The Space Cauldron
It was already late in the evening but the merchant seemed unfazed by the passing of time. He sat, poised and elegant, watching the world around him. He didn’t seem bored, even as he leaned forward and laced his fingers atop the table; below it, he kept his toe tapping to some silent tune in his head. He was tall, by human standards, though while sitting down he didn’t seem particularly threatening. If you didn’t look at his face.
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His table was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was draped in a dark purple tablecloth, with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the table was an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled when his visitor entered, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His table was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was draped in a dark purple tablecloth, with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the table was an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled when his visitor entered, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
When Abzu discovered Almadel had made it back into town for yet another year of Star Festival, he decided he had one primary goal for the festival, and that was to get some time with the dragon man again, an absolutely fascinating person who had very much piqued his interest the last time he had come through. Abzu felt that he might have done the same, and if he hadn't, their mutual flirtation and chatter had been a rush in any case.
The time in the evening seemed to fit his plans the best.
In a satchel he carried with him, he had a few of the pods that Idavollr had warned him about. These ones were thankfully not shaking, leaking, or rattling, and he wanted them out of his possession as soon as possible. Abzu wasn't sure what Almadel wanted with them, but he supposed the star-traveling merchant was a bit of an enigma in that way. Let Almadel have them if he really wanted them; maybe it would keep them away from Earth, whatever they were.
Easily, he sauntered through the bubble, eyeing Almadel where he sat with the edges of a smirk on his lips. It didn't miss his notice that the merchant once again had a different array of items in front of him. It also didn't miss his notice that he was dressed a bit differently than he had been last time.
Abzu had come far in a short time, he supposed.
"Almadel," he greeted, matching the silk with a smooth tone of his own, with a bow of his head, "pleasure to see you again."
