zephyr
Aww, he really doesn't trust you, does he? "I'm wounded," you reply with affected injury, holding your hand up to your heart. Turned around you are now walking backwards; you know these docks well enough to navigate them with your eyes closed. "Far as I'm concerned we're even. An' even if we weren't- I never let petty squabbles get in th'way'a business." This, of course, is a lie. You fully intend to jack up the price Nate plays for his fancy little stone.
But let him believe what he will.
Turning back around you stop your tour at a modest looking stall. It's offering clay pots of fairly decent craftsmanship, and manned by a larger woman who greets you with a warm smile. "Auwe, Aunty, you look beautiful," you announce, leaning across the countertop to warmly kiss her cheek. "You met our director'a social affairs? He's in th' market for somethin' special."
The woman looks at Nate with a critical eye, then breaks into a grin. "Aye, an' what kinda think we lookin' for? A vase? Or a bowl? Maybe a full set'a tablewares?" Leaning on the side of the stall you wait and watch with an almost-smile, curious to see how Nate takes this detour.
But let him believe what he will.
Turning back around you stop your tour at a modest looking stall. It's offering clay pots of fairly decent craftsmanship, and manned by a larger woman who greets you with a warm smile. "Auwe, Aunty, you look beautiful," you announce, leaning across the countertop to warmly kiss her cheek. "You met our director'a social affairs? He's in th' market for somethin' special."
The woman looks at Nate with a critical eye, then breaks into a grin. "Aye, an' what kinda think we lookin' for? A vase? Or a bowl? Maybe a full set'a tablewares?" Leaning on the side of the stall you wait and watch with an almost-smile, curious to see how Nate takes this detour.
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
