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Lycanthrope
20 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Street Urchin
None
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Wolfsong
Jul 23, 2018 16:44:25 GMT -5
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Jul 16, 2018 22:51:29 GMT -5
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Post by Emilia Langstaff on Jul 21, 2018 9:08:46 GMT -5
Emilia found herself wandering the market district today. She was starving, but that wasn't anything new. She was hoping to make some money with her violin music today, and she set up near some food stalls. Her music was lively and children danced while their parents shopped. It was all a cheery display, until the string on her violin snapped.
Now this wasn't the first time she'd broken a string, and wouldn't be the last, but getting a new string meant another day without food. Emilia looked down at the small amount of coins she had earned, and sat on the ground. It wasn't enough for anything. The life of a street urchin just didn't pay. She sighed and wondered what her life might have been like if she'd stayed at the orphanage. She supposed she could have learned a trade if she hadn't been adopted. She could have made musical instruments to sell, or maybe worked at the smithy.
Well dreaming took the mind off hunger for a short time, but the smell of something cooking caught the young woman's senses. Emilia sighed and laid back, enjoying the smell, daydreaming what might have been, and what might be cooking. When someone stopped to peer down at her, she only opened one eye to see who it might be.
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"There's always another secret"
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Human
24 Yrs
Working Class
Single
Blacksmith
N/A
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Naming
Sept 5, 2018 6:40:00 GMT -5
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Jul 19, 2018 21:53:39 GMT -5
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Post by Maria Venture on Jul 22, 2018 19:58:36 GMT -5
Maria made for an odd sight as she strolled towards the marketplace, dressed in the clothes of her work as she was. Her hair was usually enough to draw some measure of attention from those she passed, and the thick leather apron she currently wore over her regular clothes only served to make matters worse. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail and a smudge of soot smeared across one cheek, her appearance practically served as an announcement that she had come directly from her father's shop, presumably on one errand or another.
She had moved through the marketplace quickly, walking with a clear sense purpose, right up until the sound of music had reached her ears. Maria quickly veered from her path then, seeking out the source - her curiosity piqued by the lovely and unexpected sound, and then the equally unexpected halt that followed.
It took her a few moments to pick Emilia out of the crowd. Only once the merrymakers she had attracted so far began to disperse did Maria finally spot the urchin where she had come to rest. She took a few casual steps closer then, but otherwise remained silent, contemplating her find. When her gaze drifted over the violin with its broken string, everything quickly became clear.
She would hold her ground as the urchin suddenly opened one eye, standing there casually with one hand on a hip. Only after a few seconds spent in passing silence would Maria finally speak up.
"...when was the last time you ate, kid?" she would ask, a hint of concern creeping unbidden into her voice.
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Lycanthrope
20 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Street Urchin
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Wolfsong
Jul 23, 2018 16:44:25 GMT -5
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Jul 16, 2018 22:51:29 GMT -5
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Post by Emilia Langstaff on Jul 23, 2018 16:44:25 GMT -5
The woman peering down at Emilia was a bit dirty and a little disheveled, like she was. However, the presence of the apron told her that she wasn't an urchin as she was. Well, that and the fact her figure wasn't emaciated. She'd asked her a question, and Emi shrugged.
"'Tis very rare a day that one wonders about an urchin like me. Most would rather walk on by, allow them to starve and never mourn their loss. One less person to get underfoot is all they think."
She sat up, laying the violin across her lap. "But since you asked, 's been three days."
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"There's always another secret"
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Human
24 Yrs
Working Class
Single
Blacksmith
N/A
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Naming
Sept 5, 2018 6:40:00 GMT -5
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Jul 19, 2018 21:53:39 GMT -5
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Post by Maria Venture on Jul 23, 2018 21:16:38 GMT -5
Maria would eye her new find critically for a moment, before a small smile slowly began to curl the edges of her mouth. Oh, now this definitely was amusing. She hadn't expected a street urchin to be so well-spoken, or introspective. That said, she wouldn't have expected one to know how to play the violin, either. Whoever she was, this woman was certainly full of surprises, and Maria invariably found herself thinking that this could prove very interesting indeed.
"Most urchins don't have an instrument, or any sort of musical skill to accompany it. Definitely not enough to attract a crowd like that, or draw in someone like me" she answered. A bit of a half-lie, given her natural curiosity and love of the arts, but Emilia didn't nee to know that. As she spoke, the blacksmith's daughter would drop down onto one knee, so that the two of them were somewhat closer in height. Easier to look each other in the eye this way, or so she liked to tell herself.
Knowledge of the errand she was supposed to be running lingered in the back of Maria's mind, but now the woman was loathe to run off without pursuing this any further. Perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone? Get to know her new friend a little better, and offer her a modicum of help at the same time.
"I have some shopping to do. If you come and give me a hand, I'll share a bite with you as payment" Maria would answer. In her admittedly limited experience, people were more likely to accept a stranger's generosity when it was made under such a guise, so that was the offer she made to Emilia now. She was somewhat mindful of the fact that her own family wasn't particularly well off, but...well, they had stretched their budget enough to feed three people once. They could do so again, especially if it were only for a day.
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