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The Trade City, aptly named for it's fame in trading any type of goods imaginable, was loud and bustling today. The weather was delightful, the temperature mildly cooler than it had been lately. The Gods seemed to be giving them a respite from the harsh heat of the summer. As you got further and further from the center of the city it began to become more quiet, filled with more of the permanent residents rather than the travelers. The silence seemed so serene after the chaos of the vendors and auctioneers all trying to push their products on buyers.
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Post by Cinta-fëalócë Eresse on Apr 27, 2015 20:59:35 GMT -5
Cint gathered her collection of herbs and spices from the small booth. Small glass jars with calligraphy labels and bundles of dried plants wrapped with twine filled every nook of her side bag. Unfortunately the bag was a bit fuller than she had hoped it would be. It had been a poor morning at the market.
Shouldering her load she began to make her way through the afternoon crowd. The stench of so many people in the small alleyways usually would have been enough to make her want to gag. Today however, the constant breeze that had been blowing brought in a continuous bit of freshness.
Cint paused to wipe the sweat running down her face. She sat her bag down next to her, reaching for the water skin hanging at her side. The water was lukewarm but the way it quenched her throat was satisfying enough. Suddenly, the water splashed over her entire face, and a rough hand shoved her down. As she tried to clear her eyes, she could see a man making off through the crowd, her herb bag at his side.
"Pustahè! Stop him!" She yelled, scrambling to her feet. In her hurry, she bumped into several of the people walking nearby. "Im sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized over her shoulder, continuing in her head long dash after the thief.
There were all sorts of good reasons to be in the Trade City and Dario was here for a job. He had actually just left the target having accomplished his goal, a significant amount of coin chinking in it's pouch at his hip. He normally worked with his sister but she had had other things going on and had decided not to come on this particular trip. It had been a short con, he had only been here for about a week. It was definitely one of the easiest cons he had had in a while. The Toren were more wary of people and their intentions, having been exposed to things of this nature more often; but the other races were usually more trusting.
He was walking down the street, appreciating the differences in Acaedian architecture, when he heard commotion ahead of him. The sound of a woman yelling 'stop him' as there was a rush of activity in the crowd just ahead. He saw a man pushing through people with a bag clutched at his side. It was easy to see what was going on. Without thinking about anything else, Dario stepped into the man's way. The stranger tried to dodge him but Dario grabbed him with ease, pulling him off of his feet and staring right into his eyes. The man tried to fight back but his punches seemed to cause little reaction to the large Toren.
Dario put out his hand for the bag, curling his fingers in a 'give it up' motion. The man, realizing his loss and that he didn't even know if anything valuable was in the bag anyway, shoved the bag into Dario's chest. Dario released him and watched him skitter away, glancing back at Dario with a look of fear and relief for having not been beaten. Dario turned to see the woman making her way through the people, her red hair making her stand out a bit from those around her. He looked down at her with ocean blue eyes as she pushed through. "I'm assuming this is yours?" He asked her with a soft smile.
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Post by Cinta-fëalócë Eresse on Apr 29, 2015 19:22:24 GMT -5
As quickly as the chase had begun, it was over. Cint looked at the tall man standing before her, her bag in his outstretched hand. For a moment, she was utterly stunned. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught site of the thief sulking away into the throng. Her anger broke the spell "Huo!" she spat in his direction. Her red hair seemed to flame with rage around her face. "May the gods of house Eresse curse you and all that is yours," she seethed inwardly. However, when she turned her attention back to her recent savior, the rage dissipated and speechlessness overcame her again.
It was as if she had seen something exceptionally beautifully, only to momentarily forget then rediscover it again. Strands of his hair blew gently across his face behind which the brightest blue eyes shone. It felt like the sharpness of their color might pierce her if she were to move any closer. Yet suddenly the urge swept over her body. To be secure and safe beside him...
"The excitement" her mind interjected. "Thank the man for the gods' sake, Cin!" it screamed.
She gently took the bag from his hand. Glancing briefly in her bag, she saw a sea of broken glass, leaves and powder. Her lips pressed firmly together. She drew her shoulders back slightly, lifted her chin and gave a tight curtsy. "I am in you debt." She brushed back a few wisps of hair sticking to the sweat on her face and neck. Reaching into one of the folds of her skirt she drew out the small cloth sack where she kept the bit of coin she had made that morning. Doing her best to look him directly in the eye, she offered the hand bag. "Please sir, may I repay you your trouble?"
