Delphine
Delphine was... wandering, again. Though this time it was in more familiar territory. She had left her little gremlins in the cave with the bird as a sitter and had set out to trade what little skills she was aware she had, for things that might prove useful. She was already contemplating ideas to get herself a new dress, though ideas were just ideas until put to the test.
It'd really be easier to just sell her body or to steal, but she couldn't bring herself to do either of those things, some moral code she had. As she walked, she was allowing her gaze to wander, across vendors and traders, and other patrons mingling. She wasn't entirely sure what she was searching for... so she'd just keep searching until she found it.
If nothing came of it, at least she got a good walk in. Her thoughts turned to the fact she used to paint, before finding herself in Caido, and how that might be a way to barter and trade; though she'd need to figure out what she could use to make her paints... The canvas was easy, she knew how to skin small animals...
These thoughts had caused her to be absentminded enough to run right into someone, and she murmured a quiet, "My fault, sorry." Though it did not sound like she meant it, nor did it sound like she was actually there, her tone was absent as if she was far-away.
It'd really be easier to just sell her body or to steal, but she couldn't bring herself to do either of those things, some moral code she had. As she walked, she was allowing her gaze to wander, across vendors and traders, and other patrons mingling. She wasn't entirely sure what she was searching for... so she'd just keep searching until she found it.
If nothing came of it, at least she got a good walk in. Her thoughts turned to the fact she used to paint, before finding herself in Caido, and how that might be a way to barter and trade; though she'd need to figure out what she could use to make her paints... The canvas was easy, she knew how to skin small animals...
These thoughts had caused her to be absentminded enough to run right into someone, and she murmured a quiet, "My fault, sorry." Though it did not sound like she meant it, nor did it sound like she was actually there, her tone was absent as if she was far-away.
Let me make you smile, darling.
