"A durability enchantment? That's all?" Useful, but not useful enough to shell out money, she decides, feeling for the cash in her pocket. Havin' it out gets customers, now and then." Couldn't go shatterin' it if I wanted to, now, without removin' the enchantment. "Had that enchanted a long time ago to make it durable. Ha ha ha ha…" When their strained-if-earnest laughter subsides, they finally offer up an explanation, apparently in higher spirits, if their grin and tone of voice provide any indication. #RAVIO STRIKES AGAIN CRACK#"Even when it's kept out of the light, a gleam comes off of it."Īs far as she can tell, her attempt at cutting to the chase is well-received, Jasmine watching as a more natural smile spreads across the shopkeeper's face, turning into a crooked, three-fanged grin as they crack a joke. Whatever they were hiding, she figures, she could get it out more easily by directly saying what she knows already instead of by beating around the bush. "I can see the shine of an enchantment," she states bluntly, taking the orb into her own hands for her own inspection. "What made you ask?"Īcting like they didn't know? When there was so much more energy in their voice now, while they asked a simple question, than at the outset of the conversation? "Normal glass," they answer, after a moment, setting the orb back down. "Hmm…" They take the crystal ball in hand, raising it into the air and bringing it closer to their face, as if inspecting and contemplating the glass orb itself while searching for an answer to the woman's question. Guess I could sell you a package if you're lookin' for a deal." The question seems, mostly, to leave the shopkeeper confused, Seam's forced smile faltering as they show their befuddlement plainly on their face, but the hint of interest that colors their voice convinces Jasmine to probe further. "With it? Don't have any junk that goes with it. Ignoring the other assorted knicknacks out on display, the woman points right towards the crystal ball, the flash of curiosity in her eyes unmissable. Name a price if you see any junk you like." As tired as they sound and as hoarse as their voice may be, she can’t say that the merchant fails at trying to be friendly, wearing a smile, if a strained and weary one. "Don't have much here that's not junk to most. At this hour, though, it, by any logical reckoning, stood no chance of so strongly reflecting the sun’s light. "Shining in the dark?" Maybe early in the morning, given the angle of the sun and the position of the stall’s curtains, the orb could catch the light. No sunlight strikes the crystal ball, set out on display and yet seemingly hidden in the shadows of the heavy black curtains hanging where most any other stall would have a sign, but, nevertheless, its gleam reaches her eyes. It takes but a moment spent looking back over her shoulder, finally giving the market more focus than she gives her book, for her to know with certainty that the light isn't deceiving her. Even fewer take notice of her once she begins moving again, with nobody noticing that, for all her focus on her book, the woman occasionally spares a glance, out of the corner of her eye, at the stalls and booths she passes.Ĭlothing, home decor, potions, and other goods get her attention only briefly, some items available in the market, she notes, worth returning for, but nothing strikes her as a necessary and urgent buy, so onward she walks.Ī reflection of the sun’s light, that was all it was, right? If she had seen it correctly, though, it couldn’t have been reflecting the light, could it have? Well, perhaps she had missed something. Few pay her any mind, most opting to treat her as an obstacle to be avoided, even as she finishes jotting down her note and continues onward, trusting herself - apparently - to avoid walking into anything as she turns the page and picks up where she had left off. Someone’s comment on her outfit goes unnoticed, the woman tuning out the transitory idle chatter and the transactions of the market as she focuses on words fixed in print.
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