"Charlie, was it?" The dark haired Ancient looked positively anticipatory as her greeting was returned with an enthusiasm that was downright gratifying. Some might say that the ruby-horned Ancient was petite, but Zef was absolutely one of those who would use the term 'fun-sized' and mean it.
And she made suggestions that Zef could get behind. Cozier and with drinks close to hand? This was definitely someone she needed to get to know better. Their priorities were nicely aligned!
Then the tasks were handed out and one dark brow arched elegantly. "Hmm. Not the kind of brazier I usually buy, but I'll do my best," she drawled, tapping her modest chest with a wink. "Sit tight, sugarplum." Her own exit was far less magical than Charlie's, but her interest was well and truly piqued and the chance to spend more time with the pint-sized firecracker was enough to keep Zef focused on the task at hand.
At least the smithy was warm, and Zef fluffed her coat (as well as what was underneath it) as she entered, leaning on the counter with a fine disregard for personal space as she combined flirting and intimidation to get a steep discount on one of the charcoal burners on display. Implications and innuendo and a promise to come back later with a bottle of something potent soon had her packing a sturdy little brazier decorated with a bit of scrollwork and polished to a bright, brassy shine under one muscular arm.
The smith even threw in a bag of charcoal, sweet lady that she was.
Zef saunters back in with a brazier and a bag of charcoal!
And she made suggestions that Zef could get behind. Cozier and with drinks close to hand? This was definitely someone she needed to get to know better. Their priorities were nicely aligned!
Then the tasks were handed out and one dark brow arched elegantly. "Hmm. Not the kind of brazier I usually buy, but I'll do my best," she drawled, tapping her modest chest with a wink. "Sit tight, sugarplum." Her own exit was far less magical than Charlie's, but her interest was well and truly piqued and the chance to spend more time with the pint-sized firecracker was enough to keep Zef focused on the task at hand.
At least the smithy was warm, and Zef fluffed her coat (as well as what was underneath it) as she entered, leaning on the counter with a fine disregard for personal space as she combined flirting and intimidation to get a steep discount on one of the charcoal burners on display. Implications and innuendo and a promise to come back later with a bottle of something potent soon had her packing a sturdy little brazier decorated with a bit of scrollwork and polished to a bright, brassy shine under one muscular arm.
The smith even threw in a bag of charcoal, sweet lady that she was.
Zef saunters back in with a brazier and a bag of charcoal!
