RP:Failure to Sell
Summary: Joan visits Azalea's trinket cart in Kelay. Inspecting the intricate wares Joan questions the material and magic of them. Not pleased with the vender Joan choose to pass on making a purchase.
Kelay Way
Joan took a casual stroll through Kelay proper, the woman had her hands stuffed into the pockets on her pants as she hum a soft quite tune under her breath. Just an normal sunny winter day as Joan made her way through, nothing much on her mind as she strolled. Her looks where not so out of place around here, as different color hair and eye color seem to be accepted.
Azalea stood next to a small wooden cart set up along the main street of Kelay. Long silky locks of midnight spilled over bony shoulders to the waist of the willowy thin woman whose skin was nearly as pale as the untouched patches of fallen snow between the buildings. It was flawless even from a distance nearly glowing in the winter sun. A black silken gown tied behind her neck before wrapping about her torso hugging her frame until it reached her bone hips where it flowed freely, dancing about long slender legs with each gusting breeze. Dangling from a thin silver chain around her neck was a dewdrop gem of deep red with what looked to be a dainty flower amidst the lava of the piece. One would have to get personally close to see the off white flower was in fact little molars. The cart looked so plain compared to the picture perfect lady that owned it. Across it a black velvet cloth with a random assortment of handmade trinkets out for viewing. Each one piece of jewelry finely crafted into unique flowers, animals, and moons that it was nearly impossible to tell that it was bones in which ornate pieces were crafted from. As Joan went to walk past the stall Azalea took a step front the cart to greet the woman, “Well, Hello there Miss. Wouldn’t you know, but I think I have the perfect piece for your lovelyself.” The words flowed from pink lips like sweet honey hiding the true nature of the stranger.
Joan stopped as the strange fancy dressed woman stepped out near where the vampire was strolling, her glowing gaze flickered over the other woman before moving to glance over the offered wears. “Hmm, it is almost Yule, I should pick up a few gifts.” Joan speaks out in a clear tone, her pale pink lips purse as she moves over towards the cart and the other woman, “What’chu got there? *she inquired like looking at the work presented, her head tilts slightly as dark amethyst colored hair fell into her view, the woman finger brushing the bangs back as her view examined the fine detail in the bone jewelry.* Huh, nice detail mind if I ask if it’s animal or other?” Her badge from the Healer’s guild hung on a silver chain about her neck, marking her as one of their guild, her other guild mark from the necromancer’s guild would not be so easy to see, but it’s dark aura could be felt, pulsing from the depths of her small satchel slung over her vested back. The woman dressed in a smart two piece ladies pantsuit, a smart white dress shirt, with short sleeves was paired with the outfit, worn under the fancy vest.
Azelea took a small step back toward the cart as the purple haired woman took the bite. A brief tiny smirk twisting at the corner of her lips while the other’s eyes were down gazing at the fine crafted jewelry. There was necklaces with sporting pendants of different colored gems of which inside a different small figure from cat to spider to rose was carved in the smallest of pieces. Expert detail that hide the fact each off colored figure was formed from what once was a tooth. Other pieces the carvings were free to dangle in larger size with nothing larger than a small child’s palm. Little charm bracelets carefully laid out with the miniature carved figures on little links holding them to the larger piece. They looked like finely carved stones turned into trinkets. Separate charms sat in different dishes each with a feminine loopy tag of the charm and what it represented from love to luck to health. All cursed with ancient magic of the fae folk that the intentions felt like the truth that was written on each tag. The emblems of the other woman’s affiliates went unnoticed as neither were something the woman had taken interest in learning about. “Animal and stones, my Dear,” she cooed softly with a pride in the work presented, even if it was half-lies and many of the larger ones were not animal bones, yet to the faerie anything not of her world was simply an animal. Reaching over long slender fingers picked up a necklace with a small purple stone that held a tiny little mouse carved inside and held it out for Joan to inspect, “Perhaps this one for yourself? Or perhaps some charm bracelets for loved ones? Each charm has a different meaning. Love, health, luck, money and more.” Truth to the words if only half-truths.
