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By that time, the artist was already well enough away from the scene. While he would have preferred to stay and admire the aftermath, he had plenty enough experience to know better. This did not mean he was entirely without a manner in which to enjoy hearing just how much his work had been appreciated.
For a long time, the pearl he held had remained painfully silent. Then, there was a shrill loud enough to cause odd looks in his direction at the bar he chose to spend his coin at. The dark-skinned keeper hardly batted an eye towards the attention he was being given. It was short lived. Any other sounds that came from the pearl were muted in comparison to the first scream of shock. Someone had finally found his masterpiece. But where was the true critic?
Time passed along and as the ice within his glass began to settle, deprived empty of its previous contents, the man could hear movements within the room so far away almost as if he were still there. Within time, a voice that stood out had entered the room. With the pearl cupped against one silver-furred ear tipped in black as though it were dipped in sooth, he listened.
A small chuckle broke out now and then as he listened. The inspector was quite the lady’s man. No surprise there after what he had seen. He could still recall how the man lifted a certain enfeebled miqo’te into his arms and carried her away. The inspector, Desmond, only wanted to believe he was the shining knight. But wasn’t there still darkness? Oh everyone had it. And he was determined to wring out Desmond’s light until there was nothing else left but that darkened core.
When the smell was noted, he only smiled further. The pearl was crushed and the pieces were dusted away neatly into a napkin.
“Oh, let me get that for you, sir. And a refill for your drink?†Called the young waitress that practically flew to his side to attend to him.
The miqo’te’s golden eyes gazed upon her. She was tall, slender, and quite beautiful. But hardly his particular interest. This did not mean he was completely without any interest at all for her, of course. The napkin was handed over for her to take. “These things are so fragile… Luckily not everything is as delicate.â€
The woman took to blushing quite readily and their hands touched a bit longer than necessary.
“Nevermind the drink,†he answered. “My name is Ehvar. When do you get out of here?â€
For a long time, the pearl he held had remained painfully silent. Then, there was a shrill loud enough to cause odd looks in his direction at the bar he chose to spend his coin at. The dark-skinned keeper hardly batted an eye towards the attention he was being given. It was short lived. Any other sounds that came from the pearl were muted in comparison to the first scream of shock. Someone had finally found his masterpiece. But where was the true critic?
Time passed along and as the ice within his glass began to settle, deprived empty of its previous contents, the man could hear movements within the room so far away almost as if he were still there. Within time, a voice that stood out had entered the room. With the pearl cupped against one silver-furred ear tipped in black as though it were dipped in sooth, he listened.
A small chuckle broke out now and then as he listened. The inspector was quite the lady’s man. No surprise there after what he had seen. He could still recall how the man lifted a certain enfeebled miqo’te into his arms and carried her away. The inspector, Desmond, only wanted to believe he was the shining knight. But wasn’t there still darkness? Oh everyone had it. And he was determined to wring out Desmond’s light until there was nothing else left but that darkened core.
When the smell was noted, he only smiled further. The pearl was crushed and the pieces were dusted away neatly into a napkin.
“Oh, let me get that for you, sir. And a refill for your drink?†Called the young waitress that practically flew to his side to attend to him.
The miqo’te’s golden eyes gazed upon her. She was tall, slender, and quite beautiful. But hardly his particular interest. This did not mean he was completely without any interest at all for her, of course. The napkin was handed over for her to take. “These things are so fragile… Luckily not everything is as delicate.â€
The woman took to blushing quite readily and their hands touched a bit longer than necessary.
“Nevermind the drink,†he answered. “My name is Ehvar. When do you get out of here?â€