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p. Cleome | passing Amherst

POSTED: Thu Jan 04, 2018 1:54 am

(359) For Nina & Cleome; Assumed they recently left SL, and are on their way! Let me know if anything should be changed :) Dated for Jan 3rd!

The most of their early morning consisted of packing everything valuable they had to trade and saddling up the horses. Lithia never really traded many heavy things, so the most of her tradable goods fit in a small backpack she hung on the horn of Gezi’s saddle. However, they brought with them many furs, some herbs, oils, and cookware, among many other useful items that’d fetch a decent price. All they wanted was to bring home some items that Salsola needed more than the ones it was letting go of.

Pressing against Lithia’s body was her black leather armor – a bit of armor she had traded for some months ago. It was of decent quality, though she didn’t wear it all that much. Rarely did she find herself in a situation where all-out combat happened – except perhaps a war, but the one that had passed had come and gone without much of her help. Her black leather armor was kept in a wooden chest at the foot of her bed and only saw the light of day on occasions such as this – tasks that promised violence if they weren’t careful. Every step the leather squeaked with her movements, but its pressing folds kept her a little warmer. It shielded her chest and waist, and she had purchased gauntlets for both her arms and legs as attachments. Lithia meant business.

At her hips was her utility belt, equipped with her two short swords, a dagger, a canteen of water, and a few bags of dried, pain-killing herbs, should she need them. It had been a long time since Lithia had stepped into a warrior role – one that she had been trained for since birth. It felt comforting, form-fitting, and right to be in this position.

The wintry air blew her silver-tinted hair from her shoulders and Lithia looked over at Cleome from the back of her painted stallion, Gezi. ”So, run through what you need me for again… just so everyone’s on the same page. What’s the plan here?” Not that he hadn’t told it to her already; Lithia just liked a refresh right up until the very last minute.

Last edited by Lithia Napier on Sun Mar 04, 2018 7:20 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Thu Jan 04, 2018 11:22 pm

606 Cleome's cloak, for ref ;3

The Last Supper had put a serious dent on Cleome's reserves, plenty of useful things he had were traded away in order to make the food he wanted for the feast. Things that now needed to be replenished. Not only that, but his own work with tailoring had been slowly eating away things like colored threads, silk and cotton, multiple dyes. If he wanted to keep working, he'd need to restock on those. And by the clear appraising from the clothing he made for the occasion, chances were that more and more of the Family might come to him for new attires.

So he saddled Ondi up with the traveling harness along with her usual tack, needing it to attach the large saddlebags him and Lithia were splitting between their two mounts. Of course, if they found any interesting wares that would benefit Salsola as a whole, they'd try to bring it back, but the focus was his own grocery list. He did take the time to say goodbye to Lace, and tell her where they were headed, just in case. And after meeting up with the Associate by the stables, they didn't waste time leaving. The Valentine was fine with the quiet, since it was still early, and voices tended to echo a lot inside Amherst because of the many buildings.

He did, however, notice how well-prepared she was. When he said that he could use an escort to Freetown, he wasn't expecting her to be so into it. He had absolutely no problem with the armor and outfitted belt and weapons; it meant she wasn't taking chances with their safety. The Confidant, however, tried to hide away his lack of armor or weapons beneath his traveling cloak, and took some comfort on the dagger hidden on his thigh beneath his long tunic. He was no fighter, and didn't try to pretend otherwise, and he knew a trip like that shouldn't be made alone if he wanted to stay alive. And so many had just come back from a trip to the Outpost in Portland, it would be unfair to ask them to travel with him. So, he recruited Lithia's help. Seems like he called on the right person.

