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20.Sep.13, 10:34 PM
Andeleen looked up from the small glass figurine she was delicately handling when the door opened once more, brown eyes narrowing just slightly as she took in the face, before recognising the man, and nodding a greeting. Her attention returned to the item she was considering. While Andeleen didn't know the man personally (she was quite sure she'd never seen him up close before) she certainly knew of him. It was something she'd taken particular pride in, and was perhaps one of the reasons she had managed to make her way so high into the ranks, considering her particularly low born start. She was a great gossip, she was a fantastic listener, and while her memory was full of holes, there were some things that were just too fat and juicy to slip through.
Clearly, Warkhim was one of those things. Andeleen knew enough about him to recognise the man, and she knew where he worked and what he got up to; he was an important figure in the hold, though she had also heard some whispers amongst her fellows that he wasn't quite as important as he seemed to think himself. Her lips twitched into a slight smile as she twisted the figurine in her fingertips. It was a lovely rendering of a dragon, something that had (once upon a time) been illegal. She was glad it wasn't any more, though she could understand why it had been, when some of the items that looked far more like whers were labled as dragons.
"Darling, leave the gentleman alone," Andeleen looked up from where she was exchanging agreed upon marks with the owner of the store, and getting the glass trinket wrapped. It was a gorgeous shade of green that reminded her of her brother's dragon, though she wasn't quite sure she recalled it accurately. The lime green struck her as slightly wrong, but it was a gorgeous colour none-the-less. She was sure Lykrith had been that colour, though. Taking the little package from the man, Andeleen made her way over to where the youngest of her girls was still staring up at Warkhim.
"But you're a grown up," the little girl insisted (for the umpteenth time). "You can't play with children's toys!" Her indignation about such a thing caused an amused pursing of Andeleen's lips as she stopped behind the little girl. The child's hands were on her hips, and her big blue eyes were staring up at Warkhim intently. Andeleen placed a hand lightly on the crown of her daughter's head, and looked apologetically at the man.
"My apologies, sir. I hope she hasn't disturbed you too much."
Clearly, Warkhim was one of those things. Andeleen knew enough about him to recognise the man, and she knew where he worked and what he got up to; he was an important figure in the hold, though she had also heard some whispers amongst her fellows that he wasn't quite as important as he seemed to think himself. Her lips twitched into a slight smile as she twisted the figurine in her fingertips. It was a lovely rendering of a dragon, something that had (once upon a time) been illegal. She was glad it wasn't any more, though she could understand why it had been, when some of the items that looked far more like whers were labled as dragons.
"Darling, leave the gentleman alone," Andeleen looked up from where she was exchanging agreed upon marks with the owner of the store, and getting the glass trinket wrapped. It was a gorgeous shade of green that reminded her of her brother's dragon, though she wasn't quite sure she recalled it accurately. The lime green struck her as slightly wrong, but it was a gorgeous colour none-the-less. She was sure Lykrith had been that colour, though. Taking the little package from the man, Andeleen made her way over to where the youngest of her girls was still staring up at Warkhim.
"But you're a grown up," the little girl insisted (for the umpteenth time). "You can't play with children's toys!" Her indignation about such a thing caused an amused pursing of Andeleen's lips as she stopped behind the little girl. The child's hands were on her hips, and her big blue eyes were staring up at Warkhim intently. Andeleen placed a hand lightly on the crown of her daughter's head, and looked apologetically at the man.
"My apologies, sir. I hope she hasn't disturbed you too much."
