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    Merchants, magics in rocks, oh my!; Patrick
    Topic Started: Sep 7 2011, 09:55 PM (418 Views)
    Ira
    Young mage with an affinity for animals

    (Okay uhm, if you can fill me in on currency since I've seen nothing about it, that would be great. I'll just put something random in for now and edit it later xD
    Oh and yes the title is meant to be retarded :D)

    This little port city was a place she had had yet to see, before today. Well, you couldn't call it little, of course. It was small compared to some places.
    She had to admit she preferred smaller places to larger anyway.
    Her clothes today were much more casual (concealing was the word in mind) than she normally wore. Golden brown pants and a blue shirt; one with angled sleeves that at the shortest stopped at her elbow and longest went a few inches down her arm. The fabric of both was light and loose, partially silk.
    Ira wore her weapons out, as usual, the belt and some of the hilts hidden under her shirt. The fabric on their hilts, especially the katana's red, went well with her clothes. Her left hand stayed on her sword to keep it still, as her right held close her satchel. Places like this always ran amuck with pickpockets and the like.

    Anywhere, really, was not safe.
    She let out a slow breath as she strolled along, looking at wares, listening the merchants try to lure and sell, and often succeeded.
    Of course, in a place like this most people knew what they wanted already. They were not new, fanciful or spendthrifts; they wanted their food or cloth or whatever.
    But she...she rarely spent her money. Caught and skinned her food, for the most part, repaired clothes and made moccasins when she needed them - like trips into towns or cities, like today. She was wearing a pair made out of deer skin and twine she had bought.

    A glint off to her left caught her green eyes and she glanced over. On a merchant's table was an array of rocks, semi-precious, and even some higher quality, precious gems. Many were catching the sun and giving off quite a bit of light, but the merchant had done his best to get a good amount of them out of the sun while still keeping them in sight.
    The man was simply standing behind his table, not even calling out. None of the other merchants paid him much mind, either, so she concluded he must be new here, and even new to being a merchant. He looked young as well, so that might explain it.
    She stepped over to survey what he had, and he smiled and spoke.
    "Anything you're looking for in particular, miss?"

    The young woman glanced up at him, shook her head. Slightly surprised at his use of the word 'miss', she went back to looking. Maybe he was older than he looked, because someone her age would not call her that. Unless she looked even younger than she was, which she'd never heard from anybody.
    But neither had she heard she looked older. She'd never gotten feedback like that, really.
    After another moment of looking at his wares she noticed there were a few select pieces of jewelry with gems on them, but she passed them over. She had no piercings to speak of, and didn't plan on getting any.

    Ira picked up a rock she thought was very plain at first. Turning it over, she saw a chunk of opalescent white, red, blue, purple...and when she looked closer the light brown was faintly veined with red and even golden hues.
    "What...? This is some weird hybrid, I-"
    Her fingers picked up a vibration, almost, like a hum. There was magic. In the rock.
    She glanced sharply up at the merchant.
    "What is this? Where did you get it?"
    He shook his head. "I found it, in a clearing by a stream when I was traveling on my way here. It was quite a while-"
    "It doesn't matter when. Could you not feel something is...alive in it?"

    She should have known better than to word it that way. He gave her a strange look and slowly shook his head.
    "It's magical, that's what I mean. Surely you know magic exists."
    It was a common thing as far as she knew. The knowledge of it, that is. Fortunately she was right, and he responded with a yes and looked relieved. She wasn't sure what he could have possibly thought she meant by "alive" other than magic.
    "Well...what was your price?"
    He shrugged. "Honestly, magic doesn't make a difference in my price. So, still fifty silvers."
    "Not too high of a price for such a pretty thing," she replied, smirking as she reached into her pants pocket to get the needed amount.
    "Ahhh, so you want it higher, correct?"

    His tone had been completely serious, so she glanced up quickly, but he was smiling. She set the stone down, took her coins out and started counting before she replied.
    "Nah, just forget that little thing I said."
    He grinned as she handed him the money, and she picked the super magical rock back up, chuckling at her own sarcasm.
    She nodded to him then.
    "Thanks for your business," he said, and she bid him good day in return.
    Turning, she started walking again, wondering if there could be anything as fascinating as a magical rock around here. A pretty magical rock, at that.
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    Patrick
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    ((Their currency is basically just gold and silver pieces. We don’t have specific currency at this time, as there is already plenty for new members to read. XD So you did just fine with that! No need to change.))

