Unwanted, unneeded

Isabella Heiwa · 01-26-2012, 04:57 PM

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Trying to post stuff without muse is so hard :C Forgive for any blehness

Isabella gave a light roll of the shoulders; she had not thoroughly foraged through the shed, having chosen to simply drop off her small load and then leave, when the fur had caught her eye. Besides that, she had seen and taken in very little in the shed as important. It all seemed to be mundane things that people either could find on their own elsewhere but would rather get it here for proximity. Not worth a lot, but Isabella was sure that no Salsolan worth their salt would bring something truly valuable for pack storage here, when someone else could use it. They would hide it away as was smart and proper. Everyone here had some sort of secret to keep and Isabella was well aware that she was among them. Who didn't have secrets, after all? Everyone had a secret or two to keep from everyone else. Isabella had her fair share of them and had taken a significant amount as payment before.

"Ah, an unfortunately problem," she said, offering the mild condolances for an exceptionally unimportant issue. "I find it easier to avoid such drink than risk it disagreeing with me." She kept private her dislike for the drink itself and the addling it had a habit of doing. Continued use always made the canines she had seen grow dumber and weaker. Their judgement went only so far as to get themselves more of the sauce. Clarity was always a far better blessing than foggy drunkenness. Forgetting might have been a great aspect of hard drinking, though Isabella knew that life was full of lessons and forgetting a single moment was like forgetting a crucial lesson as a child. "Isabella Heiwa," she added in addendum, following the woman's cue in presenting her own name. The accent was not one she knew, and it was slightly tricky to comprehend fully on the first go. Thankfully, the gypsy woman kept her look level and gave no notice to her internal struggle in understanding.

Tlantli gestured to the pelt she held aloft, and Isabella gave a light nod. "Yes, this is not a kind winter to those made for southern climates." Naturally, she was perfectly fine in this place of snow and cold, especially with a winter pelt fully in and her natural thick pelt keeping out the elements rather easily. But some, like this golden woman, were not made in such a way. How unfortunate. "There are plenty more in the shed, or you could take this one. It's rather thick and soft, and the hide seems well tanned." Isabella did not offer the pelt to the woman before her with willing arms, though she herself was not in any desperate need of the pelt. It was merely a prideful love of finery that made her pick up the fur in the first place.

The other woman's gaze flitted to her red sash. The comment had something beneath it, though Tlantli looked indifferent. Careful to keep from narrowing her eyes, Isabella touched the sash with a light hand. "No, this is mine." There was some motive to the question, and Isabella did not doubt that notion in the least. Everyone was out to get their own recognition and she would have done much the same. Regardless, she kept her eye on Tlantli and a pleasantly neutral look in her eyes. "I brought a small bundle of incense sticks for other people's use," she said while gesturing behind her slightly. There was no way that Tlantli could find fault in her actions simply because there was nothing wrong to find in them.

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