Lost Among Antiques

[Echo]

"Well." she starts, "That's for me to know and youuuu to find out~" she winks.

"Oh dear, that is gonna have ta change." she nods as the bangin' Spring with the bold as lightning name. "We should totally a mixer. Like. Not just like, us-us. But like. Maybe a match-making thing.....when. Y'know Spring's in the air~" she offers her Queen a wide wicked grin.

"Come now, let's find our bobbles and treasures, and wander off and away!" a laugh, "I think if we stay here longer without a transaction between any of us and the women behind the register we will get more then just the stick eye."

She jerks a broken glass thumb towards the older women glaring at them, for their rowdy and obviously not-buy-things-ways.

Let's wrap up and keep everything neat and tidy. We can move on to another scene. Maybe getting a coffee or something?

[Rhodes]

"Well, we wouldn't want that," He grins

Rhodes collects the silver hip-flask and a small onyx ring set with rubies, and heads off up to the counter.

[clt] I'm happy to wrap. Thanks for a fun scene folks [/ctl]

[Ingrid]

Agreed

[Titania]

"The power of the names we chose, even if our opposites. It's marvellous, isn't it?", she said. Her slender fingers brushed against one of the buds in the beguiling gentleman's palm, an act that tinged the smooth skin of her cheeks with pink.

“What's in a name? that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet”, she recited, inadvertently letting her Oxonian accent flavor her speech.
What little trace of excitement hadn't slipped from her flawless skin, wouldn't be lost watching the spark in her sapphire eyes grow brigther alongside the now orange nebulas and the galaxies that called the dark recesses of the celestial orrery that was her mane, home.
She tenderly escaped the man's handshake, folding her hands behind her back, the air filled with a pleasant effluvium of autumn leaves and dark flowers, moondust and midnight roses.

“No, not at all, Lady Diana", she said elated. Her wisps, seemingly ecstatic at the prospect of having found in Echo a tantalizing playmate, acquiesced, “barely noticeable, really", what a terrible liar she was.
She nodded at the Dark Lady suggestion, “I'm not the most outgoing character around, but I'll happily take you on the offer. Between colleagues, we should always spend time together", adding in a courteous tone. Normally, she would have brimmed, jumping conceitfully at the opportunity, not this time though. Yet, does the woman make the dress or does the dress make the woman? She wasn't one to judge a book from its cover.


“Y-yes", is the timid reply she manages to squirm, taken as she was by the hurricane of a lion-ling. She cutely tilts her head toward Ingrid, her best deer in headlights look, "S...shall I buy something and join you? May I?", she pleads. Her wisps hollering around, probably annoyed at having such a wimpy owner.

Fun scene y'all. Would gladly join a followup!