and hopped through the doorway of the inn.
Golden eyes peered around the ordinary room, which was just that....ordinary, but well kept it seemed. Deidra had no problem in making herself welcomed, plopping down in a chair at one of the empty tables. " Give me your best, and make it quick! If I like it, I might even throw in something a little extra!", she blurts out with a smirk. She was not short on coin for the time being, so there was no reason to spare any expense for her pleasures. No doubt there was better fare to be found within the upper side of town amongst the pompous nobles and wealthy, but here was where one could dig to find the real dirt of the Kingdom; not to mention the occasional interesting and sometimes like minded travelers. The setting sun often brought out the best of people in her opinion, once all the sheeple had settled into the mock safety and security of their masters stables.
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Post by CharlieGordon on Nov 11, 2015 15:02:04 GMT
At length, the duo turned their footsteps in the direction on an Inn, recommended by a few passers-by since leaving the marketplace. They were tired, having not really stopped in two and a half days, before spending three or more hours selling wine at the marketplace. Malcolm had a tremendous thirst on him whilst Saskia had managed to dribble mango-juice down her chin that was so sweet and sticky that she'd spent the last mile or so swatting flies away from her face. Upon their approach, a huge woman seemed to clunk by in the opposite direction. Her footfalls were heavy and she must have been over seven feet tall. Her face waseither heavily made up that it seemed immovable or it was a mask. Saskia noted the sound of machinery, a clockwork...It was all too familiar. "An automaton." She stopped and watched the figure moving away. Malcolm nodded in realisation that she was right. "A girlfriend for Al!" He joked. Al was the nickname given to their own 5ft metal man. He'd been Saskia's gaoler once upon a time but now danced to their tune when the occasion necessitated him making an appearance. "Ugh." Scoffed Saskia disgustedly. "That thing still gives me the creeps" She forged onward towards the door. Inside was dimly lit in the late afternoon sunshine but humble and comfortable. It was fairly busy with other market-traders and citizens enjoying the busy hubbub of an alehouse after another working day. There weren't any tables left so Malcom ordered a beer and Saskia retired to the washroom to clear the sticky mango residue from her face. The beer was cool and refreshing. Not too yeasty and after nearly two years since he'd actually been anywhere with a public house, he relished it. There were one or two strangers at the bar and he smiled disarmingly as he tugged down his hood, revealing an unshaven, weathered face and a roughly cropped shag of dark brown hair. He'd been cutting it himself when it occured to him and that wasn't really frequent. "Been a pleasant day!" He offered the general crowd whilst he awaited Saskia's return, motioning the window as a means of indicating the weather. He scanned the patrons for a response and his eyes fell on a lady close at hand, sitting alone at a small table. She was a little more petite than Saskia and pretty to look upon. Her eyes were what held him, though. There was no Iris but a golden sheen that made him wonder if she were blind. Before he could figure this out, he realised he was staring and didn't want to seem rude, so clumsily he spoke. "Good Afternoon Miss!" He forced a genuine-looking smile. "Forgive my intrusion but you're the second person I've seen today with truly unique and remarkable eyes..." "Really?" Interrupted Saskia, appearing as though from nowhere behind him. "I leave you for two minutes and you're hitting on the first woman you see?" Malcolm was dumbstruck. truly remarkable eyes? Had he actually said that? It seemed the corniest chat-up line ever now Saskia pointed it out and he was appalled at the sudden awkwardness of the sorry exchange. "I apologise for my friend here Madam, he is chronically socially enfeebled! I'm Saskia, this is Malcolm. We're wine merchants enjoying the calm after a busy first day at market." She bowed, never one to curtsey and teasingly tugged Malcolm's hood back upover his head... for which he was grateful! "Ugh." Scoffed Saskia disgustedly. "That thing still gives me the creeps"
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Post by ~Mirette~ on Nov 15, 2015 4:23:40 GMT
As her Master had commanded, Joy remained outside the Inn and rambled along the street until she was told otherwise. Despite her cloak that was meant to hide her mechanical physique, it was clear that she was still drawing attention of passers by due to her sheer size and colorful attire. Perhaps a more plain and simple cloak would have made her less conspicuous, but such was her Masters desire; Deidra having quite the distaste for the dull and mundane, especially when it came to the attire of herself and her beloved creations. Joy paused briefly, her head turning to gaze upon a man and woman whose eyes seemed drawn to her, reaching a gloved hand to tug the hood of her patchwork cloak farther down to shadow over the painted face she had been given. Gears clicking and chattering softly, she quickly resumed her solo exploration and went about her way.
As Deidra waited at the table, she was rather annoyed by the service which was quite slow it seemed, though she didn't bother to take into account the needs of the other patrons being met before her own as she rapped her fingertips impatiently against the worn oaken table top. " Some time today would be nice you know. A generous tip hangs in the balance!" she grumbled with an indignant huff. At the opening of the front door, Deidra's attention was briefly called to look upon the latest pair of customers to enter since her own recent arrival. Neither of the two seemed of much interest, at least until she caught the stare of the man.
"Oh Gods no, surely I am not his target for the night.", she mumbled to herself, at least until he complimented her eyes; being a sucker for compliments as she was, even pathetic ones. At any rate, it was enough for Dee to warrant giving him a second look. With his hood down, she noted his features with photographic precision as he gazed upon her from the bar, a bit rough around the edges perhaps but he looked as though he may clean up somewhat nice. As for wine merchants, she was not quite sure if she would buy into that farce. Sure it was possible, but for some reason they just seemed more than merchants before her astute stare.
