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Almost on que, the mysterious woman's eyes meet with Seraj as she secretly battled with the notion of stealing the charm around her neck. An old spark brought life to her eyes for a second and she almost looked excited. There was almost a daring sort of smile on her lips, as if she was challanging Seraj, daring her to go for it, hoping for a moment she would. Then the two looked away from eachohter and the moment was gone.
Had she given into her desire and attempted to take the trinket from her, she would not have been the first, and likly not the last either.
The trinket was of great value to her, but it was also a terrible burden. Her eyes drifted for the breifest of seconds as she travled back in time to the moment it was gifted to her. It was given to her as an act of mercy, to cure a deformity so grotesque and aweful she no doubt would have had to face life as an outcast. However even with it, she could not help but gather the unwanted attention of every keen eye.
She moved slowly, pushing her chair from the table with her arms. She took a moment to fix her shirt and reached out for her walking stick. She seemed set on something now, and she approched the card playing duo, interested now in Seraj, with familar grin on her lips now, she spoke, or rather the charm spoke.
"You admire it, yet you don't even know what it is...it might fetch a hefty price, but then again perhaps not. I doubt the curse it bestows on its owner is somehting many could bare..."
Her voice was so young, so fresh and held so much energy. It was as if it came form the lips of an adventurer in her prime. The old women held a familiar demeanor to her, one perhaps Seraj might recongnise, one that would tell a great story about her life and her expirences, with out having to say a word. A life of suffering a life or adventure, and a lonly one too, a life lived by the sword. One she quite possibly might be able to relate to. Or then again, perhaps not.
Had she given into her desire and attempted to take the trinket from her, she would not have been the first, and likly not the last either.
The trinket was of great value to her, but it was also a terrible burden. Her eyes drifted for the breifest of seconds as she travled back in time to the moment it was gifted to her. It was given to her as an act of mercy, to cure a deformity so grotesque and aweful she no doubt would have had to face life as an outcast. However even with it, she could not help but gather the unwanted attention of every keen eye.
She moved slowly, pushing her chair from the table with her arms. She took a moment to fix her shirt and reached out for her walking stick. She seemed set on something now, and she approched the card playing duo, interested now in Seraj, with familar grin on her lips now, she spoke, or rather the charm spoke.
"You admire it, yet you don't even know what it is...it might fetch a hefty price, but then again perhaps not. I doubt the curse it bestows on its owner is somehting many could bare..."
Her voice was so young, so fresh and held so much energy. It was as if it came form the lips of an adventurer in her prime. The old women held a familiar demeanor to her, one perhaps Seraj might recongnise, one that would tell a great story about her life and her expirences, with out having to say a word. A life of suffering a life or adventure, and a lonly one too, a life lived by the sword. One she quite possibly might be able to relate to. Or then again, perhaps not.
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