"Whoa Martus, check out the tits on this one!"
The wiry miqo'te elbowed his mismatched friend in the ribs playfully as he whispered the words. Â Martus, a bearded highlander who easily stood head and shoulders above the red-headed Seeker, fumbled the chisel he held in one hand but his eyes looked up from the block of stone and fell upon the customer's midsection, ogling her curves a moment before turning back to the miqo'te and waving his hammer menacingly. Â "It's no wonder you're in trouble with that lady of yours all the time with those roaming eyes Puzh. Â Go make yourself useful and fetch me a slab of granite."
Scoffing, Puzh finally broke his gaze away from the elezen customer's chest, eyeing Martus for a moment before huffing quietly and disappearing through a doorway. Â The gray-haired highlander cast the woman a second glance. Â She was dressed more modestly than most - particularly for it being in the midst of summer in one of the hottest places in Eorzea. Â Lavender sleeves concealed most of her arms, and a black pair of cropped pants halted just below her knees, but her expansive bosom was only partly concealed by the loose-fitting cotton shirt she wore. Â Her skin was pale gray, and blonde hair pulled back into a tidy ponytail. Â Small beads of sweat upon her brow affirmed his belief.
The customer's eyes - a pair of circular amethysts - lifted from the monuments and statues she had been observing since her arrival in the shop. Â Her face turned towards the workbench, revealing a dark tattoo that resembled a gnarled branch. Â Martus quickly blinked and returned his focus to gently tapping hammer to chisel upon the block of stone set before him. Â He had heard that the duskwight were keen of hearing, and realized she was probably insulted by his companion's brusque choice words.
Wiping her forehead with the back of her arm, she adjusted her garment a bit in the front, her lips parting a bit, "Excuse me sir, can you help me?" Â The woman's voice was soft and gave no indication of annoyance. Â He peered back at her from behind his stone block - this time at her face. Â He stammered for a moment, but was cut off before he could respond.
"Welcome to Quillpoint Stonecuttery! Â I'm Ravia Quillpoint! Â I own this establishment, as you might figure." Â Martus breathed a sigh of apparent relief and returned to his sculpting as the raven-haired hyur bounded through the doorway. Â Her eyes also fell on the elezen's chest for a fraction of a moment before meeting her gaze, "What can I help you with today ma'am?"
The duskwight customer met the woman's well-practiced merchant's grin with a relieved smile of her own, reaching out to meet her handshake, "My name is Eva. Â I'm from Gridania. Â I need a monument - something like you might find in a lichyard. Â A memorial."
The midlander woman hummed, fingertips reaching to her chin as she looked the elezen woman over consideringly, "I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Miss Eva. Â We can certainly fashion something like that, but delivery to Gridania will be extra. Â Obviously you're aware that stone is heavy and difficult to transport throughout Thanalan."
The negotiating game. Â Always this way with folks from Ul'dah. Â As if the heat itself wasn't bad enough, and being forced into lesser garments, and dealing with the boorish remarks that in turn elicited.
The elezen smiled, eyeing the door a moment as if considering walking out, "Stone is heavy, really?" Â She folded her arms beneath her breasts, looking down slightly at the hyur woman's face which cringed only slightly at the realization her words had been taken for an insult. Â "Perhaps I'll find someone in Gridania with whom to do business. Â I came here on a recommendation because I heard you were the best, and that is what this monument demands." Â Pausing a moment, Eva lowered her arms. Â "My intention of course was to compensate you adequately for your efforts, including delivery from Ul'dah to Lavender Beds in the Twelveswood."
The hyur woman, having smoothed the ridges on her forehead, smiled back at her and gave a nod, "You have heard correctly. Â We pride ourselves on our quality of craftsmanship. Â I simply wanted to make you aware that our customers are usually nearby, because of the high delivery costs. Â We will be glad to fashion your monument and see it safely brought to your home in the Twelveswood. Â Ah, what did you want the design to be."
Eva smiled back at her, "Dark stone. Â Upon a pedestal. Â A masculine, bearded elezen man. Â Several wolves at his feet, as if awaiting his command."
"Easily doable. Â It will be extra for the wolves."
Of course it would....
The store owner continued, "Did you want some sort of engraving on the base?"
The flaxen-haired duskwight chewed her bottom lip a moment and nodded to her, "Aye. Â Given name: O-S-K-A-R. Â Surname: H-E-L-V-I-G. Â Beloved leader, mentor, companion, and father."
