The long day was at an end. The familiar bedroll on the ground seemed to call to Ver as she walked towards it. Her arms were a bit slump, and she felt fatigued. But even through this exhaustion, one could see there was a small wag of her scaled tail. The slim limb occassionally tapped the ground behind her as it moved in an excited manner.
The day had been fruitful. The request started by the man - Artorias Zyat - To get a necklace, with her name engraved on it, had yielded a good day to her. With part of the gil he had gifted her, she had met with another kind person. A woman named J'inarah Marad. The woman had guided her, and helped her, and now - the anticipation of the coming days flowed through her.Â
She sat on the bedroll, turning her body and laying out flat on it. Her hands moved up towards her chest, slipping into the gap provided by the vest. She pulled out a sheet of parchment.Â
Two signatures at the bottom, and the red ink of the seal that bled through the page showed its authenticity. She looked at it, wondering what sort of design the world of the Goldsmith's would bring. Their designs, beautiful and elegant, simple or complex. Brilliant gems.Â
'You deserve something nice' made her smile weakly. She blushed a little, and turned her head. Her horn gave a light bump on the ground as she rested her head only semi-sidelong, and she pulled the page in closer to her heart.
A choker to call her own. A beautiful gemstone affixed upon it. And should she ever need it - her name etched out so she could quickly convey her name. The will of two amazing people, coming together in one. She nuzzled the back of her head into the pillow, filled with cheap feathers of local fauna and unwanted wools. Much akin to the outfit she was given, it gave her a warm feeling.Â
To her, each treasure was a part of what could only be called a Hoard. Items from people she considered dear and important in her heart.
The day had been fruitful. The request started by the man - Artorias Zyat - To get a necklace, with her name engraved on it, had yielded a good day to her. With part of the gil he had gifted her, she had met with another kind person. A woman named J'inarah Marad. The woman had guided her, and helped her, and now - the anticipation of the coming days flowed through her.Â
She sat on the bedroll, turning her body and laying out flat on it. Her hands moved up towards her chest, slipping into the gap provided by the vest. She pulled out a sheet of parchment.Â
Quote:'Requested -Â
One sky-Azure embedded choker.Â
Name Engraved, visible
Black Steel
Paid in full.
Two signatures at the bottom, and the red ink of the seal that bled through the page showed its authenticity. She looked at it, wondering what sort of design the world of the Goldsmith's would bring. Their designs, beautiful and elegant, simple or complex. Brilliant gems.Â
'You deserve something nice' made her smile weakly. She blushed a little, and turned her head. Her horn gave a light bump on the ground as she rested her head only semi-sidelong, and she pulled the page in closer to her heart.
A choker to call her own. A beautiful gemstone affixed upon it. And should she ever need it - her name etched out so she could quickly convey her name. The will of two amazing people, coming together in one. She nuzzled the back of her head into the pillow, filled with cheap feathers of local fauna and unwanted wools. Much akin to the outfit she was given, it gave her a warm feeling.Â
To her, each treasure was a part of what could only be called a Hoard. Items from people she considered dear and important in her heart.