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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aldrakh
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org]
[Color=crimson][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Alaia [@Alivefalling]
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Astra had been having what looked like an engrossing sidebar conversation with the Orc running the meat stall while she let Vrexen and Myra address each other. 

[Color=darkturquoise]“Hm?”[/color] Vrexen stared down at the meat presented to him, almost perplexed. Despite Myra's honest generosity, Vrexen showed reluctance. So used to a world where nothing was ever given and everything had the chance to be snatched from your very being. The red-faced demon could recall a time when he was once tempted by a gift. He had grasped it and held it in his clutches. Admired it and envisioned what he would do with such a thing. He could never recall what the gift was, but that mattered not. What Vrexen had held in his possession was nothing but bait that only made him prey to another. 

[Color=plum]“Ooh, looks like Myra missed you!”[/color] Astra cooed as she poked Vrexen's side which only caused him to look at Astra with a look that should have been able to kill her. What really died was her mood. 

[Color=darkturquoise]“Do not dare strike me again.”[/color]

[Color=plum]“Sensitive much? It was a poke. Like a hard intrusive touch. So nothing to be worried about.”[/color] There was a bit more spunk in Astra's tone. [Color=plum]“Anyway, I think you should take what Myra's offering. With a little more social development for [b]both[/b] of you, you'll make a nice item.”[/color]

Vrexen narrowed his eyes and reluctantly took a large bite out of the offered food. The meat tasted quite well, causing him to hum in delight. Its deliciousness was the only thing that kept him from finding the whole ordeal uncomfortable. Then the trio continued towards the port while Astra continued rambling about Vrexen and Myra being in a relationship.

[Color=plum]“You both like the same food, are nudists, and you found each other by chance... Vrexen, a demon from the Abyss, summoned to Avalia to aid a kingdom oppressed by another. And Myra, a demon who knows only of the simple pleasures of life, seeking adventure and has lost her voice by some circumstance to be later revealed! Now that would make for a good read. I could write it in a few decades from now. Write myself in as the bitchy friend that doesn't think Vrexen deserves you… Oh, or maybe I'm the mistress after one of your hearts.”[/color] Astra talked excitedly as it seemed she was happy to have the three back together. 

[Color=darkturquoise]“Astra… Who will we sell the creatures to? And what is that winged [I]thing[/i]?”[/color] He wanted to change the subject now, but also seemed to have spotted something interesting and new.

[Color=plum]“We're selling those smelly fish horses to the meat stall! Oh, and that's just a fairy. They're like pixies but big. Or maybe pixies are like them but small... Eh, we'll see more of them soon after we leave here.”[/color] Astra quickly answered as she referred to Alaia who was fluttering about.

[Color=darkturquoise]“Hmm.”[/color]

[Color=plum]“Yeah so I should have shared what I had planned, but you love killing things and I love making amas. Sometimes they go together but I work really well doing my own thing... Oh and Myra loves eating meat…”[/color] She didn't want to exclude the demoness. [Color=plum]“Anyway, while we wait for our buyers to inspect our stock, I should probably unveil my scheme.”[/color] Astra appeared quite proud as the three finally stopped at the docked hippocampi. 

[Color=plum]“With you gone, Myra and I went to the market to sell that painting. Made some amas at a store selling all types of junk before heading to a meat stall of Myra's choosing. Now it didn't matter which meat stall she chose, Orc barbecue is always fantastic if it's not overcooked or deformed by an oddly placed hammer strike. Next, I persuaded the two Orcs working the stall to let us buy a large piece of meat with our service to advertise for them. Worked splendidly! And finally, with the extra rapport built, I struck another deal with the meat stall while you two made googly eyes upon reuniting. Pretty impressive, I do say so myself.”[/color] Astra smirked and softly rubbed the top if Myra's head like a villain that had just shared their entire diabolical endgame.

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