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- Firefly Sadira - 06-08-2009 She didn't know how she'd managed to find the building but the dyes and chemicals she'd found within were enough to keep her occupied. She'd never had a whim or want to change her own appearance but she knew that there were quite a few others who often thought of it or dabbled in the game. Firefly had grown up within the celtic clan and the workings of their priests and warriors. She'd learned the art of dyeing and tattooing at the hands of their priestess. Now all there was was the need to pass her arts onto the forms of those who wished it. She'd loaded up a cart with a lot of new brilliant colors and agents to remove or change the appearance of fur or hair and was just getting ready to head back to the cabin when she caught sight of the tattoo parlor and piercing shop just down the block. Pulling the cart behind her she growled to herself and hoped that she would soon find another beast beside herself to pull the damn thing. It was far too much work and though it made it easier to get large quantities of things from one location to another she didn't think she was cut out to be the one doing all the work. Dropping the handles of the cart outside the shop she peered into the window before pushing the door open to the keep. The hinges gave a loud groan as they finally gave way, she ignored the sounds as she pushed forward, the layer of dust that covered most things causing her nose to itch, though she just exhaled and walked to the front counter to peer down at the glass and metal workings beneath the glass. - Haven Aatte - 06-08-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;">
[/html] - Firefly Sadira - 06-09-2009 Firefly had been so engrossed in examining the piercing and deciding if she wanted to take them with her that she had barely even noticed that she'd had a shadow take to following her unto he was already behind her. Her arm gave a twitch as his voice filled the room, quickly she removed her hand from beneath the counter and turned her surprised eyes to the younger male. "Hallo Haven, what are you doing?" she asked. She realized that if he'd seen the mess outside he was probably wondering the same about her. She returned her eyes back to the jewels and rings as she plucked the whole display out from under the glass and set them atop the glass. She whirled one of the earrings on her nail as she turned back to the male and smiled. "You can never have too many trinkets, you never know when another might want one.." She'd known the priestess in the old world clan had kept anything that she'd thought another might find interest in, keeping them stored away on shelves and wrapped in leather and cloth. Firefly had learned much from the woman but she'd put little of it to use since she'd left the motherlands. - Haven Aatte - 06-10-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;">
- Firefly Sadira - 06-13-2009 Firefly couldn't help but give Haven a little coy smirk at the words that he teased her with. The figures of the pack were probably the few that she'd let get away with such words, even though she knew that were trust just as much as he did. She raised a brow as she asked. "And did you find any that didn't belong.. or perhaps that wanted to belong..?" She didn't know how the pack would fair with new blood but she figured that sooner or later they would come trampsing to the door asking for a home and they'd let them in, it didn't mean that Firefly had to like them though.. but she knew in time they'd probably grow on her like the rest of the pack had. A soft smile replaced the coy little smirk as she admitted, "It's good that you're here Haven.." She turned her eyes back to the earrings as she began to scan them over, the words of the pumpkin hued fellow meeting her twin perked ears as she smiled and asked, "And which one do you think our fearless king would like?" her eyes trailing back to the boy as she went on to explain. "I was to be a priestess in our clan when Davinci and I lived in Eire.." There wasn't much more to say, when they'd returned to their homeland she'd had to leave everything behind, including the trades she'd learned. When his conversation turned to the articles outside she grinned, picking up the tray of glittering stones and precious metals as she beckoned him to follow her to the wagon. When she reached the load of supplies she set the tray down on top the mess as she tried to explain. "The clan use to use symbols and markings to show the great deeds they'd done or their ranks. They would dye their fur, or even in some instances they would removed the fur entirely and mar the skin with ink or scars. She had the tell-tale signs of a priestess tattooed upon her flesh but once she'd left the clan land she'd let the fur grow back over her markings, the dark pattern of dots upon her cheeks not visible except to those that knew they were there. She had shown none in the lands the tattooing upon her cheeks but she pressed back the fur on one creamy gold cheek to show the dark crimson and midnight blue markings upon the flesh. She doubted that the boy would be interested anymore in the notion of dying or tattooing, he was almost so straight forward, but sometimes folks surprised her. She smoothed back the fur on her cheeks as she smiled at the male and admitted. [b]"The humans use to do the same.." As thought justification for the strange ways of her one time clan. - Haven Aatte - 06-16-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;">
