Sand Wraith
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It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
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Post by Sand Wraith on Jun 7, 2016 13:47:00 GMT -5
@tea
Erylie stood quietly at her counter, weaving together a dreamcatcher with a grape vine hold and bone bits beaded into the string. The very tall man walking into her shop; however, had caught her attention. He was a little harder to see given the small tree littered with her creations in the middle of the room, yet she greeted him nonetheless.
"Hello," she chipped a bit distracted with the memory of the last time a tall, blonde stranger came into her shop, and how she would rather not have a repeat of those days events. The wraith was not overly concerned with this stranger, as he seemed more intent at gawking at the items rather than drawing any sort of weapon. Still there was a stranger in her shop so dangerous or not they would have her attention.
The horned woman hopped on top of her counter, this man was very tall and she was very not tall and being a little more tall helped to calm her nerves. "So the uh prices are marked on the pieces, and corn is not viable currency."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 7:46:15 GMT -5
A typical maintenance call for this edifice was in order. He had his clipboard and pen ready, and was already prepping for the conversation. He had not yet met this particular cultist and that always caused him a slight bit of stress. Generally reactions towards him were harmless, but he never knew when he was going to get a negative wave of energy shoved at him.
Stepping in, he had to duck under the doorway. It was just low enough he almost hit his head entering. Once inside, he couldn't help but stare at everything there. Such odd . . . things. Trinkets. Goods. Odd, but . . . alive almost. He could almost feel the time and energy put into them.
The magic.
He was impressed. That he could feel anything off objects spoke volumes of the augmentations. Clearing his throat, he suppressed a chuckle at the last statement. "That happen often?" he asked before properly introducing himself. "I'm Tea. I'm here to see how the shop is running and if you have any concerns about the building and its maintenance."
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Sand Wraith
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It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
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Post by Sand Wraith on Jun 13, 2016 15:06:29 GMT -5
The woman shrugged pulling one leg underneath herself, "It happens more often than one might think." Well technically it had only happened once, but since you wouldn't expect someone to come in and pay in corn, so her statement had yet to be proven false. She went to remove her hood as it was a cultist in her shop, but also realised that she wasn't wearing it to begin with. Oops.
"My name is Erylie. Um. It's running as well as can be expected I guess. There's a leak in the back, where I live, but it's above Isirmak's tank so um..." She trailed off feeling the snake shift in her hood when it heard it's name. "So I don't know about anyone coming in and fixing that.." The wraith cut herself off scratching the base of her neck, knowing she was talking too much. She busied herself again by continuing to net her dream catcher.
Erylie needed something to occupy her hands, and weaving was easy so she didn't need to look at it. Though she did need to make sure that this Tea didn't smack his head into any of the stained glass hanging from the ceiling, it would make a terrible mess and probably hurt the very tall man.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 10:44:41 GMT -5
"Isrimak? Is that a pet?" Tea was curious what kind of pet. Ducking at the hanging ornaments, he almost resorted to crawling on his knees. He didn't want to hit anything or cause any damage. While damage would give him job security, these things looked valuable. Irreplaceable even. "Is the leak detrimental to his health?" He could attempt to fix it if she would allow him. "Can't imagine any animal wanting something dripping on them daily unless it's an amphibian."
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Sand Wraith
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It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
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Post by Sand Wraith on Jun 14, 2016 11:28:37 GMT -5
Erylie shifted a bit pulling her other leg under her and moved to sit crisscross. "Ahh, yeah... Something like that. She's more of a umm familiar.." She got quieter as she spoke Not entirely sure if she was even supposed to have something that was bound to her entirely. And while yes, other cultists did have such things, most of those other cultists were also higher ups.
"As for the leak, kinda? She definitely hates it, straight on refuses to go into her tank at this point. She's mostly been hanging out in my hood since it started." Laughing nervously and motioning to her oversized hood, hopefully Tea wasn't scared of snakes even though the woman was fairly certain that she never explicitly told him what Isirmak was a snake. The wraith fumbled with the netting of the dream catcher a little more before remembering her manners.
