No. We have time, yet, and our journey is not so important that we must rush. Redgate is not so close that a day or two would destroy our venture, either.
[ Her lips are turned down in a scowl, her eyes skimming the crowds again. Her ire is obvious, as is her distaste for people, but especially human. Even as she turns back to the other woman her expression is hardly kind; she's frustrated and on edge with the situation, of being held back by her own nature. ]
I only need some pouches, some storage for my vials. It should not take me long, surely.
The stall you caught me in front of is my usual leather maker. My family's used hers for decades. If you wait with me, it'd be possible to catch her when she comes back from her unusually late lunch, get you set up first, and then you'd be quite done.
Or, if you really need to step out, give me the specifications you need and I can drop it off for you at a designated spot of your choosing.
[ She frowns, tilting her head, almost like a lost child. A family; the idea is particularly novel to her and she has to ignore the pang it causes her, instead focusing on the offer. ]
What would you ask for in return for your kindness?
[ She's about to protest and her mouth opens before she pauses. She had demanded a trade and if this was her price - well, Lauralae was not keen to let herself pay more than she ought for something. Instead, she stands a little taller, chin held high. ]
[ She shifts, moving to pull out a pouch she already has; lifting the tough leather. ]
Thick leather. Strong enough to hold them with space so they will not break - it would be irritating if I spilt everything I had because of an accident.
[Sua offers a lazy salute before scurrying off, calling to her dog who is more than happy to take running as chase after my human! The two disappear into the crowd, the last sign of them both being a tan tail, wagging happily.
Three hours go by very quickly for Sua. She leaves her leathermaker be for the first hour, and focuses instead on saying hello to other market contacts, as well as harassing her favourite food vendor. Shardbearers who brought curried foods to the Drabwurld need to be recognized as damn heroes in Sua's opinion, and not just because it brings her family good business.
Hours two and three are spent shopping, and when the time is up, Sua's back at the meeting place, the requested purchase in hand. The leather is a deep, dark brown, a border of fall leaves tooled into the material. They're detailed leaves, with veins noted in them, and the stitching is strong. Upon opening the pouch, there's room for eight vials to be stored, secure and snug in individual holsters.]
[ Lauralae spends the next few hours hiding in the shadows - not as herself, of course, but as something else. She moves and settles in the darkness of the alleyway curled in her other form, a large wolf with shapely cut ears that burrows her snout under her paws.
It's easier, this way. She can hide herself, she can be silent, quiet, and no one will bother her. From a distance she seems like nothing more than a hound that has been set free and it's not until the movement of the sun suggests enough time has passed that she stands, shifting with the exhaustion that overcomes her before she shakes her head, stretching her body out before she pulls her robe around her shoulders.
Her eyes land on Sua and she moves forward, reaching out and running her hand over the leather, stroking it gently, touching the stitching, feeling the bordered leaves before she glances up. ]
[It's Lauralae's inspection that gives Sua a little glow of pride. The pouch doesn't just pass approval, the details in it are admired and noted, and she could ask for no higher compliment to her best guess at what Lauralae might like and to the work of the craftsman.]
Two silver, nothing higher.
[A little grin flicks up her face, hinting at mischief. Or at least that the haggling had been nothing short of fun for her.]
[ The surprise flicks across her face, and Lauralae blinks, looking down at her prize again. She strokes over the leather, careful, and thinks two silver. So cheap a price for so well made a pouch -- she's a little shocked by it and she almost smiles, nearly. ]
One moment.
[ She shifts, adjusting herself as she goes to draw the silver out of her pouch. ]
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[ Her lips are turned down in a scowl, her eyes skimming the crowds again. Her ire is obvious, as is her distaste for people, but especially human. Even as she turns back to the other woman her expression is hardly kind; she's frustrated and on edge with the situation, of being held back by her own nature. ]
I only need some pouches, some storage for my vials. It should not take me long, surely.
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[Sua taps her chin, thoughtful.]
The stall you caught me in front of is my usual leather maker. My family's used hers for decades. If you wait with me, it'd be possible to catch her when she comes back from her unusually late lunch, get you set up first, and then you'd be quite done.
Or, if you really need to step out, give me the specifications you need and I can drop it off for you at a designated spot of your choosing.
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[ She frowns, tilting her head, almost like a lost child. A family; the idea is particularly novel to her and she has to ignore the pang it causes her, instead focusing on the offer. ]
What would you ask for in return for your kindness?
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Nothing at all. You're uncomfortable here, and helping that is more than enough for me.
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That is not acceptable. It must be a trade.
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Lauralae.
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[More than fair, as far as she's concerned.]
Specifically, what do you need for the vials?
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Thick leather. Strong enough to hold them with space so they will not break - it would be irritating if I spilt everything I had because of an accident.
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About how many vials do you expect to carry?
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[ Now that she doesn't travel alone. ]
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Got it. Want me to try and match the colour of the leather you've already got?
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No. Any colour is fine, as long as it is practical.
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... Very well. Three hours.
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I'll be on time, or else happily early.
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Here, then. As you say.
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[Sua offers a lazy salute before scurrying off, calling to her dog who is more than happy to take running as chase after my human! The two disappear into the crowd, the last sign of them both being a tan tail, wagging happily.
Three hours go by very quickly for Sua. She leaves her leathermaker be for the first hour, and focuses instead on saying hello to other market contacts, as well as harassing her favourite food vendor. Shardbearers who brought curried foods to the Drabwurld need to be recognized as damn heroes in Sua's opinion, and not just because it brings her family good business.
Hours two and three are spent shopping, and when the time is up, Sua's back at the meeting place, the requested purchase in hand. The leather is a deep, dark brown, a border of fall leaves tooled into the material. They're detailed leaves, with veins noted in them, and the stitching is strong. Upon opening the pouch, there's room for eight vials to be stored, secure and snug in individual holsters.]
I hope this meets specifications.
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It's easier, this way. She can hide herself, she can be silent, quiet, and no one will bother her. From a distance she seems like nothing more than a hound that has been set free and it's not until the movement of the sun suggests enough time has passed that she stands, shifting with the exhaustion that overcomes her before she shakes her head, stretching her body out before she pulls her robe around her shoulders.
Her eyes land on Sua and she moves forward, reaching out and running her hand over the leather, stroking it gently, touching the stitching, feeling the bordered leaves before she glances up. ]
It does.
[ Her dark eyes glance up again. ]
How much coin?
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Two silver, nothing higher.
[A little grin flicks up her face, hinting at mischief. Or at least that the haggling had been nothing short of fun for her.]
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One moment.
[ She shifts, adjusting herself as she goes to draw the silver out of her pouch. ]
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Offer your hand.
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[It isn't too odd of a request on the surface, and Sua holds out a palm, outstretched.
But it is interesting. First not petting the dog, and now being specific with exchanging coin.]
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... Thank you.
[ And then she steps back again, shy and removed. ]
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