"Unique and remarkable you say?" She questioned, lips curling into a smoldering grin as she tipped her head winsomely to the right. " Not the most flattering of compliments upon my person, but you've caught me in a generous mood." Deidra chuckled softly, noting the apology from his female companion. A couple perhaps? No, she thought, but there was clearly a bond there that seemed familiar. " Join me if you wish, your companion is welcome as well. You've at very least earned yourself a meal and more drinks if you like?"
Deidra patted her hands upon the table, bidding the pair to have a seat across from her. " Come up with some better compliments, who knows what else you might get....with a little luck." she winked, waiting for them to accept her generous offer. Perhaps she could find some interesting conversation with at least one of them, but at the very least it would be nice to have a chat with someone other than Pride or Joy for a change.
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Post by CharlieGordon on Nov 25, 2015 13:38:09 GMT
They had a table and a companion. Saskia smiled genuinely and thanked the stranger, politely declining her offer of a meal. "Malcolm and I had a successful day and will pay our way, though we're much obliged. Very kind of you to offer." She inspected the thick, gloopy mixture Malcolm had bought for her with suspicion. It was a bright amber, viscous and opaque tonic. Upon smelling it she wheeled on him. "Mango juice!?" she exclaimed in exasperation. "Highly amusing!" she added sarcastically. "If you'll excuse me Miss... I need to have some liquor to augment my drink!"
Once alone with the mystery diner, Malcolm found himself able to get a word in edgewise. He leaned forward in friendly confession.
"One gets used to her..." he rolled his eyes and continued. "No, we only arrived this morning and have spent the day a' market, selling off a rather fruity vintage. Thirsty work! These punters aren't too trusting of outsiders." He reflected. A tavern wench sashayed past and lit a candle to brighten the table. Afternoon clouds had scudded across and dimmed the light enough that the summoner was grateful for the meagre flame. "How about yourself, Miss?" He hadn't heard a name but as Saskia had introduced themselves already so he didn't feel as though he were prying. "Are you familiar with this land yourself?"
Saskia returned with a totally new drink in a thin glass, a lurid green colour that glinted in her eyesas she smiled. "Absinthe" was all she said.
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Post by ~Mirette~ on Nov 26, 2015 3:02:41 GMT
While Malcolm and Saskia moved to join Deidra at her table, at last she was served the meal she had requested. Venison stew it seemed was top of the days menu, fresh bread and a pint of golden mead mingled with a few select spices that tickled her nose with their aroma. All in all it was simplicity to perfection as she tasted the hearty stew. The cook clearly knew well how to bring the best out of his or her ingredients, instead of smothering it with pungent herbs or garlic. The mead was a surprising compliment to the dish, refreshing with distinct floral notes that spoke of wild honey with a touch of cloves and cinnamon that seemed to warm both heart and belly.
As her guests settled across, Deidra smiled though quirked a brow sharply when Saskia declined her offer for the both of them? Feh whatever, she thought and gave a mental shrug.
"Well, nice of you to join me none the less." she said sweetly to Saskia, nodding slightly as the woman excused herself to seek out some suitable spirits. With her gone, Deidra's golden orbs rolled to settle upon Malcolm as he spoke. " So tell me, does she speak for you as well? Not many would pass up my offer, I might even feel offended if you don't allow me to at least buy you something?" She grinned impishly, casually enjoying small savory bites of her meal. " Besides, it sounds as though you deserve more for your efforts. By the way, the name's Deidra, pardon my late introduction." Deidra chuckled softly, lifting her pint for another quaff of the fine mead. "Aaah...good stuff, and no. I've only arrived here just today.' With that said, she glanced to see Saskia returning to the table after having acquired her drink of choice.
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Post by CharlieGordon on Feb 16, 2016 13:10:57 GMT
"Deidra eh? A pretty name for a pretty lady!" smirked the summoner. Saskia was oblivious now, more than content to brood over her enchanting green-coloured liquor. "Is there a dish you particularly recommend? Or, like us, are you wont to risk all on an uninformed menu selection?" He was rambling, utterly unused to small-talk with any female save for the lightning summon with whom he spent each waking hour. He pondered more and, at length, decided on some poultry dish rather than the pie. One could never trust pies. Who could tell what lurked beneath that golden crust? He'd even heard tell of an unfortunate soul who'd been hauled into his own pie by a kracken and devoured, though he suspected the tale had been partially embellished and it wasn't stimulating dinner conversation- if indeed that's what this now was.
"The poultry would be nice, my dear. Saskia? Are you hungry?" His companion smiled and drained her glass. "Not in the slightest." Of course, she wasn't required to eat at all but often chose to because it's food. "Very well, Just you and I Deidra, I fear." continued Malcolm, "though please, at least allow me to pay for my fayre? For the sake of my gentlemanly honour at l..." "Pffft!" choked Saskia at the mention of 'gentlemanly honour', illiciting a hard stare from Malcolm. "Sorry... the drink's stronger than I thought..." She beamed, "Must get another!" the brunette excused herself and scuttled off again, her eyes wrinkled in mirth.
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