"You've won, Fair Maiden"
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The words ran through Kat like eletricity. Granted, there was something in his tone that implied she won because he threw the game....but that was something the girl could mull about another time. Practice makes perfect...and this time she pushed it a little too far. Still, it was fun.
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'But it isn't about fun', she reminded herself quietly. 'Enjoy the victories, enjoy the banter and the game....just at the end of the day this is how we feed both our stomachs and our vices.'
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"Fair what now?" Leaning over to the Keeper she spoke as if confiding with her "I think he's talking to you...."
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Pulling the blindfold off with a little 'ta-da' motion, Kat's eyes quickly darted to inventory her belongings. An act of habit more than mistrust. Lingering for a moment on the gil she smiled again and shrugged, her palms skyward.
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"What can I say that needs to be said? A fool and his gil are soon parted" she laughed with a wink.
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Deftly she scooped up most of the gil in the basket and tucked it away in her bag. Insurance for her now imminent vacation....the itch, the temptation to potentially wager it away was not something she wanted to wrestle with. No. It was time for another game of misdirection, one where attention was turned off the game and herself and on to other things. Kat grabbed her flask and offered it to the few that had gathered. To the Miqo'te, it would smell well aged and strong, laced with a slight hint of dead flower....
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"Drink? So what brings you all to the marketplace today?"
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Round and round the shells go.....
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The words ran through Kat like eletricity. Granted, there was something in his tone that implied she won because he threw the game....but that was something the girl could mull about another time. Practice makes perfect...and this time she pushed it a little too far. Still, it was fun.
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'But it isn't about fun', she reminded herself quietly. 'Enjoy the victories, enjoy the banter and the game....just at the end of the day this is how we feed both our stomachs and our vices.'
Â
"Fair what now?" Leaning over to the Keeper she spoke as if confiding with her "I think he's talking to you...."
Â
Pulling the blindfold off with a little 'ta-da' motion, Kat's eyes quickly darted to inventory her belongings. An act of habit more than mistrust. Lingering for a moment on the gil she smiled again and shrugged, her palms skyward.
Â
"What can I say that needs to be said? A fool and his gil are soon parted" she laughed with a wink.
Â
Deftly she scooped up most of the gil in the basket and tucked it away in her bag. Insurance for her now imminent vacation....the itch, the temptation to potentially wager it away was not something she wanted to wrestle with. No. It was time for another game of misdirection, one where attention was turned off the game and herself and on to other things. Kat grabbed her flask and offered it to the few that had gathered. To the Miqo'te, it would smell well aged and strong, laced with a slight hint of dead flower....
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"Drink? So what brings you all to the marketplace today?"
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Round and round the shells go.....
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