Joan said to you, "Huh...honey I’m a practicing necromancer, those are more then just animal. *Joan looked towards the fae, the full weight of the vampire’s gaze is given towards the other.* You want me to buy, you better be straight with me, and I can feel a malicious aura coming off these trinkets...now if you wanna an honest transaction with me better be back stepping on what you just told me.” Joan wasn’t some wet behind the ear vampire, she knew when she felt magic and malice, no matter how it was hidden, her glowing gaze level as the smoke out from the corners of her eyes intensified, a polite half smile directed at the other as she waited to hear the other’s reply not bothering to look at the offered trinket."
Azelea lifted her hand that held the necklace dangling from three fingers out toward the vampire with her free index finger moving to gently tuck a stray lock of purple back behind her ear again. As she moved with the gesture she spoke with that sickening sweet tone of hers in a hushed whisper, “All creatures are animals, Love.” Then she backed away to give Joan her personal space back while waving a hand over the table of goods, “As a necromancer in Practice you should be fully aware of the aura that comes with raising bones free from the dirt beneath your feet and how it lingers long past the moment of collecting it. Or, are you not that far along in your studies?” Aza asked as she tapped a finger against her own lips while those nearly black pools of deep blue lingered on the purple haired woman. It was a brief moment before she sat the necklace back where she had picked it up from. “If you are not going to make a purchase of finely crafted work then I suggest you move along and enjoy your day,” the cart owner said waving her hand over the waves once more while also pointing the vampire in the direction she was heading prior to being stopped.
Joan did a slow blink as the other invaded her personal bubble and moved a bit of her hair, Joan didn’t like to be touched much less spoken to like she was lesser then others, she was a nice polite vampire that respected personal space and boundaries. One amethyst colored brow rose upwards as the merchant vampire stepped back a step or two now, maintaining her bubble damnit! “Yeah...no. Please don’t do that again, I didn’t touch you or invade your personal bubble space. And no, not everything that is bone is animal, a necromancer knows this. I didn’t insult you, I don’t see why you gotta be rude.” Joan made a small quick finger gesture with her index finger pointed at the cart, a rune is sketched out in the air with that small show of power, the rune shown brightly for a moment before disappearing melting away, but the mark would be clear to others that this healer did not approve of the wears and buyer beware. It would show only to those that looked for such marking. “Thanks for letting me look thou.” That said Joan began to move on, rolling her eyes as she makes to report for duty.
Azelea smiled as the other woman suddenly stepped away to find her own distance from the stall and her. The smile gave way into a smirk for a short moment as she retorted, “Wax in your ears, Love? I said all Creatures are Animals,” there was a heavy emphasis on the word creature and animal to make it abundantly clear on what she had said. The wards the lingered on the old cart ancient and protective lit up with a spark as the vampire cast her rune. It would fizzle out before the purple haired woman was gone. It wasn’t the first time this lady had sold her wares and her property was well looked after even if on the outside it looked old and falling apart. Joan wasn’t the first to try and mark her wares with warning, nor would she be the last. It was as the other turned to leave she offered a last few words with a delicate wave of long fingers, “Ah, but you did insult me the moment you questioned my answer about my craft, Darling. Have a good Evening.” It was polite as she turned her attention from the departing vampire to a gentleman walking up the main street toward her area.
Joan said to you, "M’kay, whatever you say sweet cheeks!” *Joan lifted her hand upwards and gave a wave with just two of her fingers back at the fae woman. Polite as always was Joan.* “Maybe if you are ever up in Valikin you should stop by my shop, Blackheart’s Taco shop. Tell’em Joan said you could have a roasted Carolina reaper pepper on her.” With that the amethyst colored hair vampire was off out of hearing distance now."