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The Ley Lines / Unrealistic expectations
« on: July 19, 2020, 06:42 AM »
I have bought you several beautiful robes. Aren't you pleased?


Bashir Market / Beauty is only skin deep
« on: July 18, 2020, 06:15 PM »
"Tsk tsk tsk, this will never do," Rura sighed as he picked aside a flimsy robe disdainfully and discarded it like a piece of litter off to one side. He had heard that there were exotic wares to be found in Bashir Market but so far nothing had caught his eye except for this robe. And upon closer inspection, it turned out to be cheaply made. The seams were showing.

Objectively hideous.

The rough-looking woman behind the stall gave him a beady-eyed look of disgust and demanded that he either buy it or "fuck off,' something that further offended Rura. "I shall be on my way," he said loftily, for he refused to stoop to her level. But inside. Inside he called her a hog-faced bitch. And rightly so.

The robe wasn't for him, though. Oh no, Rura didn't wear common clothing bought just anywhere. His little brother was in need of some more play clothes and what did it hurt to hunt around while he had some spare time? The child was positively heathen with the way he tore around and muddied his clothes and while Rura's parents had all but given up making him presentable, Rura refused to admit defeat.

He tapped a blue silk fan to his lips as he walked along the lane, ever conscious of the hour. Rura had an appointment with a... friend soon, but would rather be dead than be caught eagerly waiting at the appointed place. Appearances and all that.

Another robe caught his eye, this time a silk one in a deep earthy brown, with an interesting green pattern along the hem. He arrived at the stall at the same time as someone else and cleared his throat imperiously to be let on ahead first, giving them a distinctly haughty Look.

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