Iramaat is positively delighted to be in a new place and seeing new people and new sights. Well, relatively new. She was here in a dream a while back - still, not the point. The point is that the hustle and bustle is something that the faun lives for and she can be found poking her nose into just about everything and anything in the marketplace, chatting up merchants and asking questions with a broad smile on her face.
She's even haggling. She's talking to a merchant, apparently trying to purchase a suit of plates - some sort of chitinous armor-like material, probably harvested from underground insects. It sparkles with a natural iridescence and Iramaat has taken a shine (ha) to it. She's deep in conversation and then half-turns to drag whichever poor mirrorbound is passing her into the conversation.
"Look, you tell him - that simply can't be worth as much as he's asking. Give me an outside opinion. A handful of cunes is the best I can do!"
b. Matching Pairs
The celebration seems to give Iramaat life. She's energized by the whole affair, especially by the brightening of the algae and crystals and the promise of a good party. Look, she's a faun - she appreciates drink, food, and a wild, uninhibited good time. Although... there are people talking about bonds, which sours her a little. That doesn't entirely destroy her mood, though, especially since there's the promise of revelry to come. In order to put a stop to people constantly asking her, she's managed to get a bit of paint - deep blues and greens and earthy browns - and she's on the prowl for a likely target.
"You - you look like you're by yourself," she says every-so-slyly, "How about a bit of paint? Between friends?"
She may not even know the person, but hey. She's flirted in worse ways and with worse odds.
c. The Wild Underground
Of course, Iramaat also ventures out of the city to find some adventure. Although perhaps she shouldn't go to far. There are, after all, bands of vagrants out there and that sounds entertaining. Or at least she thinks so until she's facing down a group of them - a mixed group of monsters with murder in their eyes. Fortunately, she has her rapier, but still. Not great odds. She glances at her companion with an arch of her brow.
"You know, I think I like these odds."
Is she joking?
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Iramaat
Iramaat is positively delighted to be in a new place and seeing new people and new sights. Well, relatively new. She was here in a dream a while back - still, not the point. The point is that the hustle and bustle is something that the faun lives for and she can be found poking her nose into just about everything and anything in the marketplace, chatting up merchants and asking questions with a broad smile on her face.
She's even haggling. She's talking to a merchant, apparently trying to purchase a suit of plates - some sort of chitinous armor-like material, probably harvested from underground insects. It sparkles with a natural iridescence and Iramaat has taken a shine (ha) to it. She's deep in conversation and then half-turns to drag whichever poor mirrorbound is passing her into the conversation.
"Look, you tell him - that simply can't be worth as much as he's asking. Give me an outside opinion. A handful of cunes is the best I can do!"
b. Matching Pairs
The celebration seems to give Iramaat life. She's energized by the whole affair, especially by the brightening of the algae and crystals and the promise of a good party. Look, she's a faun - she appreciates drink, food, and a wild, uninhibited good time. Although... there are people talking about bonds, which sours her a little. That doesn't entirely destroy her mood, though, especially since there's the promise of revelry to come. In order to put a stop to people constantly asking her, she's managed to get a bit of paint - deep blues and greens and earthy browns - and she's on the prowl for a likely target.
"You - you look like you're by yourself," she says every-so-slyly, "How about a bit of paint? Between friends?"
She may not even know the person, but hey. She's flirted in worse ways and with worse odds.
c. The Wild Underground
Of course, Iramaat also ventures out of the city to find some adventure. Although perhaps she shouldn't go to far. There are, after all, bands of vagrants out there and that sounds entertaining. Or at least she thinks so until she's facing down a group of them - a mixed group of monsters with murder in their eyes. Fortunately, she has her rapier, but still. Not great odds. She glances at her companion with an arch of her brow.
"You know, I think I like these odds."
Is she joking?
Wildcard
[ ooc: Drop me a note if you want something different or come up with something! ]