Post by Avu on Feb 28, 2009 14:24:45 GMT -5
Jewelry Cart
"You want me to buy what?!"
Ring! came the excited answer as Stupid bounced in T'rid's pocket, the brown Salamandyr's frill rising and falling in his eagerness. Worra ring 'lath love worra ring, yes? The bronzerider must have looked quite foolish indeed, for he was addressing his pocket, an annoyed expression on his face, lip curled in slight irritation, a brown sausage-like head poking out of said pocket, beady eyes fixed unwaveringly on a small ring that looked as if had been made of gold. Plain it was not, for though it was a simple circle, it was engraved with a pattern that resembled vines, looping around rubies that were inset into the metallic piece of jewelry carefully. Real it was probably not, but Stupid had no head for authenticity. All the Salamandyr knew was that it was shiny and Ebolath would love it.
You might as well buy it, Corinth pointed out mildly. He'll bother you if you don't. "He'll bother me if I do," T'rid answered indignantly, glaring at the bronze dragon who was sprawled in the water, eyes whirling in rapid amusement. Ring! Ringringringring/ring/, the brown insisted hopefully, bouncing so violently that T'rid's entire tunic shifted slightly. The bronzerider hissed his annoyance, cupping his hand around the bouncing pocket to squeeze Stupid firmly, earning himself an overexcited nip from the Salamandyr. "Ouch! Bloody Salamandyr -- !" Ring!
"This caravan's more trouble than it's worth," T'rid sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He'd only come down to make sure nobody went and poisoned themselves on anything, since Selenitas Hold -- the caravan's last stop -- had been rather vague on said caravan's origins. Oh, and perhaps to spend some of his unnecessarily large amount of marks, on a shirt or new boots, or something, but in passing the Jewelry Cart, Stupid had become instantly infatuated with the little golden ring that he currently had his eyes upon. He was fixated on it, determined to get it. Already his nipping when T'rid tried to keep him down had broken skin, and T'rid scowled as he rubbed his thumb against the hem of his tunic to remove the blood. "What'm I supposed to do with thirty-seven marks?" he demanded aloud to Stupid, annoyed at the brown Salamandyr and at himself for even coming down to see the Caravan before it left.
Ring!
"Other than buy a ring!" he snapped back, and Stupid's frill stiffened as he caught the note of anger. Ring, /please/? he huffed quietly, and T'rid sighed, rubbing the side of his jaw wearily. I hear there are 'mystery eggs' for five marks apiece, Corinth offered mildly, You could buy seven -- or you could buy -- hmm, 290-some chicken eggs. T'rid nearly choked. 290 chicken eggs?! You could. The bronze was baiting him, but T'rid didn't care. If it got him out of buying 290 chicken eggs, he was all for the little ring. It wasn't like he'd have to keep it -- Stupid would take off to find Ebolath to give it to her, no doubt. Or the nearest green dragon. Whichever he ran into first.
Approaching the Cart cautiously, T'rid cleared his throat and pointed to the golden ring. "How much?" he asked, chin lifting in slight defiance. Ring! Ring love 'lath buybuybuy. Much? Much? Stupid pressed eagerly, not waiting for a reply before he sprang out of T'rid's pocket, wings flailing as he smacked down on top of the Cart and then grabbed the ring in his mouth, wheeling around to show it to the Jewelry Cart's owner, expectantly waiting for a price which he was certain T'ridHis could pay.
"You want me to buy what?!"
Ring! came the excited answer as Stupid bounced in T'rid's pocket, the brown Salamandyr's frill rising and falling in his eagerness. Worra ring 'lath love worra ring, yes? The bronzerider must have looked quite foolish indeed, for he was addressing his pocket, an annoyed expression on his face, lip curled in slight irritation, a brown sausage-like head poking out of said pocket, beady eyes fixed unwaveringly on a small ring that looked as if had been made of gold. Plain it was not, for though it was a simple circle, it was engraved with a pattern that resembled vines, looping around rubies that were inset into the metallic piece of jewelry carefully. Real it was probably not, but Stupid had no head for authenticity. All the Salamandyr knew was that it was shiny and Ebolath would love it.
You might as well buy it, Corinth pointed out mildly. He'll bother you if you don't. "He'll bother me if I do," T'rid answered indignantly, glaring at the bronze dragon who was sprawled in the water, eyes whirling in rapid amusement. Ring! Ringringringring/ring/, the brown insisted hopefully, bouncing so violently that T'rid's entire tunic shifted slightly. The bronzerider hissed his annoyance, cupping his hand around the bouncing pocket to squeeze Stupid firmly, earning himself an overexcited nip from the Salamandyr. "Ouch! Bloody Salamandyr -- !" Ring!
"This caravan's more trouble than it's worth," T'rid sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He'd only come down to make sure nobody went and poisoned themselves on anything, since Selenitas Hold -- the caravan's last stop -- had been rather vague on said caravan's origins. Oh, and perhaps to spend some of his unnecessarily large amount of marks, on a shirt or new boots, or something, but in passing the Jewelry Cart, Stupid had become instantly infatuated with the little golden ring that he currently had his eyes upon. He was fixated on it, determined to get it. Already his nipping when T'rid tried to keep him down had broken skin, and T'rid scowled as he rubbed his thumb against the hem of his tunic to remove the blood. "What'm I supposed to do with thirty-seven marks?" he demanded aloud to Stupid, annoyed at the brown Salamandyr and at himself for even coming down to see the Caravan before it left.
Ring!
"Other than buy a ring!" he snapped back, and Stupid's frill stiffened as he caught the note of anger. Ring, /please/? he huffed quietly, and T'rid sighed, rubbing the side of his jaw wearily. I hear there are 'mystery eggs' for five marks apiece, Corinth offered mildly, You could buy seven -- or you could buy -- hmm, 290-some chicken eggs. T'rid nearly choked. 290 chicken eggs?! You could. The bronze was baiting him, but T'rid didn't care. If it got him out of buying 290 chicken eggs, he was all for the little ring. It wasn't like he'd have to keep it -- Stupid would take off to find Ebolath to give it to her, no doubt. Or the nearest green dragon. Whichever he ran into first.
Approaching the Cart cautiously, T'rid cleared his throat and pointed to the golden ring. "How much?" he asked, chin lifting in slight defiance. Ring! Ring love 'lath buybuybuy. Much? Much? Stupid pressed eagerly, not waiting for a reply before he sprang out of T'rid's pocket, wings flailing as he smacked down on top of the Cart and then grabbed the ring in his mouth, wheeling around to show it to the Jewelry Cart's owner, expectantly waiting for a price which he was certain T'ridHis could pay.
