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Can anyone tell me; is there a better way to soothe the spirits of a frightened and distraught elf girl than for her to go shopping?
...that doesn't involve alcohol? I try not to imbibe the elven wine before dusk, but then again it's always dusk somewhere on Toril.
In the food stalls, there were people signing up for the Silver Marches' 1st Annual Shepherd's Pie-eating contest. In line was a handsome young man with platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes. He appraised me with his eyes and smiled knowingly as I passed by. My arm bushed his for only a second, but I could feel the magic crackling around him like a shield. Whatever he was, it wasn't humanoid.
Everlund's Market District has an abundance of a passable variety of exotic items from cheap knockoffs of supposed "genuine" treasure "liberated" from Myth Drannor (only 30 sp!)to gorgeous silk gowns the merchant swore up and down were from far-off Shou. They were such a great deal I couldn't help but buy five: one green, one red, two silver (with one going to Ralenthra) and one lavender in case Ralenthra ever wants to try out Jonah's patent-pending EyeDye eye drops in that color. Maybe she can masquerade as Drizzt's long lost sister next.
I decided at the last moment to go back and purchase an additional dress and as I turned in front of the mirror in a gold gown, a slight clearing of the throat told me I had an admirer. For effect, I slowly turned around and raised my eyes bashfully.
There before me stood one of the most handsome men I have ever seen. While I steeled myself, I let him speak first.
"Milady...have we met?" Where had I seen him before?
"We are meeting now, milord. But I don't recall any formal introduction."
He seemed like a man that was not accustomed to being bashful or at a loss for words but that was finding himself in that precise predicament. A light appeared in his eyes.
"You're the druid that sometimes fills in at Mielikki's Glade for Tathshandra, aren't you?"
"So, milord has uncovered my identity, but keeps his a mystery?"
"I haven't uncovered anything yet." He smiled. "I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours."
The merchant tugged at my sleeve. "Milady, will you be buying the dress or simply modeling it for the rest of the day?"
I opened my coin purse, but the stranger placed his hand over mine. "The Lady will do nothing of the sort." He turned to me. "Please, allow me." And he paid the merchant. I cocked an eyebrow and smiled. He took my hand and kissed it. Looking into my eyes, he implored, "Your name, milady?" I could feel it in his fingers. A magic user, and a half-elf one at that.
"Seledra Nailo."
"Seledra Nailo," he repeated. "Was that so hard?"
As he had dropped my hand, I started heading outside. He called after me.
"Aren't you going to feign just a little curiosity as to my name?"
I spun around and beamed at him. "Of course I'm curious, but I've a busy day ahead of me and I have to leave town before dusk."
He hurried after me as I walked past my mother's carriage. "Why in such a hurry?"
"I have a wedding to get to." We started walking side by side as my coachman loaded the dresses into the carriage.
"Not yours I hope."
"No, my cousin's wedding."
"Ah, good. I'm on my way to a wedding as well."
"Not yours, I hope."
"No, it's is purely a business affair for me. The groom will soon be working for my mother. I'll be at the wedding to represent her."
"Sounds fun."
"Oh, it's not too bad. It is business that I hold dear to my heart. And it should be interesting, being that it's in the High Forest and all..."
What were the chances, I ask you?
"Is that so? Where in the High Forest is it?"
"Well, I don't know for sure, as sentries are supposed to guide us to the site from Olostin's Hold."
"Would your mother's employee happen to be Aarin Gend?"
He stopped in his tracks and smiled. "Would your cousin happen to be the hero of Neverwinter?"
"That means...you're..."
He bowed deeply. "Methrammar Aerasumé. At your service."
I curtsied slowly and deeply.
Oh. My.
...that doesn't involve alcohol? I try not to imbibe the elven wine before dusk, but then again it's always dusk somewhere on Toril.
In the food stalls, there were people signing up for the Silver Marches' 1st Annual Shepherd's Pie-eating contest. In line was a handsome young man with platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes. He appraised me with his eyes and smiled knowingly as I passed by. My arm bushed his for only a second, but I could feel the magic crackling around him like a shield. Whatever he was, it wasn't humanoid.
Everlund's Market District has an abundance of a passable variety of exotic items from cheap knockoffs of supposed "genuine" treasure "liberated" from Myth Drannor (only 30 sp!)to gorgeous silk gowns the merchant swore up and down were from far-off Shou. They were such a great deal I couldn't help but buy five: one green, one red, two silver (with one going to Ralenthra) and one lavender in case Ralenthra ever wants to try out Jonah's patent-pending EyeDye eye drops in that color. Maybe she can masquerade as Drizzt's long lost sister next.
I decided at the last moment to go back and purchase an additional dress and as I turned in front of the mirror in a gold gown, a slight clearing of the throat told me I had an admirer. For effect, I slowly turned around and raised my eyes bashfully.
There before me stood one of the most handsome men I have ever seen. While I steeled myself, I let him speak first.
"Milady...have we met?" Where had I seen him before?
"We are meeting now, milord. But I don't recall any formal introduction."
He seemed like a man that was not accustomed to being bashful or at a loss for words but that was finding himself in that precise predicament. A light appeared in his eyes.
"You're the druid that sometimes fills in at Mielikki's Glade for Tathshandra, aren't you?"
"So, milord has uncovered my identity, but keeps his a mystery?"
"I haven't uncovered anything yet." He smiled. "I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours."
The merchant tugged at my sleeve. "Milady, will you be buying the dress or simply modeling it for the rest of the day?"
I opened my coin purse, but the stranger placed his hand over mine. "The Lady will do nothing of the sort." He turned to me. "Please, allow me." And he paid the merchant. I cocked an eyebrow and smiled. He took my hand and kissed it. Looking into my eyes, he implored, "Your name, milady?" I could feel it in his fingers. A magic user, and a half-elf one at that.
"Seledra Nailo."
"Seledra Nailo," he repeated. "Was that so hard?"
As he had dropped my hand, I started heading outside. He called after me.
"Aren't you going to feign just a little curiosity as to my name?"
I spun around and beamed at him. "Of course I'm curious, but I've a busy day ahead of me and I have to leave town before dusk."
He hurried after me as I walked past my mother's carriage. "Why in such a hurry?"
"I have a wedding to get to." We started walking side by side as my coachman loaded the dresses into the carriage.
"Not yours I hope."
"No, my cousin's wedding."
"Ah, good. I'm on my way to a wedding as well."
"Not yours, I hope."
"No, it's is purely a business affair for me. The groom will soon be working for my mother. I'll be at the wedding to represent her."
"Sounds fun."
"Oh, it's not too bad. It is business that I hold dear to my heart. And it should be interesting, being that it's in the High Forest and all..."
What were the chances, I ask you?
"Is that so? Where in the High Forest is it?"
"Well, I don't know for sure, as sentries are supposed to guide us to the site from Olostin's Hold."
"Would your mother's employee happen to be Aarin Gend?"
He stopped in his tracks and smiled. "Would your cousin happen to be the hero of Neverwinter?"
"That means...you're..."
He bowed deeply. "Methrammar Aerasumé. At your service."
I curtsied slowly and deeply.
Oh. My.
