Brokkrid turned around and looked at where the "Hey Gorgeous!" came from. She didn't see anyone else in the immediate vicinity and thought herself rather a good catch, despite being single. She looked down a bit and saw the curvaceous owner of a set of eyes that spoke of a sea in storm. Brokkrid gave her best smile, flashing her pearly whites as she tilted her head, "I suppose I am good for that sort of thing." She admitted, though a post puller would probably do the woman better.
Brokkrid tested the sand with her boot, since it was closer to the shore it still had some give, rather than being the cement of the sand which was more established further into shore. "Free drinks are always appreciated, as is good company." She returned the wink, wondering who this woman was. Her sun-kissed skin spoke of either long walks on the beach or someone who worked outside. The free drinks spoke of money, or owning the inn in question, or perhaps both.
Brokkrid's emerald eyes sized up the other individual in a matter of moments, but then again, her appraising eye had been thrown off by the last few months' encounters. The rake that she had met in the maze coming to mind, and his relative slight build made her hesitate in her appraisal, maybe the woman was stronger than she let on.
Brokkrid looked up at the lamp, and the clasp that hung loosely around the collar of the torch, which let the chill wind coming from the ocean blast the lit flame. Brokkrid set down her pack, took out a pair of tongs and a small hammer and set about reworking the pin and clasp so that it was true, and then focused on the flame of the torch for a good half-minute, willing the flame to still and grow in intensity.
The flare in light illuminated the woman, who was wearing finer clothes than Brokkrid could afford with a year's worth of savings. Still, she did call Brokkrid gorgeous, might as well capitalize, "So, you said you wanted to buy me a drink? I don't even know your name though." She put away her tools, wiping her hand on an almost clean rag before extending her large hand in greeting, "Brokkrid," She said, "My friends call me Riddy."
Brokkrid tested the sand with her boot, since it was closer to the shore it still had some give, rather than being the cement of the sand which was more established further into shore. "Free drinks are always appreciated, as is good company." She returned the wink, wondering who this woman was. Her sun-kissed skin spoke of either long walks on the beach or someone who worked outside. The free drinks spoke of money, or owning the inn in question, or perhaps both.
Brokkrid's emerald eyes sized up the other individual in a matter of moments, but then again, her appraising eye had been thrown off by the last few months' encounters. The rake that she had met in the maze coming to mind, and his relative slight build made her hesitate in her appraisal, maybe the woman was stronger than she let on.
Brokkrid looked up at the lamp, and the clasp that hung loosely around the collar of the torch, which let the chill wind coming from the ocean blast the lit flame. Brokkrid set down her pack, took out a pair of tongs and a small hammer and set about reworking the pin and clasp so that it was true, and then focused on the flame of the torch for a good half-minute, willing the flame to still and grow in intensity.
The flare in light illuminated the woman, who was wearing finer clothes than Brokkrid could afford with a year's worth of savings. Still, she did call Brokkrid gorgeous, might as well capitalize, "So, you said you wanted to buy me a drink? I don't even know your name though." She put away her tools, wiping her hand on an almost clean rag before extending her large hand in greeting, "Brokkrid," She said, "My friends call me Riddy."
