suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
“We’ll see!” Is Caly’s last quip before the door slinks shut behind them and they’re off on their adventure into Haulani. The glass merchant goes smoothly, which seems to be precisely where their luck ends. The fabric shop is one that Caly adores being in regardless, though, running her fingers along the smooth and scratchy fabric, inhaling the scent of linen and cotton blends with the undercurrent of the leather and other patterns that Nova’s picked.
It’s about when she spots that beautiful galaxy print, velvet and everything that Caly thinks her and her siblings would love. Gushing over it quietly, her sharp gaze takes in the man as he approaches, right about the time that Caly’s made it to the edge of the counter. Her smile is sunny and feline, sharp and cunning as the merchant takes note of the way her and her sister had been eyeing it.
Her amber gaze flits to the man before drifting back to the woman. “The Silk Houses are gonna have to wait. It’s perfect for the Hanged Man.” She hums, glancing back to the man with an innocent gleam to her gaze. “Maybe y’can find somethin’ like it in your neck of the woods?” Aka, not here in Torchline, because this one’s hers.
“We’ve got coin ’n since we’re the new owners of the Hanged Man, it’ll definitely catch eyes. Nothin’ better than bein’ able to tell all our customers where we got our interior, huh?” A scratching of backs in the business. Besides, what good would the Silk Houses be for those here in Torchline? Caly can at least assure that there’ll be a few people stunned by it that she can flit by and tell them exactly who sold it to them and probably increase her own business in the process.
Caly suggests a mix of coin and business buddies (she gives them the fabric and they'll promote her business when people ask about the interior!)
It’s about when she spots that beautiful galaxy print, velvet and everything that Caly thinks her and her siblings would love. Gushing over it quietly, her sharp gaze takes in the man as he approaches, right about the time that Caly’s made it to the edge of the counter. Her smile is sunny and feline, sharp and cunning as the merchant takes note of the way her and her sister had been eyeing it.
Her amber gaze flits to the man before drifting back to the woman. “The Silk Houses are gonna have to wait. It’s perfect for the Hanged Man.” She hums, glancing back to the man with an innocent gleam to her gaze. “Maybe y’can find somethin’ like it in your neck of the woods?” Aka, not here in Torchline, because this one’s hers.
“We’ve got coin ’n since we’re the new owners of the Hanged Man, it’ll definitely catch eyes. Nothin’ better than bein’ able to tell all our customers where we got our interior, huh?” A scratching of backs in the business. Besides, what good would the Silk Houses be for those here in Torchline? Caly can at least assure that there’ll be a few people stunned by it that she can flit by and tell them exactly who sold it to them and probably increase her own business in the process.
Caly suggests a mix of coin and business buddies (she gives them the fabric and they'll promote her business when people ask about the interior!)
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