Eventually, Lithia broke the silence, making the overo mare beneath him lift her head in attention. He had already gone through the details with her before, but he didn't mind refreshing her mind. Not too much at least; maybe he was too used to the others in Salsola, since many knew how to hang on to the slightest gesture and intonation of words, anything and everything that would give them an edge inside the ranks. Or maybe she still needed time to figure that out. Well, the plan is, get to Freetown to meet with a traveling merchant I know will likely be there this time of year, to get a few things I'm in need of. Bringing in anything interesting for the pack is also a possibility. And you'll watch my back during the trip, so that when we get back, I'll put in a good word about you to our friends. He said, not quite his usual soft tone but not quite Renee's overly-accented drawl, and hoped she'd catch his switch of terms for the Kingdom and the Family. Which reminded him. And out here, I am Renee Armoise, wandering trader. You should find an alias for yourself too; we don't give our names to Outsiders. He said in a more hushed, serious tone. He wasn't her Sponsor, but it was still his duty to keep her from making any serious blunder out here.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 06, 2018 7:30 pm

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Her main purpose at Cleome’s side was to be his guard, to make sure nothing harmed him in the process of his trading (or maybe it was more like swindling). Lithia had not made a big deal about her trading skills when she joined Salsola. She spoke highly of her sneaking and information gathering skills, and perhaps that’d be what she’d be known for. If up to her, Lithia would have preferred to be known for those things. However, seeing Idrieus and how well the career had done for her, Lithia wondered if she could make herself rich, too, just by learning the right things to say, the right way to barter.

Perhaps someday she could waltz into the Last Supper with a bunch of expensive wine in her wake to just give out to the rest of her pack mates like it wasn’t a dent in her coin pouch. Perhaps someday she’d be able to trade with others for fine jewelry at a great price to adorn herself, her boss, and the Hierophant in to gain that favor she always sought. Perhaps someday she’d be able to employ her own bodyguard so she could put all her focus on trading and nothing else.

”Sounds like a solid plan...” she commented, falling silent to listen to the rest of Cleome’s words. She hadn’t known his name very well - this being the only time they worked together directly since she joined back in September - so calling him Renee all of a sudden might not have to be such a change. ”Renee,” she repeated, letting the sound roll off her tongue and the tone settle in her throat. It was a smooth sound, only slightly jostled by the rhythm of the horse beneath her thighs. ”Right. Call me... Itzal.”

It seemed only fair that she’d name herself after her father. No other name felt right in her mouth, used to represent her. She had thought of using her mother’s name... but even Axelle could be reckless. It’d be stupid to call herself someone’s name who could have possibly caused trouble before. She didn’t think Axelle was much of a trader, but she couldn’t risk that sort of thing. Knowing the bit about her father, she had to only assume he left and... left. Itzal hadn’t been the sort to trade either, and he mostly stayed away from Luperci camps anyway - what with his blood lusts and all.

Her father’s name was the only one worthy of claim. And she was the only one worthy enough to wear his mask.

”Have you run into trouble with the traders up there before?” Lithia asked after a long silence. She wondered whether Cleome expected trouble or he was just really cautious.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 21, 2018 12:34 am

316 sorry for the delay x~x

Lithia accepted his explanation, and he smiled to himself as she tested his alias in her tongue, and Cleome wondered to himself how familiar she was with the French tongue. Plenty of speakers back in Salsola, among his kin from Ame Rouge and a few others, and she should pick up a bit of the lilting accent in no time. Or at least enough to mimic the words without butchering them with the less graceful sounds of English tongues.

Itzal. Such an unusual name, like Lithia. Napier was definitely French, but he had no idea of where his companion's chosen first names could have come from. Very well, Itzal. He agreed, his slight accent tinging the name and making the T a little too harsh, but he rolled with it, smiling back at her. The silence stretched just long enough that he figured it would last, but the woman was speaking up again, asking him a question. Well, I have had no trouble, precisely. But Freetown is now run by gangs since the Red Star fell. Gangs that do all kinds of unsavory things to stranger that come nosing about their turfs. We won't be straying too close to the town itself, but close enough that showing weakness is not an option. He explained to her, especially since his last few visits there had been just passing by with Salsolan caravans. But what he had seen from a distance was enough to make the Valentine wary. One can never be too cautious out here, Itzal.

Again a short beat of silence, as Cleome kept careful note of their surroundings now that they should be clearing the city ruins for good. How about you? Have you been to Freetown recently? He asked, curious, wondering if the woman had any previous experience with the town since the Red Star, when so much of the lands here had changed.

