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[Color=plum][b]Time:[/b][/color] Afternoon
[Color=plum][b]Location:[/b][/color] Myriamor
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[color=plum]“I don’t know if I like this.”[/color] Astra said as she looked down at the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/474x/a1/02/81/a10281bbbe403b04761175ba376dee29.jpg]outfit[/url] she was wearing at the Odds and Ends stall. [color=plum]“Too shiny and gold for someone of my complexion…”[/color] Astra looked down at her body. How the warm colors held firmly to her stone gray skin, brought an ugly grimace to her face. [color=plum]“But it does what you say it does, correct?”[/color] Her eyes peered up at the faun store owner with a stern glare.

[color=cornflowerblue]“Yes, of course. It fits all! It fits anyone. Any occasion, too… with some added protection of course. Just cross the greaves with some intention and… [i]magic[/i].”[/color] The stall owner nodded as he looked down at the 500 amas resting on his counter. He didn’t think he had to explain much to sell these but Astra kept up a front of skepticism. The type of skepticisim that made a person feel as if they weren’t offering up enough and had to overexplain.

[color=plum]“Hmm…”[/color] Astra seemed to muse just before she crossed her wrists out in front of her. With a quick flash, Astra’s appearance changed, not unlike what a disguise ring was capable of.

[color=cornflowerblue]“Oh my! Look at you! You’re-”[/color]

[color=plum]“A lamplight cunt!”[/color] Astra cut the stall owner off, preventing him from absentmindedly insulting her. [color=plum]“Where’s your mirror? I want to see.”[/color] Astra demanded. She was quickly provided a mirror so that she could view [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/d5/45/3bd545e79bb787ccf7cf65e7066e28f6.jpg]her new appearance[/url]

[color=plum]“A pretty lamplight cunt.”[/color] Astra flashed a smile at herself before peering down at a caged Almiraj. [color=plum]“These things are loyal to their masters, yes?”[/color] Astra ask as she bent over to meet the horned rodent eye to eye.

[color=cornflowerblue]“Yes, yes they are. Some might say, more loyal than a mutt!”[/color] 

[color=plum]“Good. Loyalty to his master will keep him alive.”[/color] She poked at the cage, slightly rattling it. 




[center][color=plum][i]Loyalty to [color=crimson][b]violence[/b][/color][/i][/color][/center]

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