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Post by Miria Coldwater on May 10, 2015 20:00:39 GMT -6
"Coin from you?" Miria asked the first passerby, a man with an unclean face and large arms. He ignored her petty request for money as he entered the tavern, his chain armour clanking as he did so.
The girl shook her head and tried again, this time to the next passerby. "Coin from you?" The man, this one older and grumpier-looking, strolled inside as if he'd never heard her.
Miria frowned as she sat back against the wall where sat other beggars. She had come to Wildgard with a mission, but suspected that making coin would be a fun little side adventure for her. Normally, begging wasn't her way of doing things, but to stay on the down-low for the moment, she just had to do it, and it made her feel like rubbish.
Her eyes wandered for a moment until settling on a third person to think about begging from: she wore some of the most royal garments anyone could wear, and her beautiful ruby hair bobbed up and down as she walked. Miria just had to see what she could get from this woman.
As she entered the tavern, the Coldwater girl followed.
"Excuse me, madame," she began, at first energetically. Her tone shifted suddenly to a sultry one and she began to display all of her assets for the woman, whose attention she now held. "I couldn't help but remark your absolute beauty. Tell me, do you come here often?"
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Post by Victoria Barlov on May 10, 2015 22:43:49 GMT -6
Victoria gazed from behind a glass tankard at the lovely young woman across the tavern. She hadn't yet seen her around this town before, nor could she recall anyone like her before, there was something about her, her movements were captivating and deliberate. Her eyes an electric blue and her hair luscious and thick. Even in the dully lit tavern she seemed to stand out. She contemplated her chances with the beautiful maiden, slowly swirling the dark liquid in her tankard, taking a moment to weigh the pros and cons of sauntering over and sweeping her off her feet (and maybe into bed). Then in an instant the choice was made for her, the gleam of the maidens eyes caught her like the lick of a hot blue flame. But just as they had appeared they turned to a redhead at a different table, her chocolate hair sweeping across her shoulders.
But that would just not do.
After downing the last of her ale in a swift firm movement, she strode over to the two women, gently brushing the girls arm as if asking her to an elaborate dance, her eyes flashed as she caught a glimpse of the maidens own deep blue pools.
She smirked and cocked an eyebrow before striking up the conversation,
"Good evening miss...?"
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Post by Miria Coldwater on May 11, 2015 22:00:51 GMT -6
Who was this newcomer? Was she talking to her, or was she trying to steal Miria’s thunder? The young Maran had her way with the men and ladies, but any competition made her mad entirely, so she simply stepped in front of the newcomer and smiled bitterly.
“Hello, madam,” she began. “I know it’s a free world, but I was talking to this lovely madam first, so if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate you not trying to take—your name, radiant rose?”
“Brie,” replied the ruby-haired girl impatiently.
“Thanks, darling,” Miria said to her before turning back to the other girl. “Brie away from me!”
She tried her best to look into the woman’s eyes to try and scare her off, which normally worked. She continued staring into her soft brown eyes, falling into a trance with her sharp features and crisp brown hair like the brown legume stalks that grew back home.
“Or,” she resumed, her mouth gaping and her hips swaying, “you could take me with Brie. We could be a package deal.”
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Post by Victoria Barlov on May 11, 2015 22:11:59 GMT -6
She was taken aback by the maiden's sharp assumption, mildly offended even, however after glancing at the redhead, Brie, she could see why the lady was so protective. She was curvaceous and.. well endowed lets say.
Some folks say three's a crowd, Victoria was not one of those folks. Especially with women as lovely as these.
"Hmmm, well it was you who first trapped my gaze milady, but now that you mention it..."
She quickly studied Brie once more, her form and her demeanor. Not noticing anything of concern, she continued,
"Why not?" She smirked
"But please miss I must at least know your name." She gave a shallow curtsy and flashed gleaming white teeth, awaiting her response.
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Post by Miria Coldwater on May 22, 2015 22:28:41 GMT -6
Miria winked. "The name is Miria Coldwater," she said as she reached out and grabbed hold of the newcomer's hand, lightly kissing its top. Her hands indeed were as soft as they had looked previously, and the girl couldn't help but think of how soft they'd feel on her...or in her.
Brie seemed to be growing impatient, but Miria quickly leaned into her. "Don't worry, bella, I don't suppose this'll take long at all."
Then, back to the girl in front of her: "And you are--other than a beauty?"
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