Dario could not help but smile at the anger that woman showed towards the thief as she spat in his direction. He perhaps should have kept hold of the thief, turning him over to the proper authorities or whatever, but as a criminal himself he had gotten into the habit of letting some things slide. Perhaps it was just a consequence of having grown up in the islands.
As the woman turned her attention to him he found himself admiring her unique beauty. Her red hair made her stand out in the crowd, definitely in the best way possibly. The color caught the sunlight and made her look quite radiant. Her pale skin was so different from the tanned skin of most of the Toren people, that he found himself rather intrigued by her. He raised an eyebrow slightly as it took her a few moments to finally take the bag from him. He watched as she looked inside and didn't miss the less than pleased expression on her face.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, wondering if something was missing or broken, as he had no idea what was in it. He put out his hands, palms forward, and shook his head at her question. "No, no. Please. I thought nothing of it." He said with a smile.
ooc: Sorry for the delay, I will posting more regularly now.
Post by Cinta-fëalócë Eresse on May 12, 2015 20:38:23 GMT -5
Cint ignored his question about her bag. It was not his fault they were broken and informing him of it would only bring unnecessary pity. However, if there was one thing that had been instilled in Cint, it was that a debt was a debt. At the moment, she owed two: one to the man who had broken the jars and one to the man who had brought them back. Only the latter could be dealt with at the moment and she was going to make sure it was repaid. "Besides" she thought, her eyes surveying the face before her, "this is the more pleasurable of the two affairs." Cint withdrew the coin bag. "Your impartiality makes the kindness all the more notable. Maybe you are in need of medicine? The herbs..." she motioned towards her bag. "I have some to spare." It wasn't a lie. Not only had the selling gone poor, now some of the leaves were torn by the broken glass. She would have to find use for the fresher plants, least they go to waste.
She studied the man before, trying to note what she could. Maybe he suffered from sore muscles? Or blistered skin from the sun? She glanced at his deeply tanned skin. His strong build cut a sharp silhouette. Something in her stirred softly and fire shot through her fingers, stinging at the tips. They wanted to brush along the sun-familiar skin, tracing the strong lines of his arm.
Since her time in the war, little disturbed Cint. Besides her brief flashes of anger and strong sense of justice, she usually passed through, the chaos that surrounding her going by with the afternoon breeze. In her own eyes, Cint likened herself to the wind warriors whose fighting aimed to divert all attacks, letting the striker continue on his path while pushing the defender forward and past. Without warning though, the wind had crashed her against a rock and he seemed to jar every bone in her body.
Drawing her attention back to his slight grin and sharp eyes, Cint begged them to soften, just a bit. "Please," she added gently to her request.
Dario was about to refuse once more but her 'please' made him pause. He pondered for a moment but he was not very familiar with herbs and wasn't really sure what they were used for or what he might need them for. However, he was willing to accept whatever she wanted to give, if she really wanted to repay him that badly. Besides, he liked the fiery side of her that he saw briefly and was certainly curious about her. Not to mention that she was quite lovely, so he certainly wouldn't complain about learning more about her. After all, he had just finished his work and actually had nothing to do for the foreseeable future.
"Sure," He said with a soft smile. "But I have no idea what I could use. Maybe we can find somewhere less..." he glanced around them, "crowded, that we could sit down and you could tell me about what you have?" He suggested. He had no suggestions of where to go, but perhaps she did. "I'd love to take a break from the noise and the heat anyway." He added, making up an excuse to spend more quiet time with her.
They had not even properly introduced themselves yet, he realized. "I'm Dario, by the way."
Post by Cinta-fëalócë Eresse on May 16, 2015 13:47:46 GMT -5
Cint tried not to be overly enthusiastic as he accepted her offer and proposed that they find somewhere to talk about the herbs. She would more than welcome a reprieve from the crowded street. From the slightly tender look his face had taken, she doubted she would regret a bit more seclusion with Dario either. It seemed that the day that had begun so terribly might hold potential yet.
“There’s a small tea shop down the way. We could talk more there, away from the crowd,” she quickly recommended. She turned to lead the way, her bag tucked securely at her side.
“As for the herbs, I have just about anything you can want. There’s some that help with swelling as well as pain in the muscles and head. Others for a sour stomach, blistered skin, the fever. Other kinds entirely are helpful for staining, or to keep small bugs out of the house. Of course plants useful in seasoning….”
Cint tried not to ramble but it was difficult when the topic turned to her plants. It was as if a bright light lit up every inch of her face in unadulterated bliss.
