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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:02 pm
ladyumbra It had taken Tsura quite some time but she'd eventually been able to find a rotten apple that wasn't wormy deformed or bird pecked in Kellen's orchard. Now the gypsy woman brought it along with a couple healthy apples back to Mama's to fulfill her quest. It had been easier than she;d expected overall but there'd certainly been a lot of walking involved, although it had let her get a feel for the layout of the town. With Berit at her heels, having decided not to drop the little one off at the wagon, Tsura climbed the steps to knock on Mama;s door, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything
Mama sets the cup of tea on the little side table beside the plush chairs. She then goes to her little stove and stirs a pot that had been set at a very low temperature for some time. "The apple's the last ingredient I need for this potion, yes, yes."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:18 pm
After being on her feet so long sitting and having a little tea isn't something Tsura is about to turn down. Settling herself into a comfy chair the dark haired woman smiled "Not much trouble really" she admitted "I got a nice walk out of it though and got to meet a lot of the townspeople." Perhaps when she was too old to travel she would settle in a place like this. " May I ask what you're making?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:24 pm
ladyumbra After being on her feet so long sitting and having a little tea isn't something Tsura is about to turn down. Settling herself into a comfy chair the dark haired woman smiled "Not much trouble really" she admitted "I got a nice walk out of it though and got to meet a lot of the townspeople." Perhaps when she was too old to travel she would settle in a place like this. " May I ask what you're making?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:40 am
"Love like feelings of romance or love like well, lust?" Both had their uses Tsura supposed and in small doses probbaly weren't all that harmful to whoever ingested them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 11:44 pm
ladyumbra "Love like feelings of romance or love like well, lust?" Both had their uses Tsura supposed and in small doses probbaly weren't all that harmful to whoever ingested them.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 6:11 pm
Veshengo tossed the bottle of pepper oil in his hand, then tucked it into his pocket. Kicking at stray pebbles as he went, he strolled back to Mama's wagon. Skipping up the steps, he knocked on the door, "Mama? It's Veshengo."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:26 am
"Oh! Do come in, dear, yes, yes!" She opens the door and bustles Veshengo inside. "Sit down, sit down. Were you able to find the pepper oil?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:01 pm
Menelie "Oh! Do come in, dear, yes, yes!" She opens the door and bustles Veshengo inside. "Sit down, sit down. Were you able to find the pepper oil?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 1:02 am
"Oh, excellent!" she exclaims. She takes the little vial and pockets it. "Did you have much trouble finding it? I know Ziva usually, usually stays in that dank corner of the Cider House with Ulo, that horrid man, yes, but one never really knows with her." She smiles. "Do you want some tea, dear? Do sit down, won't you?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 11:42 am
Menelie "Oh, excellent!" she exclaims. She takes the little vial and pockets it. "Did you have much trouble finding it? I know Ziva usually, usually stays in that dank corner of the Cider House with Ulo, that horrid man, yes, but one never really knows with her." She smiles. "Do you want some tea, dear? Do sit down, won't you?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:19 pm
Mama puts the water for tea back on her little stove. "Ah, yes, yes, Penelope is definitely the shrewd bargainer, yes." She nods slowly. "Do you take your tea black or green?" she inquires. "Most gypsies like it black, I know, but we run into all sorts here, yes."
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 2:39 pm
"Oh, I'm not fussy...whatever you happen to have...don't go out of your way or anything. " He nodded and then crossed one of his legs. Glancing at his boots, he rubbed at the leather, which was slowly but surely sloughing off. He should definitely get a new pair...or perhaps just some sealing wax.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:56 pm
"Green it is then!" exclaims Mama. She serves him his tea and then goes back to fussing with her potion.
[Sorry it's so short, I'm not really sure where you want this to go. She's already paid him, so eh.]
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:15 pm
[LOL, okay then...and it was 30?]
Veshengo sat quietly, sipping at his tea as he watched Mama at work. She reminded him, in some ways, of his own dear mother. It was going on ten years now since she'd passed. He would have to remember to leave flowers for her if they ever passed through Enallas.
Placing his cup down, he rose and nodded his head to Mama, mouthing a quiet thank you. He then headed back to Penelope's.
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