    Two days of freedom; two beautiful days in one of his favorite cities in the world. Patrick was on leave from his ship for two days, and he was free to do whatever he wanted. The Death Watch was docked in harbor unloading its current store of goods and waiting for their next shipment to arrive and load. The captain had given the entire crew two days of shore leave while their next load arrived and was stored safely aboard the ship. But Patrick wasn’t thinking very hard about his ship or the work that he’d have to do in two days’ time. He loved his ship and his life as a pirate, but he had grown up on land of wide open spaces, and it felt good to have his feet on solid ground once again…with two days wide open to him!

    He strolled freely through the marketplace in Reine, hands in his brown breeches and a carefree smile in his face as he whistled his way down the street. His hair had a certain windswept look commonly gained at sea, and his loose, green linen shirt accented the green of his lone eye. He wore a black patch over his right one, or rather the empty socket that used to hold his right eye. The sun was shining down on his face, tanning his already bronzed skin save for the scar that ran down the right side of his face. He cared little for his old wound and the scars it left behind; most of the time he didn’t even notice it, aside from his loss of depth perception, but he’d learned a lot about coping without that while living on a ship.

    So he had no problems weaving in and out of the busy streets of the city, not that they were quite as busy as the country’s capitol. He stopped at one stall and bought a chicken pasty that he could eat as he walked. Aboard his ship, there were times when they ate fish as their main source of meat for days on end. He didn’t mind fish, but he got so sick of it sometimes. When he was on land, it wasn’t sweets or ale that he craved, but real meat and fresh baked breads and vegetables. He ate half of the pasty before he’d even taken two steps away from the vendor. The rest he finished more slowly as he ambled down the street, taking his time and stopping here and there at random booths. He knew a few of the merchants by name, others only by what they sold, and still many others were completely new to him. He’d been to this city plenty of times in the course of his work as a sailor, yet he wouldn’t even begin to think that he knew all of her people or her secrets.

    Patrick kept moving down the street. After weeks aboard a small ship, walking through a market place felt like a good stretch to legs that had only so much space to move in. It was nice to be able to walk around wherever he pleased, to move about without crouching down or jumping over a sleeping body. And he did so with pleasure as his eye was caught by something glittering on a table near him. He thought at first that maybe it was metal, a sword or knife perhaps, and it was instantly drawn to it only to be slightly disappointed when he noticed that it wasn’t metal but rock. A vendor’s stall full of rocks and gems all lying out in the open air.

    “Shiny. But what’s their purpose?” He looked up at the merchant with a smile on his face, waiting for an answer, but almost at once he realized that he’d asked the wrong question. The man behind the table of rocks and gems was glaring at him, as if he’d insulted his entire trade, which in a way Patrick had without even meaning to. “I…uh, sorry! No offence meant. Like I said, shiny.” He gave a weak grin at the man before quickly stepping away, obviously hoping that his final words would be taken as a compliment. It’s just that he had never really seen any value it keeping pretty things like gems around if they don’t do anything else but sit there. A fine leather saddle could also look pretty and shiny, but at least that had a useful purpose as well. Glancing back over his shoulder at the merchant, who was still glaring at him as he walked away, Patrick gave another sheepish grin and turned quickly away, hoping to put as much distance between himself and the surly rock merchant. As he turned, he nearly ran into a woman in a blue shirt and gold pants, and the first thing that he noticed about her was that she also had a glittering rock in her hand. It so distracted him that he forgot to apologize for nearly bumping into her, which was very unlike him. It just shows how much he really doesn’t understand people’s fascination with pretty, though entirely useless, objects.

    “Oh, you bought one of the shiny stones. What are you going to do with it?” The words were out of his mouth before he realized he’d done it again; what if the woman simply wanted it because it looked pretty like the merchant did? Whatever her answer, Patrick hoped she wouldn’t be nearly as offended as the merchant had appeared to be.
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    Ira
    Young mage with an affinity for animals

    (Oh I just noticed something while reading your profile. Dawn was born on Patrick's 13th birthday, so I thought well she's nine, he should be 22. But he's 25 now. Just wondering if you simply haven't updated that yet?)

    Ira had just been about to put the little rock away, in a safe pocket, when she was bumped into from behind.
    She recognized the voice she'd faintly heard talking to the merchant barely seconds after she'd left, and turned around to match a face to it, taking a step back to both see better, and steady herself. Several inches taller than her, green eyes, brown hair. Green shirt, brown pants.
    She laughed, looking at his eye now, the one she could see.
    "Ah, you. This one was different from the other gems and rocks - that's why I bought it. As for what I'm going to do with it...well, I'll study it, of course. Try to find out what exactly is in it that drew me, that made it stand out."
    She bounced it lightly in her hand a few times, still smiling.

