01-15-2021, 09:22 AM
[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]The appeal behind amassing a collection had not been an overly contributing factor of her life. Possible reasoning for such her dwindling vision, present from her earliest days she proved incapable of perceiving treasured items as another may, lost the abstract beauty that may draw one towards such habit. Alone would she leave those who deemed the pursuit worthy of their time, a waste as she had deemed it, but to each their own pleasure. With such the quiet words offered little within way of interest, about swivelling an ear as conversation was staged. Singular the participant, yet vernacular spoke of another presence, confusion alighting across pale countenance in a frown.
Brief her solitude, a moment to weigh the options, when another spoke. Piqued her intrigue, though still a meagre source the caps Coal worked with, more the presence of the dealer enough to draw her forth, if uncertain and with hesitation to each step. In broke another, tacked upon comment his own, excuses made for the outrageously tacky collection which adorned him. It seemed where one dealer was the other must follow, a matched pair, though rather lacking one.
"I'm sure they make you extremely pretty," feigned the gentle compliment, a biting sting beneath those supposedly kind words, similar the smile accompanying. No secret the opinion Eulia held for Michael, accepted by some of their family but the title of uncle curdled upon her tongue where he was concerned. Away attention turned, addressed Keona with a genuine sincerity. "Aloha, Keona." Back parroted her typical greeting, all she would offer as turned to the supposed resident of the home.
Well addressed the consequences that may arise if Coal grew bold enough to enact the hairbrained notion of claiming the collection of another via murder, instead choosing a different route. "Those are very nice, how many do you have?" Over those assembled her eyes roved, though it was more the portion of floor she deemed may be close enough to be mistaken as inspection of his gathered caps, lacking any input in terms of her own personal collection as both dealers had added prior.
Brief her solitude, a moment to weigh the options, when another spoke. Piqued her intrigue, though still a meagre source the caps Coal worked with, more the presence of the dealer enough to draw her forth, if uncertain and with hesitation to each step. In broke another, tacked upon comment his own, excuses made for the outrageously tacky collection which adorned him. It seemed where one dealer was the other must follow, a matched pair, though rather lacking one.
"I'm sure they make you extremely pretty," feigned the gentle compliment, a biting sting beneath those supposedly kind words, similar the smile accompanying. No secret the opinion Eulia held for Michael, accepted by some of their family but the title of uncle curdled upon her tongue where he was concerned. Away attention turned, addressed Keona with a genuine sincerity. "Aloha, Keona." Back parroted her typical greeting, all she would offer as turned to the supposed resident of the home.
Well addressed the consequences that may arise if Coal grew bold enough to enact the hairbrained notion of claiming the collection of another via murder, instead choosing a different route. "Those are very nice, how many do you have?" Over those assembled her eyes roved, though it was more the portion of floor she deemed may be close enough to be mistaken as inspection of his gathered caps, lacking any input in terms of her own personal collection as both dealers had added prior.