[ come sunset, she catches site of her prey -- how friendly he is with that barmaid! that's worth at least a needle or two. ]
...Should I be jealous?
[ sweet and sour all at once, she slid into a stool next to the blacksmith. her hair is now in one thick braid that hung over one shoulder; her face fresh and clean and -- ah, yes -- her eyes are lined with a light application of kohl. her clothing is no different: frock coat and fitted trousers. frothing linen and lace at the collar and sleeves.
whitby is bold enough to lean forward and try to steal a sip of his...rather laughable a drink. ]
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...Should I be jealous?
[ sweet and sour all at once, she slid into a stool next to the blacksmith. her hair is now in one thick braid that hung over one shoulder; her face fresh and clean and -- ah, yes -- her eyes are lined with a light application of kohl. her clothing is no different: frock coat and fitted trousers. frothing linen and lace at the collar and sleeves.
whitby is bold enough to lean forward and try to steal a sip of his...rather laughable a drink. ]