[ The source of the clipped Orlesian-accented irritation is a woman wearing a mud spattered travelling dress and cloak, obviously of extremely fine make beneath their earthy adornments. She draws the cloak tighter around her shoulders as if it could shield her from the affront of whatever the ferryman has told her as well as it does the autumn chill. Acidly: ]
Your predecessor found it perfectly amenable.
[ The ferryman is not as loud as she is, but from the arms folding across his chest he appears to be every bit as stubborn. Her voice cuts through the night again, sharp enough to draw blood. ]
Non, I do not have a crystal, if I did, I—
[ The tirade cuts off abruptly, and then she straightens and turns to look directly at you. Bright copper curls teased out by the wind frame a lovely face made lovelier by the immaculate application of her cosmetics, and a bit less lovely by the stormcloud of her expression. Eyes like the ocean, intent as a hawk, whether or not you want it you've got her attention now. ]
IV. Enchanted Book
[ You were having a civilized conversation, or at least what passes for one here, and now there are flowers. Whatever it is you write, soon enough afterwards it's being illuminated. Granted, whoever it is is an accomplished artist, but your point is perhaps a little bit undermined by all those twining vines and sprays of Andraste's Grace and— is that a bird nesting in your 'o'?
Or perhaps you like it!
...Either way, it's happening. ]
V. Wildcard
[ Would you could you in Kirkwall? Would you could you at a ball? At a battle, in a brawl, come at ya girl I'll write it all. ♥ ]
Alexandrie d'Asgard | Native OC, Bad Penny, will match prose or brackets ♥
Silver is no longer enough, then?
[ The source of the clipped Orlesian-accented irritation is a woman wearing a mud spattered travelling dress and cloak, obviously of extremely fine make beneath their earthy adornments. She draws the cloak tighter around her shoulders as if it could shield her from the affront of whatever the ferryman has told her as well as it does the autumn chill. Acidly: ]
Your predecessor found it perfectly amenable.
[ The ferryman is not as loud as she is, but from the arms folding across his chest he appears to be every bit as stubborn. Her voice cuts through the night again, sharp enough to draw blood. ]
Non, I do not have a crystal, if I did, I—
[ The tirade cuts off abruptly, and then she straightens and turns to look directly at you. Bright copper curls teased out by the wind frame a lovely face made lovelier by the immaculate application of her cosmetics, and a bit less lovely by the stormcloud of her expression. Eyes like the ocean, intent as a hawk, whether or not you want it you've got her attention now. ]
IV. Enchanted Book
[ You were having a civilized conversation, or at least what passes for one here, and now there are flowers. Whatever it is you write, soon enough afterwards it's being illuminated. Granted, whoever it is is an accomplished artist, but your point is perhaps a little bit undermined by all those twining vines and sprays of Andraste's Grace and— is that a bird nesting in your 'o'?
Or perhaps you like it!
...Either way, it's happening. ]
V. Wildcard
[ Would you could you in Kirkwall? Would you could you at a ball? At a battle, in a brawl, come at ya girl I'll write it all. ♥ ]