| Colton/Evan; Otp: it seems you have what I desire | |
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| Evan Roswell | Feb 17 2017, 11:55 AM Post #1 |
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Colton: *has been at the marketplace all day selling breads & baked goods from the family farm. He's finally done & cleaned up with some spare time to browse some other merchants' stalls when he literally runs into Evan* sorry! Didn't see you there. Must be a little more tired than I thought. Good day for shopping, though. Evan: *abruptly caught off guard, he steadies himself (making sure he hadn't been liberated of his coin purse) and then chuckles in realization* Ah, Mr. Cambria. It seems our time apart has not bettered your manners. Colton: *laughs a little bit at the statement, then replies good-naturedly but honestly* I think I've been at home for too long. I keep forgetting "manners" around here mean about 45 platitudes, formal gestures, and maybe a precisely-worded letter or two where a simple apology might otherwise suffice. Colton: *laughs a little bit at the statement, then replies good-naturedly but honestly* I think I've been at home for too long. I keep forgetting "manners" around here mean about 45 platitudes, formal gestures, and maybe a precisely-worded letter or two where a simple apology might otherwise suffice. Evan: *he raises his eyebrows in bemusement but he inclines his head* what a world you live in where any apology is simple. But please, save your letter, I was referring to the use of my title. Colton: Ah, right. *makes a mental note to be better at remembering the rules of etiquette* It's simple enough when it's a simple mistake. Like this one: My apologies for forgetting your title, my lord. *manages to keep just about all of the sarcasm out of his tone* Evan: *the hint of distaste was barely there but Evan had long learned the subtleties of the spoken word. And Colton was far from subtle.* A good effort, so I'll be gracious and accept your apology. Colton: How ... *patronizing was what he wanted to say, but he refrained at the last second* gracious of you. Evan: *smirks and nods* Maybe you were right after all. Apologies can be simple. So, *motions to the market* looking for something specific? Colton: Mostly selling today, actually. But I heard talk about some stones with unique magical properties, so I thought I'd look into it. Anything specific you were looking for? Evan: Herbs. *He doesn't elaborate.* I'd be careful shopping for those stones here. They don't usually get sold as raw ore in common markets and the ones being sold in jewelry have a good chance of being counterfeit, not that most sinborne can tell. Colton: Of course. Because why -wouldn't- people take advantage of those who wouldn't be able to know better? I wish I could say that surprised me. But thank you for the warning... *there's a beat before he remembers to add,* my lord. Stones I'm not always so good with. Herbs, though? I'm very familiar with. I even sell some. What is it you're looking for? Evan: It's just the law of the land, Mr. Cambria. Almost as old as the cold. *lip flicks up at the belated title, but he doesn't mention it.* Alfafa, alkenet root, sarsaparilla, sage. Colton: That's the thing about laws made by humans, though: they can change. As far as your herbs go, I've got alkenet root and sage. Do you need it for anything in particular, or just restocking? Evan: And who's going to make sure that law changes, you? *he raises his eyebrows, perplexed but intrigued. Colton was more educated than he previously gave him credit for.* I'm preparing a gift, of sorts. Do you know where I might find the others? Colton: Hopefully, yes. Or at the very least, get the people who could to realize why they should. *thinks about the question but doesn't remember seeing anything earlier in the day* I can't say I do, but if I knew what sort of gift you were preparing, I could recommend appropriate substitutes. Maybe even improvements, depending on what it is. Evan: *hhms, contemplative and silent until they've seemingly left the topic to speak of the herbs* You're kind to offer but I do not believe you possess the knowledge. I'm creating a poultice, the details of it private but perhaps not so much if you truly knew the purpose of the herbs. I can't say anymore. Colton: well, what I could tell you is that alfalfa is mostly used for prosperity, and sarsaparilla can be used for that too. But it also promotes healing, as does sage. Sage, of course, plays a large part in removing negative influences and purifying, as does alkanet root. With alkanet's other purpose being prosperity -- or protection from snake bites which I'm guessing isn't it -- I can only imagine your poultice deals with hex-breaking, healing, or wealth. If it's the first, you could substitute birch or ague. For the second, coriander. The third, horse chestnut. If you want herbs that serve multiple purposes, cinnamon could work for any of those. Or onion or olive leaf, all of which I'd be able to sell you, and you would be free to go about your day, quickly and conveniently. *smiles and waits an intentional beat this time to add the title* My lord. Evan: *Well then, he stood corrected...and impressed, though he wasn't likely to admit to the latter. It was bad enough he hadn't managed to keep a small smile at bay. Evan inclined his head, taking the opportunity to look Colton over, as if he were seeing him for the first time.