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| Sens Parri | Jun 7 2008, 03:49 PM |
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Sens was flitting about in the crowd, rather stiffly without her usual fluid movement. She was wearing one of the only pairs of clothes from an expensive seller the Cathriss children had ever stolen. And good god was it itchy. "This kid will be a hard catch without the right materials," was what Somerled had said when he gifted her with the overpriced outfit. The blue dress was embroidered in such an atrociously pricey way, and her vest was made of some sort of material that changed color in the light, tafan, tartan, something like that. Abigail wasn't very hard to find. White clothes, and rich mannerisms shined amongst the common folk in the open air market. Slinking toward the screaming girl, she reached out and linked her arm around Abigail's, leading her way from the crowd. "Good day, Abigail." She kept walking in a straighted posture. "You should know a girl of your stature should be in a more kept place, not around filth like this." As much as it hurt her to say that, she kept up her facade. Now all she had to do was keep Abigail with her. As for how she knew her name, Abigail may as well fill in the details. Hopefully with the way she was dressed, Abigail would think she was an escort or some such. All she needed to do was get her out on the main road, and then Copper would swoop down and get her. |
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| Dirty · Greave Open Market | |
4:59 PM Nov 27