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POSTED: Sun Feb 04, 2018 5:09 pm

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”Understandable,” she confirmed coolly. If Freetown was run by gangs, then she’d have no problem dispatching any trouble they came across, but then again, she was only one Luperci. What happened if a gang of them came to rough them up? The thought settled upon Lithia’s mind and she wrapped her cloak tightly around her frame. Then she’d have the best fight that she’s had in a while. She wondered if she should have been training before this trip. She wondered if her current skill would be good enough.

Even being raised on combat skill and prestige, Lithia strayed away from capitalizing on it like her mother and father had. Lithia didn’t plan on being a warrior. She wanted to be something else. There was only so much prowess in being a good fighter. She wanted to play from all angles. She wanted to sit in the shadows and know all the things: troublesome things, good news, bad news, and blackmail, all of it. It was crazy what others would do to keep their names clean.

”Do the traders belong to the gangs? Or are they found outside of the city, too?” She had a hard time understanding why the gangs would care about others coming to trade. Perhaps they’d be upset with strangers settling in their lands, sure, but those coming to trade usually only stayed for a few days before moving on. Or perhaps Lithia had limited knowledge on how gangs worked when not bound by pack laws and such.

"I haven't come to Freetown since the Red Star fell... I trade locally, if anything. But perhaps it's a good thing you brought me here. How else would I become rich like Idrieus if I didn't familiarize myself with the dangers of Freetown?" Lithia offered a smirk if Cleome looked back at her, letting a snippet of her personal goals slide for the hybrid's ears.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 13, 2018 9:49 pm

319 Sorry for the delay x~x.

Again there was a short lull to their talk, not that he really minded. Cleome looked up at the slight overcast, and hoped the weather didn't take a more sour turn during their trip. Going off in a trip like this during winter was not always the wisest move. But he knew by now that the caravan held itself to very tight and precise schedule, it was their honor and professionalism on the line after all. And if he was to get the items he needed, it had to be now. Or wait another handful of months for the caravan to pass by again, and he couldn't afford to wait, at least not this time. His own honor and professionalism was on the line too.

Her next question brought him back to their conversation. No, they are part of a traveling pack of merchants. They come and go, help to keep the flow of goods on the land. They camp near enough the city that anyone interested can find them easily enough, but never too close to step on the wrong toes. He explained, knowing them more by reputation and the merchant's own words. But everyone he had met who had traded with them had nothing but high praise to give them, that they were reliable and fair in trades. Sometimes even on the charitable side. Lithia's remark and smirk made Cleome raise an amused eyebrow towards her. Oh, aiming for the trading life, are you? Surely I don't have to tell you that it is no easy life, and not quick to get into either. Building a good name for yourself takes time, and no small amount of luck. He remarked, looking at the Associate with new eyes. If that's how you plan to get rich, then maybe Freetown isn't the best place for you. Aim for Portland, instead. Gangs are too much work for too little gain.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:43 am

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The rhythmic steps of her steed lulled Lithia’s mind further and further into thought. She imagined herself rich, adorned with beautiful fabrics, high quality weapons, and the source when one needed something valuable. She wanted to be renowned, wanted. She wanted to be the one others sought when they needed something of high quality and value. When Cleome spoke, she listened intently, taking mental notes here and there. He seemed to know his stuff, and even though Lithia had been small-time trading for a long time, she hadn’t been to Freetown or Portland very many times at all. Portland, none, Freetown only once or twice. There was still much for her to learn, and perhaps she’d choose to hang around Cleome a bit more to learn what he knew.

”No, of course not,” she answered curtly, as was her way. Nothing came easy; nothing came without practice and hard work toward a common goal. ”But maybe sticking by you will help me pick up on a few things since you seem to know your way around trading more than I do. Freetown is one beast to tame. If I came make my way around the gangs here, there’d be nothing left for me to fear in Portland.” Of course, words of such a task and actions were very different. It would all depend on how it played out for her in the end, and surely, such trouble would not befall them this trip.

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