    "It's pretty plain, at first sight. But turn it over and you get this chunk of colour. And look closer, there are veins of colour too. The plainness of it was what drew me, and I'm sure that's why the merchant picked it up and decided to sell it. Then purposefully set it on it's plain side, waiting for the right person to be curious enough to turn it over."
    Realizing she was rambling, she muttered a 'sorry' without thinking. But why was she saying sorry? He asked a question, and was she not allowed to expand a little upon her answer? They weren't even out in the crowd, so they weren't blocking anyone, and the "ramble" had lasted less than a minute, so it couldn't really even be called that.
    She took a few steps to get further away from the crowded part of the street.
    "I think the point of that merchant's wares IS that the gems and rocks are pretty. It's not going to sell more than bare necessities, really, but many people find comfort in pretty things, and he's there to offer one form of it to them."
    Shrugging, smiling, she waited for his response.
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    ((Yeah, I recently updated his age, since I hadn’t done that in a very long time, and I must have missed updating hers as well. She was born when he was 13, so now she’d be 12.))

    His smile, which had faded when he’d asked her about the rock in the realization that it could be seen as a rude question, now left his face completely as the woman turned and laughed at him. What, precisely, was she laughing at? His question; the fact that he doesn’t understand some people’s fascination with useless objects; his scar and missing eye? Either way, from her response, he knew at least that she meant no offense at all towards him, so the smile wasn’t gone from his face for long; it rarely was.

    “Different than the others? It just looks like a plain old rock to me. And what do you mean, ‘study it?’ How are you going to do that and, not to be rude, by why, exactly?” His eye darted down to the rock in her hand as she began explaining what she liked about it, the plainness, the veins of color, unnoticed upon first glance. Sure, it was pretty he supposed, but that didn’t mean that it had a purpose or should be worth money. Maybe he’d never understand such a fascination.

    He hadn’t even noticed that she was rambling, nor did he hear her muttered apology over the other noises in the market; so fixated he was on the rock in her hand as he tried to understand. Patrick barely even noticed that she was stepping away from the crowd a bit, or that he was following. Maybe he’d finally get the answer he wanted.

    “Comfort in pretty things,” he repeated her words as he thought them over, a better explanation for this trade in rocks and gems than he’d heard in the past. He didn’t know how rocks themselves could be seen as comforting, but maybe it wasn’t all of them, just certain ones, like this one here with the hidden surprise of added color underneath the simplicity of it. It was intriguing, and he’d readily admit that, but still not worth it in his opinion to spend money on.

    “I suppose that makes sense in some situations, or at least for certain rocks or pretty shiny things, like yours there. But there are still those people who buy so many gems, fitting them in intricate necklaces, rings, bracelets, or other pieces of jewelry just to show that you have them. They are like magpies, hoarding shiny objects and showing them off to their friends. You don’t seem like one of those people, so I don’t mind saying that I find it a bit strange that those are the things that people use to show off their wealth, since they don’t seem to really have any other purpose.” He shrugged his shoulders, wondering if she had any way to explain this as well. He’d be more than willing to hear her reasoning if she had one, and part of him really hoped that she did have one. He didn’t expect to be engaged in such a conversation as this today, but he was already enjoying their talk very much, except for one thing, which he realized with a slight jolt.

    “I’m terribly sorry, how rude of me, but I haven’t even introduced myself, and here I am talking your ear off. I’m Patrick Koivu, sailor, traveller, horse breeder, and sometimes merchant, if I have anything from my ship to sell, which I don’t right now, so I’m not really a very good merchant half the time.” Now it was his turn to realize that he was rambling, and he cut himself off with a small chuckle, keeping his mouth shut until he’d given her a chance to reply for herself.
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    Ira
    Young mage with an affinity for animals

    Ira had looked at him before, but previously failed to notice that his eye was green as well. She noted it with a small smile, listening to him introduce himself. He hadn't extended his hand, or shown any other sort of greeting besides talking, so she did nothing either. She supposed it was more friendly that was, less formal.
    "It's fine. Iraeni Miyato; Ira for short. You may have heard the last name - I'm a noble, albeit a lone, wandering one now. Problems with the parents," she said with a shrug, not wanting to reveal too much.

