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 Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:29 am
A happy laugh escaped Mizenya as Kiaran took her offered hand. It was something between a giggle and a chuckle probaby... Mizenya was never really the type to giggle. If it was funny or fun, she laughed heartily. But she felt a little like she might burst into something like hysteric giggling at any moment. She was pretty sure that would scare him off, so she held that particular urge in check.
Then a strange thing happened. As she stood there, amused for no reason and gloriously happy, her horns started to glow softly. Nothing bright enough to blind anyone mind you. Instead, it much resembled the way light reflected off of water, subtle and mesmerizing. Except it was quite obvious that no water was floating anywhere near the vicinity of her head. And further, the light seemed to be coming from within her horns.
Oblivious, Mizenya continued to smile bemusedly. "Um," she echoed after him. "I wanted to meet you too," she said without thinking. Immediately she shook her head, realizing she'd just said something that made absolutely no sense. She'd never even seen him before today. "Ah... well.. dat is.. I mean to say..." She pouted, trying to think of how to repair her slip up. "Ahm.. You have.. nice... bottles... yes."
Ah. Smooooooth.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:41 pm
Kiaran blinked, then started laughing. "I have nice bottles?" For a moment, the phrase so do you! floated through his mind, but that was really, really asking for it. "Yeah, I'm a Djardi. I sell scents for Master Kitling..."
Her horns were glowing, soft and sure, drawing his attention away from his words and back to her. Unbeknownst to him, Kiaran's own horns began to glow softly too, where the horn material was visible underneath the wrapping of wire and beads that encased them. "Your horns are really pretty. Do they always glow like that?" he added, enchanted. Her hand was so warm on his, and her scent... oh, why hadn't he noticed it before? Spicy and warm with just a bit of smoke and ozone... could he duplicate it as a perfume? No, that would be blasphemy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:21 pm
"You sell perfumes then?" Mizenya asked as he explained his trade. "I deal in dreams mostly," she said, smiling.
And then.. Had he just, sniffed at her?
Mizenya blinked her large eyes slowly, waiting to be insulted. But, though the thought that she should be at least mildly irritated fluttered about in the back of her head, she couldn't bring herself to be offended. Instead she leaned forward rather boldly and took a whiff of Kiaran, more as roundabout way to get back at him than anything else.
She was really quite surprised to find that he smelled wonderful! Well what did she expect anyway, he was a seller of scents. Her mind fuddled about for a few moments before she processed what he'd said.
"Glow?" Unfortunately Mizenya couldn't catch herself in time before she actually gazed upward, tilting her head back in a laughable attempt to look at her own horns. She stopped when she realized it, eyes heavenward, and sighed. What the hell! Where were her higher brain functions at?
She slowly righted her gaze and smiled ruefully at him. "My horns do not glow.." She blinked, surprised. "But yours do.. is it an enchantment?" Her hand was still in his, so she reached up with her free one and lightly traced the visible surfaces of one of Kiaran's horns. "It's very pretty."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 9:49 am
Kiaran frowned, just slightly. "No they don't. Do they?" Perplexed, he reached up one hand to touch his horns, but they didn't feel any different than usual. Still, he couldn't imagine Mizenya would lie, and he glanced around for some sort of mirror. Nothing presented itself, and he drooped for a moment, then perked up as he remembered something. "Ah, I must have one somewhere... hang on..." He rummaged through the bottles hanging from his belt, muttering to himself. "Love's-labor-lost... no... sea breeze, no... essence of wolfsheart, nooo... aha!" He detached a bottle from its tether and held it up triumphantly. "Dried gorgonweed!" The substance caused a low-grade petrification effect if unshielded... and, as such, was always, always stored in a mirrored bottle.
"Don't open it," he warned her, holding it out, then tried to angle it so it'd reflect her face. "There, see? Glowy! Told you!" He beamed.
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