"Oh uh, do you want like some Tea or coffee or anything?" Erylie questioned catching her pun after a second and lightly laughing to herself. "I have mostly mint tea, I also have cactus juice if that catches your fancy but most people don't like the taste." Once again she was rambling, nervousness and ADHD didn't mix very well.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 13:47:01 GMT -5
"I'll see if I can fix the leak for you. Get Isrimak her space set back up." Tea didn't question what Isrimak was. It seemed fairly commonplace for cultists to have pets or familiars. No animal of any sort should have an uncomfortable environment, he believed. "I've never had cactus juice. Describe the flavor?" he asked as he started towards the direction Erylie had insinuated the leak was in. "And if you don't mind me asking, what are you exactly that won you a familiar?" She wasn't human, that much he knew. It was rare to find a human in the cult.
And he couldn't help but be curious himself.
Scratching at the black marks on his neck, he kept ducking and dodging as much as he was able. He only got smacked in the eye by a trinket once, and it didn't fall much to his relief.
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Sand Wraith
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It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
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Post by Sand Wraith on Jun 15, 2016 13:37:29 GMT -5
She got off of the counter setting down the dreamcatcher. She told Tea about the plant like and earthy flavor that the juice had, as she led him through the backroom which she considered her living space. Trying her best to hold the curtain leading into her room open for the taller cultist, finding herself a little distracted by the markings on Tea.
"That is a good question, I'm not really sure either, but I am mostly certain that I'm probably the last. I haven't seen anyone else like me after uh some shit..." The last words were staggered and left in a whisper as she touched the scar over her most vivid reminder that took the shape of a sightless and dead eye. Moving pasts the past and around Tea she stood to just right of the door where a very large glass tank sat, it was easily as tall as Erylie and twice as long.
"The leak is back there kinda in the back left." The wraith pointed to the spot, getting on her tiptoes and leaning against the glass to give him more accurate location. The leaning mainly just helped her keep from falling into anything or anyone, because of her poor depth perception.
"I've had Isirmak for a very long time, she was a pet before... And then an hourglass turned her into my familiar." Giving him the short version of the story, not entirely feeling up to telling a stranger her entire life story even if she had gotten more comfortable.
"What are those marks on your neck?" She blurted out not quite having to self control needed to not ask about them. They kinda looked cool, but she couldn't imagine anyone having tattoos in such a messy pattern.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 7:37:30 GMT -5
Tea followed, ducking accordingly. He liked the sound of cactus juice. Perhaps it was like some form of green tea. He listened to her speak, understanding her apprehension. He also didn't have much of a desire to tell exactly how he had come to be in the cult let alone how he had ended up . . . like this. He had no better way to describe really.
He knelt down to lean closer to where Erylie pointed out the leak. Loose pipe, were the words that sprang to his mind. He could tighten it for a time, but would need to come back and apply some adhesive. Or get a newer and better pipe. He hummed in thought of the best way to solve this.
And was promptly taken aback by the question. He made an unsure sound, mouth opening slightly before he cleared his throat and closed it. "They're um," so much for not delving into his own past, ". . . scars. They're scars." He not so subtly pointed to the brand on his neck, the remaining sign of his time with the Puppeteers. Well . . . one of the many remaining visible signs.
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Sand Wraith
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It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
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Post by Sand Wraith on Jun 16, 2016 18:16:22 GMT -5
Erylie scratched her neck, whoops. "Oh, sorry about that..." She stepped back a bit, finally noticing how messy her room was. Well it wasn't that terrible just a few clothes lying around but there sand was everywhere.
Colorful sands used for stained glass were scattered around the baskets they were supposed to be in, regular sand used to line the snake's cage and to polish rocks clung to the crevices in the floor and tucked itself into the angles of the furniture. The black sand was probably the worst though, it was everywhere! All around her living space and even a bit in the shop. This sand had more magical properties and it was comforting to know that if anyone broke into her shop her sand would be there for her to use. The dark sand did have less favorable qualities: radiating heat enough to start burning clothes if you had too much piled on you, and for any other than Erylie coming into contact with it feeling like thousands of tiny shards worming their way into your skin. But as weapons go it wasn't really that destructive unless she wanted it to be. She could take care of the sand later though, Tea had shoes and it didn't look like any of his clothes were starting to burn away yet so it was fine.