- Firefly Sadira - 07-01-2009 Firefly couldn't help but chuckle slightly as Haven gave her a reply. She smiled slyly and added. "Send the cute ones my way when you do find any.." She did so love to make others nervous and if they were willing to play her games all the more fun for her. She doubted that Haven would actually send them her way but it was an amusing idea. She would mind entertaining them if he did.. not that he needed to know what sort of entertainment she had in mind for any scalawags that didn't belong.. or that were looking to belong. She flashed him an wink and began to hum as he picked through the tray as they'd begun to move on outside. She didn't go far as Haven decided to venture out on a limb with the fire kissed girl as he brought up their relations. She let one ear flick back as she turned to look at him, a brow raised for a second as she tried to find the right words. "First off kid, I'm ain't your aunt. I'm too young to be your aunt.. and besides.. relatives are suppose to be there to teach you good morals and whatnot.. I'm not sure if I'd fit well there." She gave him a little smirk as she commented further. "There's a reason I don't tell most who I really am." She really didn't like knowing just how big her family was, it just meant more prying eyes and more problems for the most part. Haven, she could tolerate.. most of the others.. she'd rather they had been drowned as puppies. Oddly enough she'd tried that with one of Haven's own siblings... not that he needed to know.. When they'd finally reached the wagon and she'd spoken of the uses of the dyes and needles and sorts she smiled as the boy began to show excitement at the art. She smoothed the fur back against her cheek as he questioned the whole contents of the wagon. She nodded at first before pausing. "Most of it is, some of it is for piercings and such. Others.. just pretty shiny things." She had taken to the custom that Kol had taught her and weaving ribbons, leather, beads, feathers and whatnot in her locks. She knew sooner or later that she'd run out of places to put her crafts and would have to begin again. She smiled at the thought and almost hadn't caught Haven's question but rather quickly she straightened out. "You want a tattoo.. or just the fur dyed?.. if you wanted it done I can do it..." She didn't often draw for others but she could design and draw quite well. She had to in the arts that she performed. She smiled slightly at the boy and teased. "You know.. it doesn't come off once it's on..." hoping that he was sure about this all. - Haven Aatte - 07-02-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;">
- Firefly Sadira - 07-05-2009 Firefly had expected that the young boy didn't know much when it came to the more intimate nature of life. She'd learned at a young age but he was on the road to be a knight of valor, they weren't exactly know to sleep with everything sweet thing that came along. She smiled sweetly at the boy and turned her face away, letting the kid take his moment to figure out his place before she went on onto another subject. She flicked her eyes at the male as he decided to comment on what she'd said about being his aunt. She knew she wasn't really his aunt in blood nor was DaVinci but she wasn't cruel enough to bring that to light. She couldn't help but laugh as he explained the trouble that DaVinci had got him into but still believing that he'd come out fine. She shook her head slowly and just chuckled. "Yeah, you're alright kiddo.." she agreed for a second before he went on to talk about not calling her auntie anytime soon. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "I'd better not hear it around then.." she teased as she flicked her hair back and smiled. When he seriously was beginning to consider getting a tattoo of sorts she smiled and grinned. "Let me make a few designs and see what you like.." She pulled a pad of paper and a pencil out of the wagon and began to etch some different designs of dragons, asking as she went on. "Do you want it to be one color, or do you want it to be detailed?" She doodled away as she waited for the boy to respond. If he wanted the tattoo she'd put it on him, atleast with dye there was no way it could hurt. - Haven Aatte - 07-09-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;">
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