menta
Peeping Tom
The Lighthearted One
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Post by menta on Oct 10, 2006 22:27:59 GMT -5
Brook foun herself currently out of the conversation, which ususally would have bothered her and she would have said soemthing to draw the attention back to her but right now she was happy just drawing. She began to draw the two men standing in front of her. Mmm...dark and good looking, the way she liked them. Once hse'd finished her rough outline she looked back up at then two smiths. She put hr sketchbook down momentarily.
"So are you two going to spend all day in this dirty place talking about people i don't know? 'Cause frankly, it's boring." Not that she was ever anything but frank. She gave them her sweetest smile and looked at them innocently.
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Foxy
Lost Tourist
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Post by Foxy on Oct 11, 2006 15:55:38 GMT -5
"Old thread fa... Master Norvan is still around Sir and just as..." Kenwyn unfolded his arms, turing his head toward the lady. He'd half forgotten Brook in the talk of his old Hall. "Some of us have to work." In that instance Kenwyn took in the room and his own apearance seeing them for the first time through Brook's eyes. He felt his neck and face burning red with the shame, before pride began to take over.
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menta
Peeping Tom
The Lighthearted One
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Post by menta on Oct 11, 2006 18:21:26 GMT -5
Brook blinked, she didn't usually get that reaction. "Ok." She said softly and picked up her sketchook again. She had a comission due next sevenday and she was still in the sketching phase. She glanced back up at Kenwyn, her eyes showing a flash of vulnerability. But it passed quickly. Well, she didn't mind a challenge. She raised an eyebrow quickly and brought her writing stick back to her pad and cotninued her sketch.
She spoke to G'del but still looked at her page. "You gonna work too?" She asked. She wouldn't mind if he had things to do either...she could just hang out there...she had no wehre else to be for a candlemark.
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brimstone81
Stalker of Bubbly Pies
The Sweetheart
I dream in high definition
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Post by brimstone81 on Oct 11, 2006 18:44:36 GMT -5
G'del shrugged his shoulders, with a look on his face that said, 'Eh,' from his lips, however, he said nothing for a few moments. He watched her sketch. She looked like she was going to be around anyways. He might work on a knife or something. But he wanted to wait until he talked to this smithy's master. "I'll wait until Mclen comes back," And more to himself than his dragon, It was Mclen, or Mclewen, or Mcwen. . . right? Ah, I won't use his name when I talk to him. 'Master' should suffice.
That might be wise, The dragon said lazily, drifting to slumber. You were never that good with names. You can blame your plunders on that. G'del was pretty well at getting names down, but perhaps right now he was too distracted to remember anything. He couldn't lie and risk being found out later.
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