"I'm going to grab myself something to drink, did you want something?" She offered something to drink once more, hoping to get rid of the accidentally tense air.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 15:37:29 GMT -5
"Don't be sorry. And I'll take some cactus juice, thank you." He leaned forward and started tightening the loose pipe. His feet dragged over the sandy floor and he finally noted just how much sand was present in the room. He hummed. This was interesting. Why would so much sand be in a non-beach or desert area unless it was used for something? "Is there a purpose to all the sand?" he asked aloud. He couldn't say he was a fan of sand, but he was sure someone loved it somewhere in the world.
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Sand Wraith
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It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
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Post by Sand Wraith on Jul 11, 2016 17:10:28 GMT -5
She left to go grab two glasses of the juice from her fridge in the next room, coming back maybe a minute later and holding out a glass for the taller cultist. "Oh, sorry I forget to clean up sometimes." A small nervous smiled made it's way on her face as her accent thickened, only making her embarrassment flare. "But I use it, all the glass in this building was made from sand by me." She stated quickly taking a sip from her glass and wiping the leftover juice off her face with the back of her arm.
"Let me clean the place up a bit.." She set her cup down on her nearby nightstand and picked her staff off the wall. The free hand moved in a fluid motion, focusing on getting her black sand back into her staff first. Erylie did her best to go around Tea managing to only have maybe a handful brush his body, hopefully not hard enough to cut him. With the most dangerous sand taken care of the other sand was easy enough to put away.
"I don't think you've been kneeling my my sand long enough for it to start burning your clothes, but I would check before you leave." Picking her glass back up and taking a long drink. "If your clothes have been damaged you can grab something from the shop for compensation and I can sew them up for you as well."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 9:50:07 GMT -5
Tea smiled and watched her work out of the corner of his eye. "That's kind of you, but unnecessary. I appreciate it though." Picking up the glass, he took a tentative sip of the juice and immediately felt his throat threatening to close at anything other than tea. He managed to swallow anyway. Moving his tongue around, he took another sip. He hummed. "It's not bad." He might even like it.
His stomach growled loudly, and he almost pat it out of reflex. He only just stopped, afraid he might offend her.
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Sand Wraith
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It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
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Post by Sand Wraith on Aug 4, 2016 3:14:20 GMT -5
Erylie laughed lightly to herself, and smiled at Tea; however, the smile quickly turned nervous as Isirmak crawled out of her hood and around her neck and shoulders. Jealousy seemed to be the only emotion the snake felt when there was anyone over.
The wraith looked at the snake and said something in arabic to it. The snake seemed to perk up afterwards, yet still showed no interest in the tall blonde man other than to stare angrily at him. "She's happy to have her tank back, thank you." Erylie let loose a toothy grin at her snake, Isirmak was such a petty creature for something that was often referred to as a "coldblooded killer".
Remembering the stomach growl she finally thought to address it. "Perhaps some food instead? It's the least I could do." She decided to offer, figuring that was safe. Well maybe not from her lack of anything other than meat and fruit. She almost wished she could retract her offer at the lack of variety but it was too late now. If anything most people liked a good mango so it would be fine. Hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 16:41:04 GMT -5
"I'll bring some stronger adhesive over later and fix it permanently. It should be good until then though." He then shook his head at the offer. "Thank you again, but I don't eat actually. Just tea and," he held up the glass, "the occasional new juice." With a smile, he took another sip. His stomach didn't seem to reject it this time, which he was grateful for. He didn't want to seem rude. "I do like it. Definitely reminds me of green tea." He eyed the snake around Erylie's neck and sent a wave of comfort towards it. Perhaps the snake would acknowledge that he was not a presence to be concerned over and cease to be so restless. "I'm happy to help. She's certainly a pretty snake."
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