05-28-2018, 02:30 AM
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"The name's Suiteheart. And are you just passing through, Zjarr?" she questioned. Her tone remained neutral, falling somewhere between the welcoming tone she offered regular joiners and the cold indifference she presented to those she disliked. The title of blacksmith caught her ears though, and she opened her mouth to ask about that when her wife arrived.
Margaery seemed to be very intrigued by the whole thing, and Suite allowed herself to relax a little more. If her wife was giving the cyborg smiles and kind words then surely the Cosmic General had no need to worry. Still, those lingering anxieties rested in the back of her mind. Flicking her white tail, she listened to her wife and Zjarr exchange pleasantries. Baby blue eyes brightened a bit as information on the dagger was brought up while the merchant displayed the stunted blade. Her stare would shift from the canine to her wife and back again. She wondered how this would play out.
"I'm not really interested in whatever you're selling, but I am interested in your blacksmithing abilities," she explained, settling herself into a sitting position. The tradition Starrynight had proposed before his untimely demised required a few members to know how to blacksmith, and finding those capable was difficult. She herself had had to learn the task as was her job, but if the Ascendants were to gain someone who knew what they were truly doing, well, that would be a big fucking bonus. [color=#73B1B7][b]"Tell me about them, if you would."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE