Where: The Merchant's Ring
When: 20th of Summer, 511 AV
Who: Irriari, please!
Sahiri loved shopping.
Absolutely loved it.
It had taken a bit of time getting used to, but her bondmate liked seeing her in different garments, and she found that people got bored with seeing her in the same thing all the time. Besides, it gave her a routine, a chance to scout things out and be eyes and ears without necessarily sticking out more than necessary. She could hear the gossip and bring it back to Murmur, who could decide what was useful and what wasn't, and use it as he saw fit. But for all that they spent plenty of time together, there were times when she wasn't useful to him, and that gave her time to explore Ravok.
And shop.
That was what she was doing today - being bonded to a member of the Ebonstryfe saved her being snatched up and carted off to the slave pens, which had almost, almost been her fate - shopping. She was becoming a frequent visitor to Maven's Thread, always on the hunt for something new. She was going there now, her long, dark hair hanging loosely down her back, though the movement sometimes revealed a white ribbon tied into it, her hair fluffed out a bit from the moisture in the summertime air. Being of a feline nature, she wasn't fully enamoured of water, unless she was taking a bath... but she was surrounded by it here in Ravok, and over the last season, she had endeavoured to get used to it. She wasn't -afraid- of water, per se, she just wasn't its biggest fan. Her skin shone, though, silky-soft as it was, contrasting with the little cotton black and crimson tiered cotton skirt that certainly didn't quite reach her knees, revealing a flash of her long legs that ended with the dainty little sandals on her feet that laced around her ankles. A sleeveless white shirt hung off of her shoulders, kept in place with a crimson ribbon at the neckline, or lack thereof, and a crimson silk sash was tied at her hip, the ends hanging down.
You never knew who was watching in Ravok.
With a long stride, the occasional skip in her step and with her hips swinging in a movement that just seemed -natural- to onlookers despite the innocent, almost naive expression she wore on her face, Sahiri sauntered into Maven's Thread. She called a greeting to the shopkeep, and made her way to the racks of cloth, her ears open for the sound of footsteps, of people following her. She preferred to browse first, to play with items, and then make all of her decisions in a bundle afterwards.
When: 20th of Summer, 511 AV
Who: Irriari, please!
Sahiri loved shopping.
Absolutely loved it.
It had taken a bit of time getting used to, but her bondmate liked seeing her in different garments, and she found that people got bored with seeing her in the same thing all the time. Besides, it gave her a routine, a chance to scout things out and be eyes and ears without necessarily sticking out more than necessary. She could hear the gossip and bring it back to Murmur, who could decide what was useful and what wasn't, and use it as he saw fit. But for all that they spent plenty of time together, there were times when she wasn't useful to him, and that gave her time to explore Ravok.
And shop.
That was what she was doing today - being bonded to a member of the Ebonstryfe saved her being snatched up and carted off to the slave pens, which had almost, almost been her fate - shopping. She was becoming a frequent visitor to Maven's Thread, always on the hunt for something new. She was going there now, her long, dark hair hanging loosely down her back, though the movement sometimes revealed a white ribbon tied into it, her hair fluffed out a bit from the moisture in the summertime air. Being of a feline nature, she wasn't fully enamoured of water, unless she was taking a bath... but she was surrounded by it here in Ravok, and over the last season, she had endeavoured to get used to it. She wasn't -afraid- of water, per se, she just wasn't its biggest fan. Her skin shone, though, silky-soft as it was, contrasting with the little cotton black and crimson tiered cotton skirt that certainly didn't quite reach her knees, revealing a flash of her long legs that ended with the dainty little sandals on her feet that laced around her ankles. A sleeveless white shirt hung off of her shoulders, kept in place with a crimson ribbon at the neckline, or lack thereof, and a crimson silk sash was tied at her hip, the ends hanging down.
You never knew who was watching in Ravok.
With a long stride, the occasional skip in her step and with her hips swinging in a movement that just seemed -natural- to onlookers despite the innocent, almost naive expression she wore on her face, Sahiri sauntered into Maven's Thread. She called a greeting to the shopkeep, and made her way to the racks of cloth, her ears open for the sound of footsteps, of people following her. She preferred to browse first, to play with items, and then make all of her decisions in a bundle afterwards.