Halting abruptly, she stopped her montage of facts and turned back to Dario. The excitement had finally gotten the better of her, and a huge grin was now on her face, “Oh, I almost forgot,” she interjected. "I’m Cinta-fëalócë.”
ooc: the C in her name follows the vaniri pronunciation, making a “k” sound
Dario nodded in agreement at the suggestion of the tea shop. "That sounds perfect." He said, his voice soft and happy. He fell into step beside her, trailing only slightly as she led the way. People easily moved out of their path when they spotted the large man. It seemed that people did not want to get into his way. He may look like the tough guy, but his behavior was far more friendly and easy going. He nodded to people as they passed, thanking them with a smile.
He listened as the young lady described her herbs, he could hear the passion in her voice and it made him smile. He always enjoyed listening to people talk about the things that loved, it was what made a person who they were. He was sure that he could take a few things off of her hands, he did have something in particular in mind but he would wait until they were more alone before he asked her.
He was surprised by her sudden stop and had taken an extra couple of steps before turning back to face her. "Cinta-fea...." he stumbled a bit over her name. "Do you have a nickname?" He asked with a chuckle. It was lovely sounding, but he knew he would butcher it.
Post by Cinta-fëalócë Eresse on May 19, 2015 21:37:25 GMT -5
Cint smiled at Dario's short attempt at her name. The distinct angles of his face shifted as his mouth tried to understand the foreign Vaniri syllables. The resulting strong and soft contrast was something she found inexplicably attractive. His brilliant eyes looked at her as if exploring something wonderful and Cint couldn't help feeling like a glimmering jewel. The thought brought a slight bit of color to her pale cheeks. "Dario..." she tossed the name around in her head. She laughed softly, "Cinta is fine. Or just Cint."
Now that they had stopped, she realized that they were at the tea shop. To her pleasure, the crowd had seemed to lessen it's intensity during their walk and as a result it had taken them shorter than Cint expected to reach their destination.
The quaint shop had a small patio with one or two tables out front. The front door was painted as red as an apple, and on each side were windows that took up most of the walls. Both the door and windows were open to let the breeze blow out the summer heat. The faint buzz of conversation drifted from them out into the street and through them could be seen more tables. Each table had a paper lamp which helped to both illuminate and blend the interior.
She motioned to Dario as he stood in front of her. "I've sold mints and gingers to the owner for a while. There's a room in the back where we can talk more."
The sound of her laugh was beautifully melodious and Dario could not help but wish to hear that sound more, even if she was laughing at his expense for having struggled with her equally beautiful name. Maybe in the future he would have to have her teach him how to say it properly. He realized that he was thinking about the future, clearly he already intended to see her again and the realization that he thought this caught him off guard.
"Cinta, it is." He replied with a smile that reached his ocean blue eyes. He liked the sound of Cinta better than just Cint, it flowed off of his tongue more easily and didn't end so abruptly. He glanced up at the tea shop, taking a moment to read the sign out from. It was quite a cute little shop, and part of him just hoped he wouldn't break anything.
He followed Cinta as she motioned for him and he looked around the tea shop as they walked, there were more people inside of the shop than he had expected for this time of day, and he figured they must have really good products. He couldn't help but hope that the room in the back was more secluded, and not just for the question he wanted Cinta about her herbs.
He moved between two tables, turning his body to get between the chairs and his hand touched Cinta's arm as he did so. It was not a conscious movement and he didn't think much of it, but as he removed his hand once more, his fingers moved across her skin and he noted the softness. The tips of his fingers tingled slightly as his hand fell while he continued to follow her through the shop.
Post by Cinta-fëalócë Eresse on May 26, 2015 18:08:50 GMT -5
Cint quietly observed Dario as he inspected the shop. His large tan body seemed out of place in such a small delicate tea shop. The pleased look on his face reassured her that she had made a good choice though.
Cinta. The way he had said it made her own name sound foreign to her...or maybe it was just strange to hear it on his lips. She wished she could hear him say it again.
Those were the thoughts running through her head when his hand slid across her skin. If his eyes had seemed brilliantly sharp to her earlier, she was not prepared for his touch. After walking through the crowd, constantly jostled about, one would not think to notice such a small thing. However, acutely aware of how close Dario was to her, when his fingers brushed her, it had felt like a slick blade had laid open her pale skin. Blood rushed to the area on her arm, much like a recent wound, as her own heartbeat increased slightly. When the touch stopped, the sting had calmed into a muted burn.
It didn’t seem like Cint could get through the front dining area soon enough. She tried not to rush as Dario tried to gingerly make his way. She was sure in the mean time someone would notice the slight color in her cheeks or comment on her unnecessarily dilated eyes. As normally is with such unfounded fears, nothing came of them.
