The ear is the avenue to the heart.
Her eyes ran over the beautiful pieces of work. They may not be intended for bookmarks, yet Elizabeth often found that those were her favorite. The prices were indeed outrageous, but she let out a soft sigh of resignation rather than frustration. These types of people often responded to helpless damsels to take advantage of. She'd seen it too many times, which made it all the easier to settle her features into ones of disappointment. "Ah. But what a pity. I don't have that much." The weight of her purse wouldn't convince the man, but the sad pout of her lip might.
Elizabeth made it a point to never 'recognize' anyone in public, especially those who may have shared personal details with her. So when Maea looked her way, she was met with a polite but unaware look that would have suggested she didn't know the woman. To anyone else, it may seem like a cordial smile of two strangers, although the Ancient may notice the slight tilt of her lips that indicated more.
Shrugging her shoulders, she gave Maea some time to decide if she'd identify herself or remain 'anonymous,' choosing to cast her gaze towards the other stalls and stores. "But I think I saw some equally beautiful glassware down the street, and their prices were much more reasonable." She'd seen no such place, but the vendor didn't need to know that. He just needed to know she was willing to walk away. Even better was if she was taking other potential customers with her. Turning to Maea, she smiled. "I can show you where if you'd like?" If this man was a smart businessman (or smart, period), he'd reconsider his prices to make the sale, not that she particularly cared either way.
Elizabeth made it a point to never 'recognize' anyone in public, especially those who may have shared personal details with her. So when Maea looked her way, she was met with a polite but unaware look that would have suggested she didn't know the woman. To anyone else, it may seem like a cordial smile of two strangers, although the Ancient may notice the slight tilt of her lips that indicated more.
Shrugging her shoulders, she gave Maea some time to decide if she'd identify herself or remain 'anonymous,' choosing to cast her gaze towards the other stalls and stores. "But I think I saw some equally beautiful glassware down the street, and their prices were much more reasonable." She'd seen no such place, but the vendor didn't need to know that. He just needed to know she was willing to walk away. Even better was if she was taking other potential customers with her. Turning to Maea, she smiled. "I can show you where if you'd like?" If this man was a smart businessman (or smart, period), he'd reconsider his prices to make the sale, not that she particularly cared either way.
Elizabeth