    She remembered he'd asked a question about studying it, but it had been as she was about to talk, so she'd ignored it - and she contemplated returning to it, but it had been several minutes ago, and they had moved on and he had new questions, appropriately on the more recent topic.
    "I used to hoard plenty of pretty things, including gems. I don't now, since not only do I have little room, but I also don't really have much of a way of bringing money in. I suppose I was a bit spoiled until I...left."

    The young woman shrugged again, continuing after a slight pause.
    "It's a way of showing wealth. It's petty and silly, but certainly easier to show off to people than other things.You can't drag statues or fountain or expensive furniture around with you, now can you? Inserting expensive and rare gems into expensive pieces of jewelry is the easiest way to show that you have money. That you are...better than other people with less jewelry and gems and money. And clothes."
    She glanced down at herself at this, impulsively. Having kept much of her expensive clothing was something that hadn't gotten by her as seeming...silly. But the money it could get her if she was in a pinch, the feel of the material and just the beauty of the clothes was something she hadn't been willing to sacrifice.

    "That's the way many nobles think, in my experience," she finished, playing with the strange rock in her hands again.
    A small breeze pushed some strands of hair into her face and she brushed them aside, slightly irritated.
    "If only my hair behaved better, and was longer, I'd be able to get it up into a decent ponytail."
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    He cocked his head to the side slightly as he racked his brain for any previous mention of her last name, but he couldn’t find one up there so he merely shrugged with a look of unfamiliarity. It didn’t really surprise him, since he grew up in a small village where the only noble he knew of was his own lord. Since leaving home he’d spent the majority of his time at sea or searching for his sister, and names of nobles rarely come up in the types of conversations that he’d had. But he could completely understand having problems with your parents, and he nodded in understanding at that which had caused her to leave. “That’s why my sister left too; problems with the parents. I left home to try to find her.”

    She didn’t seem as though she wanted to give too many more details about why she’d left, so he simply left the conversation at that. She had transitioned to talking about why people hoarded shiny things now, and he was very interested to hear more about that as well, so he listened intently as she continued. “I suppose that makes sense to some extent, though I’ve never really had any wealth to show off so I don’t really understand why some people think it’s so important to be able to show it off. Like, if you are a noble of high standing, doesn’t everyone already know that you are going to have a lot of money? Why rub it in by showing it off like that?”

    He felt his shoulders shrug again and made a mental note to try to find some other gesture to show what he was thinking; he felt like he was shrugging a lot lately, and it wasn’t a gesture that really meant anything.

    “Besides, money doesn’t make you any better than anyone else.” His right hand went up unconsciously and brushed the patch that covered the place where his right eye used to be; a gift from a noble that thought he was much better than Patrick. He couldn’t help but disagree with said noble, especially after their little confrontation, but money and title told the world where the nobleman stood, and how far below him Patrick himself was. It wasn’t a fair system at all, and wrong most of the time since the few nobles he did know tended to be the cruelest and most selfish of people, yet it was the only system they had and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.
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    Ira
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    (POOP. It's been almost a month. Sorry D:)

    The young woman let him talk, saving her own replies until he was done. At the mention of a sister, she did not let her face change, but a spark of interest was definitely lit within her. She wanted to ask him about her.
    After a few moments, she noticed that he seemed to be repeating himself. No, that wasn't quite it. More like asking things she'd already answered. Besides, it wasn't like she had all the answers. She couldn't tell if he was really this naive, or just wanting a good debate. He was older than her - she could see that - after all...
    Regardless, it should be steered in a new direction.
    She looked to his hand as it went up and brushed the patch over his other eye...she wondered about that too. But it seemed a less likely topic of conversation than his sister, who he'd willingly mentioned already.
    "Perhaps an insecurity thing. After all, you didn't know my family's name, did you?"
    Not really a question, as he'd answered it non-verbally earlier.

    "But they think money does make them better, and they like rubbing it in other people's faces. Don't ask me why, because even after living with some of them, I still don't know," she continued, chuckling drily.
    She waited a moment, glancing around at the still busy dockside. The next questions she posed, she did as she also put the magical rock into her satchel.
    "So, you have a sister? I had a brother, too. I'm assuming by your words that you...haven't found her? Are you worried?"
    Ira looked at him, thoughts of Awo flashing through her head; his nearly-white blonde hair, hazel-brown eyes, tanned skin, the way he always listened, understood and gave good advice. Her eyes focusing back on Patrick, she wondered how long it had been since he'd seen her. Surely she wasn't...dead, too?
    Maybe she could help him find her...
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