The wiry miqo'te elbowed his mismatched friend in the ribs playfully as he whispered the words. Â Martus, a bearded highlander who easily stood head and shoulders above the red-headed Seeker, fumbled the chisel he held in one hand but his eyes looked up from the block of stone and fell upon the customer's midsection, ogling her curves a moment before turning back to the miqo'te and waving his hammer menacingly. Â "It's no wonder you're in trouble with that lady of yours all the time with those roaming eyes Puzh. Â Go make yourself useful and fetch me a slab of granite."
Scoffing, Puzh finally broke his gaze away from the elezen customer's chest, eyeing Martus for a moment before huffing quietly and disappearing through a doorway. Â The gray-haired highlander cast the woman a second glance. Â She was dressed more modestly than most - particularly for it being in the midst of summer in one of the hottest places in Eorzea. Â Lavender sleeves concealed most of her arms, and a black pair of cropped pants halted just below her knees, but her expansive bosom was only partly concealed by the loose-fitting cotton shirt she wore. Â Her skin was pale gray, and blonde hair pulled back into a tidy ponytail. Â Small beads of sweat upon her brow affirmed his belief.
The customer's eyes - a pair of circular amethysts - lifted from the monuments and statues she had been observing since her arrival in the shop. Â Her face turned towards the workbench, revealing a dark tattoo that resembled a gnarled branch. Â Martus quickly blinked and returned his focus to gently tapping hammer to chisel upon the block of stone set before him. Â He had heard that the duskwight were keen of hearing, and realized she was probably insulted by his companion's brusque choice words.
Wiping her forehead with the back of her arm, she adjusted her garment a bit in the front, her lips parting a bit, "Excuse me sir, can you help me?" Â The woman's voice was soft and gave no indication of annoyance. Â He peered back at her from behind his stone block - this time at her face. Â He stammered for a moment, but was cut off before he could respond.
"Welcome to Quillpoint Stonecuttery! Â I'm Ravia Quillpoint! Â I own this establishment, as you might figure." Â Martus breathed a sigh of apparent relief and returned to his sculpting as the raven-haired hyur bounded through the doorway. Â Her eyes also fell on the elezen's chest for a fraction of a moment before meeting her gaze, "What can I help you with today ma'am?"
The duskwight customer met the woman's well-practiced merchant's grin with a relieved smile of her own, reaching out to meet her handshake, "My name is Eva. Â I'm from Gridania. Â I need a monument - something like you might find in a lichyard. Â A memorial."
The midlander woman hummed, fingertips reaching to her chin as she looked the elezen woman over consideringly, "I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Miss Eva. Â We can certainly fashion something like that, but delivery to Gridania will be extra. Â Obviously you're aware that stone is heavy and difficult to transport throughout Thanalan."
The negotiating game. Â Always this way with folks from Ul'dah. Â As if the heat itself wasn't bad enough, and being forced into lesser garments, and dealing with the boorish remarks that in turn elicited.
The elezen smiled, eyeing the door a moment as if considering walking out, "Stone is heavy, really?" Â She folded her arms beneath her breasts, looking down slightly at the hyur woman's face which cringed only slightly at the realization her words had been taken for an insult. Â "Perhaps I'll find someone in Gridania with whom to do business. Â I came here on a recommendation because I heard you were the best, and that is what this monument demands." Â Pausing a moment, Eva lowered her arms. Â "My intention of course was to compensate you adequately for your efforts, including delivery from Ul'dah to Lavender Beds in the Twelveswood."
The hyur woman, having smoothed the ridges on her forehead, smiled back at her and gave a nod, "You have heard correctly. Â We pride ourselves on our quality of craftsmanship. Â I simply wanted to make you aware that our customers are usually nearby, because of the high delivery costs. Â We will be glad to fashion your monument and see it safely brought to your home in the Twelveswood. Â Ah, what did you want the design to be."
Eva smiled back at her, "Dark stone. Â Upon a pedestal. Â A masculine, bearded elezen man. Â Several wolves at his feet, as if awaiting his command."
"Easily doable. Â It will be extra for the wolves."
Of course it would....
The store owner continued, "Did you want some sort of engraving on the base?"
The flaxen-haired duskwight chewed her bottom lip a moment and nodded to her, "Aye. Â Given name: O-S-K-A-R. Â Surname: H-E-L-V-I-G. Â Beloved leader, mentor, companion, and father."
"One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth doing is what we do for others." Â ~ Lewis Carol
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