Post by Laurnath on Nov 28, 2020 5:53:49 GMT 10
Meanwhile. Meanwhile to what, Verity wonders as she stalks through the Garden district - causing the crowd to disperse in front of her in her thigh high solid silver boots and brief Valerias pink robe. What would the rest of the world be doing, what would Threshold be like? Is someone taking care of Sully's grave?
She glances at a window and almost skids to a stop on the cobblestones, causing a small pile-up of confused people who were walking behind her for... uh, no good reason? Putting a gloved hand to the window as she spots a perfect gift in the window of the toy store as she darts inside with a faint smile.
The brightly lit store filled with painted wooden contraptions and creepy looking dead-eyed dolls had never interested her much before - even though she'd been in many times. After all, what do you really do with these things? However, the giant fluffy green dragon toy with it's iridescent Len-Like wings was just too perfect to ever pass up. Plucking it out of the window, she takes it to the counter. A very matronly shopkeeper looks down her glasses at Verity, half moons of glass, like she couldn't quite be bothered with the rest.
"Young lady, this is a very expensive toy. Do your parents know you're here?" The woman says, flicking over the tag. Several thousand.
"Old lady, my parents are long dead. Also I'll pay you a thousand extra for a white bow and a gift tag. Also what happened to the rest of your glasses?" Verity asks casually, simply. As always the truth is best said out loud and often. Thumping a bag of gold on the counter and pulling a pen from her mass of curly white-blonde hair. Plucking a tag from the counter shelf and writing in lovely calligraphy "Hey Idiotface".
"Miss Voclain!" a man exclaims as he emerges from the back of the store, covered in sawdust and paint. Kindly, silver haired and withered with age.
"Oh hello Mr Toys, long time no see, hey." she says giving a half wave and pointing at the dragon on the counter. "This is amazing, I love it. Your lady here was just saying I need my parents permission to buy it though. Bit of a shame."
Again the woman seems to have lost her power of speech, whether it being the acidic tongue of the tiny terror or the notion that she was actually Verity Voclain. She takes off her glasses and places them on the counter and walks slowly to the back, at some point beginning a slow muttering that sounds very much like 'I just don't know.' over and over.
"That's my sister Samantha, I think you broke her." He says delightedly, taking her payment and putting it in the counter safe and writing her out a very neatly penned but paint spotted receipt. "How wonderful, I'm glad you bought this. Tis one of a kind! A labour of love."
"Oh yes, most things are." Verity says knowingly and blows him an impromptu kiss, in good cheer from her impending mischief increase. Off to the couriers office she almost skips.
She glances at a window and almost skids to a stop on the cobblestones, causing a small pile-up of confused people who were walking behind her for... uh, no good reason? Putting a gloved hand to the window as she spots a perfect gift in the window of the toy store as she darts inside with a faint smile.
The brightly lit store filled with painted wooden contraptions and creepy looking dead-eyed dolls had never interested her much before - even though she'd been in many times. After all, what do you really do with these things? However, the giant fluffy green dragon toy with it's iridescent Len-Like wings was just too perfect to ever pass up. Plucking it out of the window, she takes it to the counter. A very matronly shopkeeper looks down her glasses at Verity, half moons of glass, like she couldn't quite be bothered with the rest.
"Young lady, this is a very expensive toy. Do your parents know you're here?" The woman says, flicking over the tag. Several thousand.
"Old lady, my parents are long dead. Also I'll pay you a thousand extra for a white bow and a gift tag. Also what happened to the rest of your glasses?" Verity asks casually, simply. As always the truth is best said out loud and often. Thumping a bag of gold on the counter and pulling a pen from her mass of curly white-blonde hair. Plucking a tag from the counter shelf and writing in lovely calligraphy "Hey Idiotface".
"Miss Voclain!" a man exclaims as he emerges from the back of the store, covered in sawdust and paint. Kindly, silver haired and withered with age.
"Oh hello Mr Toys, long time no see, hey." she says giving a half wave and pointing at the dragon on the counter. "This is amazing, I love it. Your lady here was just saying I need my parents permission to buy it though. Bit of a shame."
Again the woman seems to have lost her power of speech, whether it being the acidic tongue of the tiny terror or the notion that she was actually Verity Voclain. She takes off her glasses and places them on the counter and walks slowly to the back, at some point beginning a slow muttering that sounds very much like 'I just don't know.' over and over.
"That's my sister Samantha, I think you broke her." He says delightedly, taking her payment and putting it in the counter safe and writing her out a very neatly penned but paint spotted receipt. "How wonderful, I'm glad you bought this. Tis one of a kind! A labour of love."
"Oh yes, most things are." Verity says knowingly and blows him an impromptu kiss, in good cheer from her impending mischief increase. Off to the couriers office she almost skips.