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[ High Casual ] The Bristdale Port

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Lark

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Trying to ignore her stomach's incessant growling, Lark's eyes caught sight of a particularly peculiar-walking man, unable to take her eyes off of him for a moment. He was handsome, rugged-looking, and obviously intoxicated, but if he was part of the sea crowd, that didn't surprise her. It was a custom for ship crews to drink as soon as they hit land; Lark remembered hearing something about it helping them grow more accustomed to solid ground.

Not being one to judge, she watched the man with interest flavouring her honeyed eyes. She had always been a little envious of sea dwellers, both magical and mundane, for the sea looked so much more promising, so much more free than Bristdale. Sure, the port was full of possibilities, if you had the right coin. For someone like Lark, it was a prison, a ball and chain fastened to her ankle, their metallic clinking the same as it was in her cup of meager coins. It was all a trap for her. Out there, though, adventure was waiting behind ever wave. Money didn't matter to them, or did it? She wasn't sure what their culture was like.

It had to have been promising, though, judging by the pirate's next actions. To this day, he was one of only a tiny handful of people to approach her, and the only one yet to offer her food. At first, the man startled her with his sudden stumble, her body jolting in response. She had just watched him shove past one of the peasants who had snatched her coin, and while she appreciated it, Lark was a little hesitant to trust the man outright. His offerings, however, silenced all that reluctance. Not one roll, not two, but three sweetrolls he offered to her. It was so beautiful that the female started to tear up, her small hands reaching up to grasp one of the delicious bread hunks.

It practically melted in her mouth as soon as her tongue met the spongy flesh of the roll, its sweet flavour sending her tastebuds into a chorus of happiness. For a moment, she just listened to him speak, enjoying the roll to the last bite.

"You treat me with a kindness I haven't seen the likes of in a while, stranger," she murmured finally, shying away from the rest of the bread, "but I cannot accept the rest. Indulgence is not something I should get used to. Besides, you were the one to buy them. You should have the majority." Even in the face of famine, Lark refused to take all of the bread, leaving the last two rolls to him. "I hope you do not take this as an offensive gesture. The gods smile upon your generosity." Her smile was bright against her dirty skin and matted hair, almost as bright as those golden irises of hers.

She looked down at herself, wondering what about her resembled an avian creature. Perhaps it was how thin she was? If the wind wished, it surely could pick her up and fling her to and fro, as if it hadn't done so already, but she wouldn't comment on that. Instead, she looked up at him with her large eyes. "May I ask why you chose to take pity on me?"

[ High Casual ] The Bristdale Port

@Arkitekt

Here you are!

[ High Casual ] The Bristdale Port

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Lark

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A beggar on the streets was far from an odd sight in Bristdale, and Lark was no different to the averting eyes of the passersby. Though a few had sunk their coins into her meager cup, the others either spat in her direction or ignored her altogether. None of this was new to the small female, unfortunately. Her life seemed to be a repetition of these happenings. Everyday, it was waking, ignoring the ache in her back from sleeping in the alleys, worshipping the words of Lei in secret, and then spending the rest of the day begging for coin to buy a single roll of bread for her ever-growling stomach.

This was no life to the ones who saw her, but to Lark, it was all she knew. Other than the few rare instances in which a cook would take pity and throw her scraps, Lark lived a life of constant fasting, worshipping, and begging. She never dared to steal, even when the opportunity fell into her lap.
At one time, she foraged in the surrounding woodlands and the port, but Lark had stopped when her actions proved fruitless. For now, it was better to sit and wait than forage and just starve to death faster.

Today was a market day, where large, looming ships would come into port from the sea, unloading dozens upon dozens of pirates and other boat-dwellers. These groups would stay for a few days, trading their goods in exchange for others, then pack up and head back into the open ocean for weeks, months, sometimes even years at a time. It was a perfect opportunity to get some decent coin, and Lark took it to her advantage.

The sun had just started to reach the middle of the sky when Lark finally gained enough gold to buy a small roll. It was a glorious day indeed, for she had not been as lucky for the last few days. Standing now, Lark padded her way to one of the bakers' stands. She tried to hide the gigantic, excited smile on her face, but found it hard to. She was starving, and this baker was one of the few that accepted money from her. The rest often pushed her aside for other customers with more well-endowed coin purses.

There was a small gathering around the stand, but Lark didn't mind waiting. She stood at the back, watching the bread as it came and went. She found herself salivating a little bit at the thought of sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of a sweet roll.

While the crowd around the goodies slowly dispersed, Lark found herself stepping forward, only to have one of her bare feet accidentally land on a patron's shoe. With a look of disgust, the stranger shoved Lark away harshly before she could form an apology, effectively knocking her down and letting the coins loose amoungst the dirt of the ground. She tried to pick up her money, but was too slow as a small pack of children snatched up the shiny bits.

Feeling defeated, Lark crawled away, hiding herself in a secluded corner of the street and making herself look as small as possible.

She would just have to try...again.

Looking for any interest -Always Open-

I might be interested in plotting something with you. PM me?

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I'm Azseth. I'm looking to RP. 18+ high cas/adv

Hey, I read it. Let's do this shiz, homedog.

One quick question, the asterisked part. Does that mean that you'd still be able to do the roleplay in a PM or will I have to post DIRECTLY into the thread? It doesn't bother me either way, I'm just looking for clarification.

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do you do f x f at all?

@shagranoz

I do not, apologies.