* It seems you have what I desire. *after a moment* I'll take the horse chestnut and olive leaf, along with the two aforementioned herbs- the alkenet root and sage. (Btw the smile -and cuz I have to take over abi's gif usage while she's away XD- http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxp56ksAcD1qaf90uo1_r1_500.gif) Colton: *at least he managed to prove his own point, but there seemed to be a genuine surprise to Evan's returning smile, which was the whole issue Colton had in the first place. He wanted to say something further, but maybe proving he knew what he was talking about would be the kind of first-hand truth about their equality in a way that no amount of civilized debate seemed to do. Besides, even this extra sale would go a long way* all right, then I think we have a deal. If you could please come with me, I'll get those for you. *He started in the direction of his already-packed cart, where he kept a selection on hand* You're in luck; I don't usually sell herbs here. I mainly keep the garden for myself. But you never know when someone might need something. Evan: *he gestured for Colton to lead the way, following a few steps behind, his hand now closed around his coin purse* Indeed. Though obviously the transaction is a mutually beneficial one. *Then he backtracks, the previous topic still on his mind* bringing about change is all about who you know, and placing yourself onto their busy schedules. If you're truly serious about overturning this law, or others I suppose, I could make some introductions. Colton: *He nodded to Evan's point as he opened up the cart, rummaging through a selection of small pouches, tagged with scraps of parchment with faded ink labels. Then he stopped short as the next words sunk in, forgetting about the horse chestnut in his hand* Really? I mean... yes, of course I'm serious about it. But you'd really do that? Evan: I can't promise anything will come of it, of course, except what you make it. But I know of a few ears that would be sympathetic and not dismiss you immediately. But *motions to Colton's clothing* this attire won't do. Colton: *nodding* Of course not. But I would be very grateful for the opportunity. *glances down at his outfit and shrugs in casual admittance* Yes, well, I didn't exactly wear my Sunday best to sell bread at the market. *Then he remembered exactly what they were doing there, and the prickly skin of the horse chestnut sitting uncomfortably against his skin, so he grabbed an empty cloth bag and dropped it in* Is one chestnut enough? And don't forget to crush and boil before you add it to anything that will be ingested, or you'll just be making poison, which I'm assuming isn't the goal. Evan: *chuckles* Just wanted you to be aware. *although his Sunday best would probably not be comparable to most of the court's casual outfits. At least the contacts he had in mind at wouldn't care.* Yes it should be plenty. *shakes his head* no, not this time anyways. *He was joking, mostly. Poison was more of his sister's weapon anyways.* Colton: I'll keep it in mind, *he said, continuing to gather the other herbs and put them into the bag. One question sprung up quickly after the initial shock wore off, and before he could entirely control his brain-to-mouth filter, he asked it* Might I ask why you would be willing to introduce me to these contacts of yours? Evan: *He had been expecting this question. Most would know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, but in the short time he's known Colton silence hasn't been his virtue. Evan didn't wait for the belated 'my lord' he could have required of Colton to answer.* I've nothing to lose from it, and a few things to gain if you're successful. Frankly, Mr. Cambria, your talent may be wasted selling bread. Colton: What is it you have to gain, my lord? *As much as he wanted to just take this at face value, he was skeptical. And he'd seen too many nobles take advantage of others by making it sound like they were doing them a favor.* And what, other than being able to identify some herbs, and wanting to change some laws, makes you think this is where my talent is wasted? Evan: Well if my family was in the business of selling these stones, the cessation of contraband sales would lead to an increase in ours. I could also be trying to curry favor with the right people by appearing sympathetic to commoners. Or it could be neither. *curious* would my purpose make you reconsider? Colton: Those are some interesting hypotheticals. But to answer your question, yes, that might make me reconsider. I don't want to try and make progress just to find out later that it was a strategic move on your part to further an agenda I'd want no part of. Evan: *And Colton wondered why Evan could tell his talents were wasted? He'd met enough people to know that common sense and logic weren't as common or logical to most as you might think. Then again, the amount of commoners Evan has met was significantly less.* Everyone at court has an agenda. The people I introduce you to will have one as well. You have to decide whether it's worth it with the information you have. You can either trust I have no nefarious purposes on my word alone, or you can't. It's your choice. *holds his hand out for his herbs* Colton: *Well, Evan did have a point, and as much as Colton wanted to be sure the things he did aligned with his principles, he would never be able to guarantee it. And opportunities such as this one were all too rare for people like him.* Then I suppose I'll have to make the most of the opportunity. *He finished collecting the herbs and then handed them over after tying the bag shut.* That will be four silvers. Evan: *He nods, pleased to hear Colton come to the decision. Counting out four silvers, Evan passes them over with one hand and grabs his purchase with the other.* It's been a pleasure, Mr. Cambria. I'll be in touch. *He inclines his head in farewell and turns, walking out of the market* |
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