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 Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 7:04 pm
Sal was on a mission...and for some reason that meant he was more prone to getting very, very lost. Moreso than usual, really. The Sage scoured the whole of the Lost Clans only to end up at Amityville's crushed gates, which was probably more baffling to him than anyone else, and the trip back had cost him a good chunk of the morning to correct, even on horseback.
It was early afternoon by the time he found his way to a series of tents that looked familiar in the right sort of way, and another hour after that until he honed in on the one he was looking for; a well decorated tent with a family name proudly displayed on its surface. It was a place he had been before, but like this time it had been mostly on accident; this time, despite the obnoxious detour, it was with a great purpose.
He had a promise to make good on.
Sal was about to enter the tent when a thought occurred to him, enough to make him take a step or two back and sideways to stand in front of and stare at the family name on the side of the tent. He wasn't all that great at reading Conquest's script...was this the right tent?
"Hmm." He hummed out loud, the various trinkets in his hair clinking as he tilted his head, stroking his pale chin with long fingers, and pondering over whether or not he was looking at the right tent.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 7:09 pm
Ying walked out of the tent.
O u O
Ying walked back into the tent.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 7:25 pm
Unfortunately for Ying, she was busted. However the Sage stood where he was, staying in the same position he had been, except this time his red eyes were drawn to the side, peering out of the corner of them at the space the lovely mare disappeared to. Now that was an odd reaction! Perhaps she wasn't keen on seeing an old Famine Horseman? Business called her back inside? Or, perhaps...she was still embarrassed about that wet shirt thing...
"Perhaps I have the wrong tent." He said, purposely raising his voice in hopes the Horsewoman could still hear him. With a turn on his bone heel he moved away from the tent, but he really only ducked into the shade on the one side as quietly as he could, wondering if perhaps he could wait her out and catch her on her next attempted exit.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 7:29 pm
Unfortunately for Salbei, tent flaps were not soundproof. She could hear his (unfortunately) sultry voice calling out that he probably had the wrong tent. Oh! Yes! That must've been it. He'd gone seeking the beautiful mare that made food and wore eyeliner (as per Lan's description) and had accidentally found her instead.
It was a simple mistake, and one that was easily fixed. "Y-You probably do!" she called from the inside of the tent, where she had currently thrown herself under a blanket in embarrassment. "I-In fact there's nobody here right now except me, so..."
She looked to her closet and vaguely wondered if she should put something prettier on. "If you need directions I will help you, Mr. Salbei it is no problem! I know it is very easy to get lost in the Conquest area, I have done it many times myself!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 7:59 pm
Well, it wasn't what he had hoped for, but it was better in a weird way. The voice - obviously Ying's, he may always get lost but he knew voices and faces - claimed that he was right, and that nobody else was there. Well, that was adorable. Clearly it meant she was still embarrassed about that white shirt thing...
"Well, Me~" He grinned, staying where he was in the shadow of the tent. "I'd appreciate your help." For a moment he paused, pondering how to start this. "I'm looking for a Mare, you see. She's a sweet little creature, somewhat on the short side, dark hair, lovely blue-green eyes~ Has little horns, pointed ears..." He trailed off with a hum.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 9:11 pm
Ying pulled the blanket over her friend tighter. Oh. So he was look for another woman. That was ... disheartening.
But! She would never be rude of discourteous to anyone, especially not Salbei. "I see ... maybe I could help you find her! What do her horns look like? Are her ears long? Short? Could you maybe be more specific- i-if that's not too much to ask!- about her hair? Many Conquest horsemen have dark hair after all ..."
Oh Ying. You will be crushed. Crushed into tiny little bite size pieces.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:48 pm
"Hmm. Her horns are a little short and they point forwards, if that helps. Her ears are adorably longer than average." The Sage gave a hum, tapping his lips with the very tips of his thin fingers. "Perhaps it might be best to describe her another way." He counted to ten in his head in order to pretend he was thinking hard about this.
"She is an Artisan, and her work is well sought after." His hand moved, counting the items on his fingers though she probably couldn't see it. "After all, she is a talented seamstress." A low chuckle escaped him, still finding some fun in this horrid little game of his. "I know she works with her brother, but I can't say I ever met him." He trailed off for another moment, the trinkets in his hair clinking as he lowered his head to look at his bone toes.
"I would like to find her. I owe her a day of my time, you see. From a promise I made to her a while back during an auction at Amityville."
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:09 pm
Ying was never going to figure you out Salbei just give up.
"Hm ... I cannot say that I know of other artisans, save for Miss Lifen. She does not possess horns though ..." Ying mumbled, putting a hand to her chin.
It was one thing to lose Salbei to a beautiful woman, but to lose a customer to another artisan? Never! "Maybe I could-" She was cut off by Salbei explaining that he owed the woman his time. Oh, so it was a promise. She couldn't break a promise! "I think ... I am no use to you, Mr. Salbei. I do not know anyone the way you describe ..." She pulled the blankets a bit tighter over her head. "I am sorry I am of no use!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:04 pm
"No, I'm not looking for Miss Lifen." Sal had to sigh; he'd done everything but give her a name, and she still hadn't connected the dots. Silly little Mare, being a...well, silly little mare. "Too bad, I was looking forward to spending the day with this talented young Lady." He lamented, shrugging. "Well, me, if you ever find a Mare by the name of Ying, please let her know I'm looking for her."
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:10 pm
Ying could hear the disappointment in his voice. Oh no. Oh no no no. She'd failed him and now he was upset with her. She should have just told him she didn't know from the beginning! This whole disaster would have been avoided. Now he would never like her and the whole world was coming to an end and-
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"ME!" From inside the tent you could hear a clattering of metal as she tripped over their humble set of dishes, pots and pans included. "Ow ow ow," she mumbled, holding her foot and whining softly to herself.
When she finally emerged from the tent, her hair was a mess and her outfit was- thankfully- still in one piece. "You are looking for me!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:20 pm
Ying came tumbling out of her tent, and Sal calmly turned to look at her.Sal lowered his slowly clapping hands, eventually letting them disappear into the folds of his robes. "Why yes, yes I am. Hello Ying...are you free today?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:25 pm
"Free? I-I do not cost- that is ..."
She took a second and bit her knuckle. "Free for ... what exactly, Mr. Salbei?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:33 pm
"Well, that depends...if you do not have any prior plans...what would you like to do with me?" He offered innocently, smiling as soft as ever. "I did promise you a whole day, if memory serves."
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:36 pm
Ying's face went bright red. Was he implying ...?
NO.
NO SALBEI-SENPAI WOULD NEVER BE SO CRASS.
"I BELIEVE- I believe it was f-f-for trying on clothes! You have a wonderful frame for hanging cloth off of you see ... being so skinny ..." Was she staring? Oh Jack she was staring! "M-Maybe you could come inside?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:48 pm
"Odd, the problem child's friend claims I have no frame, just a pile of sentient laundry." He chuckled, but nodded to her suggestion anyway. "You would know best, of course. I will trust your judgement...and yes, I would love to, thank you." Now invited, he moved around her to take a step into her tent, which was something he had done only once before, and that was on a sort of business.
"I will admit I have never done this before, so please feel free to tell me what to do."
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