Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Add Reply
Shopping - MOVED
Topic Started: Oct 4 2014, 05:14 PM (18 Views)
Valia
Member Avatar
Deaths Lady
(10/04/14 16:42:37 )
[.Deaths Lady.]

V A L I A
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Market-]
Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer.

says to ALL: I try to hide the smirk with a press of lips, forcing them into a thin line. Amid the booths I wandered, seeking one in particular. My steps were slow though as I browsed the wares. Perhaps I might stumble upon the items I sought this day. Or maybe I'd discover something better. There was a chance of anything.

The delicate material of the cloak spilled from the perch of my shoulders to ghost around me. The hood remained drawn, hiding from view the mane of obsidian curls that fell to the small of my back. As ever, eyes the color of sea-glass surveyed the many faces in passing. The line of female jaw accentuated as that dainty chin pulled upwards, my face turning slowly as I glanced between the booths.

(10/04/14 16:50:13 )
[.Deaths Lady.]

V A L I A
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Market-]
Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer.

says to ALL: I stalked among the vendors seeking the seamstress. It had been some time since I had last spoken with her. She was skilled in her craft and likely able to point me in the right direction, if she were unable to help me herself. I thought her very capable.

I wondered if perhaps she had relocated but soon stumbled upon her stall, filled with bolts of various materials. Within she stood, measuring a rather generously figured woman clothed head to toe in layers, veiled features revealed only glassy eyes some nondescript shade of gray. A slender brow furrowed with silent question as the seamstress' gaze lifted to find me....waiting. Amusement revealed itself in the lines of my face. I knew the seamstress had the gift of gab and could persuade even the most dire looking women into believeing they were the belle's of Sulport when wearing her designs. Such flattery was sickening but I would not begrudge her that, so long as she did not play me so falsely.

(10/04/14 17:06:05 )
[.Deaths Lady.]

V A L I A
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Market-]
Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer.

says to ALL: When finally the rounded woman had been measured, she waddled away from the booth suspiciously quick. Once she was gone, I stepped within and drew the panel across the front of the booth for privacy.

"Tal Lady... I have need of your....skills."

The sound of female laughter, light and almost sinister, spilled from behind that enclosed booth. Removing the hooded cloak, I hung it from one of the many hooks that held other cloaks of her design. I then assumed the position to be measured. She had yet to design for me but if she proved herself...she would see me often. Slender arms lifted up and out to my sides as she took out her string and begin to record on a small scrap of parchment the diameters of my body. She worked swiftly, measuring the length of arms from shoulder to wrist and too the tips of my fingers, even capturing the slender taper of my wrists. Circling me, she measured the span from shoulder to shoulder and down the line of my back.

"Do you remember our conversation, so long ago?"

My voice dropped to secretive tones then. She paused for a moment, as if recalling or perhaps hesitating, before she once more began to measure the contours of my waist. ..."Of course....not every day requests but doable. Is there something more?"....she questioned in turn as she worked. I laughed softly, she knew me too well already.

"yes..."...

I confirmed before leaning into her to give her my instructions. Low enough that I was certain none could hear but she...


(10/04/14 17:14:26 )
[.Deaths Lady.]

V A L I A
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Market-]
Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer.

says to ALL: I drew back, my eyes watching the lines of her face. She gave great consideration to my request but I could see, she already had something in mind. I replied then lowly.

"Yes or no. You will be well paid for your discretion."

She gave a single nod in response. ..."I know of just the person, I will supply them the measurements...you need never to know them nor they you."...

Her response pleased me greatly. My face turned away from her then as I exhaled slowly. She dropped down to measure from hip to boot heal, the last of the measurements to be taken before she rose to stand beside me once more. In her eyes were questions that she didn't dare to ask. And I flashed a smile of appreciation.

"I shall return in one hand to check the progress...I suspect two hands for completion to be enough."

If the time caused any issue, she voiced none. A smile curled upon her lips as I reached for my cloak and drew it about me once again. I pulled the hood up before reaching to open the panel.

"Bye for now."

The words spoken softly as I exited the booth to be swallowed up by the growing numbers of market-goers....
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Valia
Member Avatar
Deaths Lady
(10/12/14 10:23:31 )
[.Deaths Lady.]

V A L I A
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Streets-]
Along one of the many busy Streets where the shops never seem to close and crowds never fade.

says to ALL: Par for the course, my steps were slow as I descended the tall case of stairs from the hall. This provided the opportunistic view of the streets of Sulport and the rare glimpse of the alleys that snaked in dark shadows beyond them. There was a swarm of people about, and like the currents of a stream, they moved in all directions simultaneously. That last step was like stepping from the end of the pier and I was suddenly swallowed up in the moving mass, just another face drowning among the many.

It was a cold breeze that played upon the city, delicate hands reached to draw upon the hood of my cloak, seeking shelter in the cowl. I was no stranger to the cold and steeled myself against its bitter kiss. Lovely features were cast in shadow, a dark sliver of hair danced in the breeze along the curve of my jaw, so very dark against the porcelain skin. That face was set in an unreadable expression, the thoughts behind pale eyes held in silent captivity.

I followed along with the crowd, veering away only in the last moment towards the market.

(10/12/14 10:38:43 )
[.Deaths Lady.]

V A L I A
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

The battles that count arent the ones for gold. The struggles within yourself
- the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us thats where its at.

[-Market-]
Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer.

says to ALL: I took my time, eyeing the wares laid out upon various tables, in passing. There was nothing that held my attention beyond a single glance and my gaze continued to wander ahead of me. Soft soled boots treaded silently over the paver stones, the slow stride I had set, irritated many a market-goer it seemed. I could hear their muttered objections and a sneer revealed the pearly white flash of teeth with a smile that could not be described as nice. I chose my path and walked it as I pleased, the cold glare was enough to silence most in a single meeting of the eyes.

It was the last boothe upon the lane that garnered my attention, my eyes fixed upon the seamstress within. As if she felt the focus of my attention, she turned and motioned to me with a discreet motion of her hand. My chin pulled in her direction, acknowledging her. The blood quickened in my veins. I hoped she had been able to acquire the items I had requested.

(10/12/14 10:48:17 )
[.Deaths Lady.]

V A L I A
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

The battles that count arent the ones for gold. The struggles within yourself
- the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us thats where its at.

[-Market-]
Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer.

says to ALL: I wandered, seemingly with disinterest, to the booth of the seamstress. Standing outside, it was a studious gaze that befell the bolts of fabric that littered the counter. Upon this first glimpse, it was easy enough to see that she had on display the nicest of her collection. I could not deny, it was some of the finest I had seen. But she and I both knew, it was not this that interested me at all. I would continue to pilfer through the bolts, my lips crooked into a half-smile.

"Is there progress?"

I inquired lowly. She was either slow to reply or hesitant and it was that delay....that breach of silence...that drew my eyes from the material and up to her face ever so slowly. I sorely hoped I had not put too much faith in the woman. "Everything is....ready. Everything."....her words muted and I nodded my understanding. It seemed she had gone above and beyond.

"Good. Have them delivered to my office this evening."

At her acknowledgement, I arranged the bolts of fabric I had been browsing neatly upon the counter, my interest then shifted entirely. A fleeting smile was given as I turned away abruptly. Business concluded....for now.

Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · Valia · Next Topic »
Add Reply

Black Water created by tiptopolive of the Zetaboards Theme Zone