Seeking (Kisha

[Kisha-Ra]

‘Backhanded compliments are all I give out.’ Darya answered and poked her tongue out, repeating her earlier completely mature gesture, just make it clear she’d won. The bluerider shuffled her bundles around a little until she had one hand free with limited movement, anyone who got in her way could still be moved. To her surprise Darya find this was unnecessary, apparently she now had an Emoyan to steer her through the crowds. ‘You only think that now.’ Darya predicted, although Emoyan seemed woefully unconcerned about his own toes to her mind.

Darya snorted. ‘Uniqueness is hardly going to be a concern for my immediate future I’m afraid. A reasonable level of durability and an equally reasonable price tag is what I should be looking for. As for prettiness… I’m not that good a judge.’ The bluerider gave a slight shrug in response to her own statement, she had a fair eye for colour and sometimes a magpie’s eye for embellishment, but that was about it. ‘You can tell me how it looks when you see it.’ She added, shuffling her purchases around again and hauling the lot off with her into the indicated, and currently unoccupied, tent.

A short time later, after some wriggling, some muttered comments about the size of changing tents, and some reorganising of her shopping (because obviously the people at the clothing stalls didn’t understand how little wrinkled clothing meant to Darya), the bluerider emerged, dressed in clothing that was indeed more conservative than her last gather outfit. A bright turquoise skirt swirled around her ankles, revealing that the bluerider was indeed still wearing her boots, however it was nothing like as extravagant as what she’d left behind, and the shirt that went with it was plain, though it was of the brown shade that had caught Darya’s eye.

Carrying only a single, bulkier package Darya approached her waiting companion again, wondering what he could be chuckling at. ‘Well? What do you think?’ Darya inquired, turning in place so Emoyan could get the full view.

[dragon]

Emoyan waited patiently for Darya to reappear from the tent, smiling slightly at the muttering and grumbling that emitted from it. Once she re-emerged from the shrouding tent, his eyebrows started upward. Slowly at first, and then faster as she twirled around. A grin split his face as he shook his head. "Absolutely gorgeous." He answered, stepping over to catch an arm around her waist. "You make the outfit." Emoyan told her, lifting the bundle from her arms to carry for her. "And it only needs one more thing to be complete." He offered, vaguely.

He walked with her, but not toward the dance square. Instead he headed back into the stalls, taking her along with him. To a stall that was filled to the brim with dangling bits of glittery stuff. Some of it sparkled and shined like no one's business. As extravagant as some of it might be, what Emoyan was looking for was much simpler. Knowing exactly what he was after, he found it quickly, paid for it, and then took it back to Darya. "Here."

He uncoiled the fine necklace chain, and strung it around her neck to clasp it before allowing the small pendant to fall to where it would rest on her bosom. It was a tiny crystalline thing, with a small teardrop of blue suspended within it. It was no gem, it was no item to really get excited over. But it was pretty, even if it was only glass. The clear exterior was faceted and shot through with an opaque coloring to make it look like crystal, even if it wasn't.

But, almost as if that was a cue, Skink darted back out of his pocket, leapt the distance between the two of them lightening-quick, and scurried up Darya's front. You got! I want! Mine! the mandyr stated loudly, before scooping up the bauble into her tiny mouth, making it bulge awkwardly as it was too big to really get a hold of for her. But it didn't slow her down. She scurried farther up, to Darya's neck line, and carried the bauble down inside her shirt. Coiling up in Darya's cleavage, Skink wrapped herself around the bauble that was still quite nicely secured to the Rider's neck. Mine! She announced, offering a hiss toward any fingers that might stray after the item she was wrapped around.

Thankfully, the chain was plenty long enough to not pull on Darya's neck for having it resting inside her breastband so.

Emoyan sighed, and gave Darya an apologetic look. "She found me, I forgot to mention that."

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya just gave Emoyan one of her wide range of sighs, this particular specimen drawn out to express maximum exasperation, though she actually seemed pleased by the reaction. ‘You are far too free with those compliments Emoyan.’ The bluerider commented with a gently teasing tone. Despite her telling the harper not to be so polite earlier Dayra’s bundled purchases were lifted out of her grip and she couldn’t be bothered to object if Emoyan wanted to carry things that badly.

Somewhat to her bewilderment Darya found herself being led in the direction of one of the, not to put too fine a point on it, tackier jewellery stalls, one that glittered with enough beads and baubles to satisfy even the most dubious of tastes, or at least it seemed so to Darya, who was more or less dazzled by the sparkle. Emoyan however seemed to know exactly what he was after in all of this, which was just as well.

On his return Darya was bursting with curiosity, so it was just as well that the mystery item was strung around her neck where she could examine it, or at least she thought she’d be able to. A sinkingly familiar mindvoice, however, warned Darya otherwise, and just in time for a tiny flash of green to leap out of Emoyan’s pocket, gather up the glass pendant, and scurry up Darya’s shirt, and then back down the inside. Wonderful. The rider’s thoughts grew distinctly sarcastic as Skink curled up, hissing, inside Dayra’s breastband, and that sarcasm came bursting to the surface as Emoyan mentioned that his pet had found him. ‘Really? I never would have guessed that.’ She replied, looking down at her shirt, which continued to hiss, and deciding that ignoring Skink was the best idea. ‘You know I don’t think that really worked, unless a salamandyr really was the right thing to go with this outfit.’ She added, chuckling slightly, salamandyrs did have an amazing talent for irritation and drama, as Darya would be among the first to admit.

Darya put her plan of ignoring Skink into action, threaded her arm through Emoyan’s and tugged him off in the general direction of the dancing square. ‘I’ll admire that properly later, when it doesn’t have a salamndyr hanging off it.’ She promised.