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is it just a me problem where you own all the art/office supplies in your house so you basically become the pencil cartel
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That's me. I also go by Anvil.
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"Argh, you careless beast..." Sephiroth brushed out the fire from the hem of his coat. "Try not to kill me, all right? I'm too busy to die just yet. He was a little exasperated, but he stroked the little creature's neck so he'd know that Sephiroth wasn't angry with him.
"Thank you, miss Anuriel, you're very kind." He replied to the cook, accepting the tome. He gave the still-awake dragons a pointed look.
"This is for you, you know. Try not to burn it either, hm? Besides, I can't replace it if you do." He told them. He wasn't sure if they understood him yet, but Kain had always told him that it was good to talk to hatchling dragons so they could get accustomed to hearing your voice.
He flipped through the ancient book just to get a feel for its contents. They appeared to be the stories of great dragon riders and their dragons, and the things they accomplished together.
"This will help me help you." He told them. He leaned over to look at the one that was sleeping on his foot.
"...That can't be comfortable." He commented.
Ariadel was on the spot. "Just Ari or Aria is fine. What's he done?" She asked, dragging Damien to his feet and over to a bed.
"Thank you, miss Anuriel, you're very kind." He replied to the cook, accepting the tome. He gave the still-awake dragons a pointed look.
"This is for you, you know. Try not to burn it either, hm? Besides, I can't replace it if you do." He told them. He wasn't sure if they understood him yet, but Kain had always told him that it was good to talk to hatchling dragons so they could get accustomed to hearing your voice.
He flipped through the ancient book just to get a feel for its contents. They appeared to be the stories of great dragon riders and their dragons, and the things they accomplished together.
"This will help me help you." He told them. He leaned over to look at the one that was sleeping on his foot.
"...That can't be comfortable." He commented.
Ariadel was on the spot. "Just Ari or Aria is fine. What's he done?" She asked, dragging Damien to his feet and over to a bed.
Whoops, didn't see the new page here nvm XDDD
@BlackRose24 You and me both, apparently xP
"Thank you, miss Anuriel, I'd appreciate that." He replied to her offer. He avoided answering her about the whole 'getting himself a wife' thing. He had more immediate problems to solve right now. Like getting this camp situated and secure.
"Right. Now, get outta here. I wasn't done sleeping yet. So try not to wake me up again. I might not be so accommodating next time." T'vor shooed him away. "Unless it's something very important." He amended.
When Damien left the tent, T'vor fell back into his cot with a sigh and attempted to fall asleep again.
"Right. Now, get outta here. I wasn't done sleeping yet. So try not to wake me up again. I might not be so accommodating next time." T'vor shooed him away. "Unless it's something very important." He amended.
When Damien left the tent, T'vor fell back into his cot with a sigh and attempted to fall asleep again.
Kain
"Very good then." He replied. "This way."
He strode off down the street, though not before the little dragon leapt onto his shoulder and sat himself down facing the opposite direction so he could see Amber.
"He was expecting you." Kain commented to her.
Romey
Glad for a chance to escape the fate of being forced into 'cleaning', I left my room the moment I smelled food.
"Thank you, Sasha." I told her quietly. Luke always seemed to make fun of her--and everyone else--whenever he could, so I always tried to make sure her efforts were appreciated, regardless. Though, I had never been the pickiest of eaters myself, so I suppose I didn't feel that there was as much to complain about, perhaps...
Ty
"I'm sure it will be just fine, as it usually is." I observed to Luke pointedly. Sure, Sasha had her bad days, but it wasn't all the time. Besides, she certainly didn't have to cook for us. He should be a little more grateful that she wasn't making him pay for his own food.
It was beautiful. The baker hadn't even noticed Sparhawk because Mira had immediately gotten his attention, and was laughing good-naturedly as he explained to her that flour was not made from flowers.
He casually walked behind the counter as though he were allowed to be behind there, the crouched down and neatly swiped the full money pouch that sat tucked away in the corner of the shelf in the back of the counter. From his pocket he grabbed a folded scrap of parchment, then stood up and tapped the baker's shoulder.
"You dropped this, sir." He interrupted, handing the folded scrap to the baker, who blinked and turned to look at him in confusion.
"Oh. Did I? How strange...Nevermind. Thank you, m'boy." He told Sparhawk, who then returned to the front side of the counter.
"It's my sister's birthday today," He told the baker, moving to stand beside Mira. "So I wanted to get her a pastry to celebrate."
"Ah, what timing! I just finished baking a batch of pastries!" The baker replied.
Already knowing how much the things costed, he dug into his own money pouch and handed over twelve silver coins.
"Ah, so you've been saving up then, eh? Doing a lot of hard work for the Gundersons?"
"Yes sir." Sparhawk nodded. Which was true, he often worked for the old farmers to get a bit of money.
