07-30-2018, 10:52 PM
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WAIT FOR ME HEAVEN
(i'm here 'til i die)
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"Talia. I'm interested to hear about what you can trade. I got a couple of trinkets and weapons I can part with, s'long as you have something of equal value." Talia has always been interested in trading, in commerce - back in her hometown, they used to have a shop system that she absolutely adored. Many of her days were spent wandering the marketplace and looking at whatever is being offered by the others of her clan; it was fun to browse and even more fun to barter. She misses it, the casualty of it all, the easiness in looking and the tenseness in haggling, the thrill of parting with one thing to receive another. It's nostalgic.
She wanders closer to the group and flicks a pierced ear at them in greeting. She doesn't admit that she's listening for them to make their own introductions - she's sure they've seen her around before and her them but she has no clue which is who and what they do, hasn't been around long enough to know their names or what they like. It's not much of a problem, personally, but it'll be nice to at least put a name to somewhat familiar faces despite her often seclusion and insistence of sleeping far away from their camp.
She wanders closer to the group and flicks a pierced ear at them in greeting. She doesn't admit that she's listening for them to make their own introductions - she's sure they've seen her around before and her them but she has no clue which is who and what they do, hasn't been around long enough to know their names or what they like. It's not much of a problem, personally, but it'll be nice to at least put a name to somewhat familiar faces despite her often seclusion and insistence of sleeping far away from their camp.
TALIA PENDRAGON — HELLHOUND COUNTERPART — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — [color=#ac9488]TAGS