Finally they were in the back area. Some of the staff smiled and nodded at Cint as they quietly went about their business of tea-making. They were used to her comings and goings. One of the younger girls in particular took a moment to stop and thoroughly look over the handsome man accompanying her.
Embarrassed, Cint quickly opened the small wooden door on her left. She grabbed Dario’s hand and gently pulled him through, desperate to escape both the real and fantasized attention. The room they entered was a comfortable size for Cint small frame, but it shrunk significantly in the presence of Dario. She looked up into his bright eyes, trying to ask again about the herbs. However, she found she was still holding his hand and the words slipped away without making a sound.
Dario didn't notice any of the looks they were getting. He was too busy focusing on Cinta and trying not to break anything or tip over any chairs. He was relieved when they reached the door to the back room. He noticed as Cint hurried through the last several feet, clearing trying to avoid the gaze of the people in the room. He glanced up long enough to spot a young girl who was eyeing the two of them. He smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up. Dario was an easy-going man and he was really good and making friends with everybody.
He didn't think much of Cinta taking his hand, it seemed a pretty normal action. They stepped into the room and he was grateful for the instant silence that the room provided. It was only then that he started to pay attention to the fact that she was holding his hand. He met her gaze, the silence between them growing. He gave her a smile and, still holding her hand, led her to a table in the corner and sat down next to her.
"This is perfect, thank you." He said, squeezing her hand before releasing it, though he was a little sad to do so. "I wanted to ask you if you any herbs that might help with a little...project of mine." He hoped she would not be turned off by his request, and was a little surprised that he cared what she thought about him.
Post by Cinta-fëalócë Eresse on May 27, 2015 22:09:04 GMT -5
Standing there, looking down at her, his face eclipsed her view. Her heart pounded loudly in her head, steadily rushing blood to her face. Cint thought she must to be red all the way to her ears. She was glad no one but Dario could see her now. Actually, she didn't mind that Dario saw her so flustered. The thought helped to calm her nerves as she looked into his genial face. Somehow it seemed to have changed. Cint could feel the tension in her shoulders start to slack as she let his gaze wash over her. Here, in the room with just the two of them, Cint felt strangely safe.
It wasn't until Dario started to lead her towards the table that she realized they had been standing wordlessly for an unusual amount of time. She followed him amiably but the awkwardness started to creep back over her thoughts. He squeezed her hand as they sat down as if he knew to reassure her chaotic nerves. There was a slight linger in his question, causing Cint to pause. The way he approached the topic was hesitant, to be sure, bringing the wheels in her mind to a buzzing whirl. Why would one be cautious of herbs? And a project? She looked intently into his face, trying to discern what might lay hidden beneath. Could she trust him? Cint thought so. But did he know? Cint had worked to keep her status as a Vanir healer hidden during her time in the Acaedian Empire. Especially as one who practice the arts passed down in her family for generations. It had been taxing, to say the least, to tread so carefully about the topic day to day, even more so when trying to sell her herbs. She was no politician so as to carefully conceal her words with extravagant decor. Despite her ineptitude, no trouble had yet found her though and that to her relief.
There are moments in life that mark a turn that cannot be undone. Sometimes they come abruptly unannounced. Other times it's only in hindsight that the turns can be seen. Yet other times, rare fortuitous times, there is a pause where upon one realizes that such a turn is possibly to come and has time to decide to whether to continue or to double back. It was sitting at the table that Cint realized that this day, here with Dario, was likely such a turn.
She looked at him and smiled. No, she could not find it in herself to distrust even an ounce of the man, even if it cursed her from this point on. "There isn't much my herbs can't help with," she said with a mischievous grin. "Tell me about your project."
Dario found himself just wanting to get inside of her mind. What was she thinking about? Her blush as they had stood together in silence had made him particularly curious. What was going through her mind at that moment that had made her blush? He found her to be so interesting, so intriguing, that he couldn't help but want to dig into who she was and learn more about her.
She did not answer him immediately after he spoke, it was as if he could see her mind working through something but, again, had no idea what it was and found he really wanted to know. Still, it did not take long before she did reply and when she did so it was with a smile, which calmed his nerves a bit. Her little grin as she spoke was definitely the push he needed to feel like he could really ask her about this.
"Well, in my line of work I deal often with small weapons and plenty of people. I have been interested lately in different herbs or concoctions that might be of use. Things like poisons, both that of deadly nature and also of simply knocking out or making people immovable for a time. Have you heard of anything that might do such a thing?" He asked, he spoke confidently now, deciding to trust her and not hold back