"Good lad. I'll be right back with those pastries." He pocketed the change and walked to the back of the bakery right when another customer walked in. Sparhawk noted this with a feeling of victory. He hadn't seen the customer walk in, so if he noticed that his money was gone, he'd sooner blame the fully grown man that just walked in than two poor kids celebrating a little girl's birthday. This turn of events only made his plan get better and better.
Soon, the baker returned with two warm, sweet, sticky, delicious pastries. "Here you are! Two pastries, and happy birthday!"
"Thank you sir." Sparhawk smiled at the man, then shepherded Mira out the door. When they were out of earshot, he smirked devilishly at her. "Happy birthday, sister."
He planned to give her half the money he stole, but he didn't want to do it out in the open. So he held off on that until they were in a safer place to do that.
He casually walked behind the counter as though he were allowed to be behind there, the crouched down and neatly swiped the full money pouch that sat tucked away in the corner of the shelf in the back of the counter. From his pocket he grabbed a folded scrap of parchment, then stood up and tapped the baker's shoulder.
"You dropped this, sir." He interrupted, handing the folded scrap to the baker, who blinked and turned to look at him in confusion.
"Oh. Did I? How strange...Nevermind. Thank you, m'boy." He told Sparhawk, who then returned to the front side of the counter.
"It's my sister's birthday today," He told the baker, moving to stand beside Mira. "So I wanted to get her a pastry to celebrate."
"Ah, what timing! I just finished baking a batch of pastries!" The baker replied.
Already knowing how much the things costed, he dug into his own money pouch and handed over twelve silver coins.
"Ah, so you've been saving up then, eh? Doing a lot of hard work for the Gundersons?"
"Yes sir." Sparhawk nodded. Which was true, he often worked for the old farmers to get a bit of money.
"Good lad. I'll be right back with those pastries." He pocketed the change and walked to the back of the bakery right when another customer walked in. Sparhawk noted this with a feeling of victory. He hadn't seen the customer walk in, so if he noticed that his money was gone, he'd sooner blame the fully grown man that just walked in than two poor kids celebrating a little girl's birthday. This turn of events only made his plan get better and better.
Soon, the baker returned with two warm, sweet, sticky, delicious pastries. "Here you are! Two pastries, and happy birthday!"
"Thank you sir." Sparhawk smiled at the man, then shepherded Mira out the door. When they were out of earshot, he smirked devilishly at her. "Happy birthday, sister."
He planned to give her half the money he stole, but he didn't want to do it out in the open. So he held off on that until they were in a safer place to do that.
Sparhawk led her down to one of the main town squares, his personal favorite place to 'shop' when he needed to stock up on supplies. In the square was also a bakery, where he usually got his bread, but where he also knew that pastries were sold. The baker was a dumb oaf. He'd stolen many times from the man and had never once been caught. So he was actually on neutral terms with him. Before they went in, however, Sparhawk pulled Mira aside and spoke to her in a low voice.
"Okay, so, if my plan is going to work, I need you to put on an act. You gotta be as nice and sweet as those pastries in there. Don't let him think you're anyone but a cute little sister. And you're gonna have to be real conversational with him. Think you can manage that?" He asked.
"Okay, so, if my plan is going to work, I need you to put on an act. You gotta be as nice and sweet as those pastries in there. Don't let him think you're anyone but a cute little sister. And you're gonna have to be real conversational with him. Think you can manage that?" He asked.
"You'll see." Sparhawk told her, shutting the window behind her.
"I'm thinking a nice pastry, I haven't had one in months." Bread was all well and good, but there was nothing quite like a sweet roll dripping in icing and still warm from the oven. Just thinking about it made him grin in anticipation. Also the skinny little girl with him sure looked like she needed something really nice to eat. She couldn't live off apples forever.
"Ever had one before? Usually only rich people can afford them, but I've been saving this," he jingled his money pouch, "for a day like this."
"I'd usually just steal some, but I have a better idea." He told her.
Because in truth, he loathed to part with the precious little round coins, so he had a plan to get his money's worth back after paying for the treats, and he might even be able to make some more in the process. And Mira could help with that.
If it worked, he decided to split whatever amount they got from it with her. So she wouldn't have to keep eating apples.
"I'm thinking a nice pastry, I haven't had one in months." Bread was all well and good, but there was nothing quite like a sweet roll dripping in icing and still warm from the oven. Just thinking about it made him grin in anticipation. Also the skinny little girl with him sure looked like she needed something really nice to eat. She couldn't live off apples forever.
"Ever had one before? Usually only rich people can afford them, but I've been saving this," he jingled his money pouch, "for a day like this."
"I'd usually just steal some, but I have a better idea." He told her.
Because in truth, he loathed to part with the precious little round coins, so he had a plan to get his money's worth back after paying for the treats, and he might even be able to make some more in the process. And Mira could help with that.
If it worked, he decided to split whatever amount they got from it with her. So she wouldn't have to keep eating apples.
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