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Aspen contemplated his remark about his mother. What had brought that up? Aspen was rather embarrassed, for she didn't want to seem like an old lady like he was suggesting. The large saber that Aspen cared so much about walked between the two as the headed to the fletcher, sky darkening.
There was a light in the boy's eyes that hinted that he wasn't letting off what he was thinking. Aspen wished that he would, there was something very interesting about this individual. Though, for how bad Aspen wanted to know about him, she wasn't going to ask. Whether he was like Aspen herself or different, Aspen didn't like to tell much about herself unless it's asked. She felt as if that was boasting and that was one thing that Aspen did not like to do.
Aspen looked up at the sky as they made their way to the shop and let out a small sigh- hopefully the fletcher would still be willing for work. She didn't want to bother or harass the man with how hard-working he was. Being a fletcher must be a very demanding job, after all. As the sun drifted behind the horizon, causing giddy blue to form to vibrant pink, Aspen looked over at this man. She didn't even know his name, and he didn't know hers, yet he was being very polite to take time out of his day..er, night.. to direct Aspen to a shop. Perhaps she would catch his name after the fletcher.
The time they arrived at the shop, the sky held stars that flickered in the violet sky. Aspen lowered her head, she didn't want anyone to notice her glowing eyes. Though how hard the Night Elf tried, there was no way she could hide her ghastly pink eyes, unless she wanted to walk around blind. However, that would not be good considering she was a huntress and minor rogue.
The stranger, no that wasn't the right word for him.. Gently nudged Aspen into the shop and Aspen quickly dipped her her to the fletcher. With a large yawn and stretch, Lansing curled up outside the shop while the two stayed inside to do business. Lansing wasn't fully trustworthy of the new-comer yet, but the cat was aware he could rush in with the sound of help at any moment. Aspen had to slouch slightly, for this building wasn't built to meet her height. It was rather embarrassing, having to slouch in a building. "Good afternoon, sir." Aspen started, "I've come to purchase some arrows, if you don't mind."
(ooc/ Can you play the fletcher for this?)
There was a light in the boy's eyes that hinted that he wasn't letting off what he was thinking. Aspen wished that he would, there was something very interesting about this individual. Though, for how bad Aspen wanted to know about him, she wasn't going to ask. Whether he was like Aspen herself or different, Aspen didn't like to tell much about herself unless it's asked. She felt as if that was boasting and that was one thing that Aspen did not like to do.
Aspen looked up at the sky as they made their way to the shop and let out a small sigh- hopefully the fletcher would still be willing for work. She didn't want to bother or harass the man with how hard-working he was. Being a fletcher must be a very demanding job, after all. As the sun drifted behind the horizon, causing giddy blue to form to vibrant pink, Aspen looked over at this man. She didn't even know his name, and he didn't know hers, yet he was being very polite to take time out of his day..er, night.. to direct Aspen to a shop. Perhaps she would catch his name after the fletcher.
The time they arrived at the shop, the sky held stars that flickered in the violet sky. Aspen lowered her head, she didn't want anyone to notice her glowing eyes. Though how hard the Night Elf tried, there was no way she could hide her ghastly pink eyes, unless she wanted to walk around blind. However, that would not be good considering she was a huntress and minor rogue.
The stranger, no that wasn't the right word for him.. Gently nudged Aspen into the shop and Aspen quickly dipped her her to the fletcher. With a large yawn and stretch, Lansing curled up outside the shop while the two stayed inside to do business. Lansing wasn't fully trustworthy of the new-comer yet, but the cat was aware he could rush in with the sound of help at any moment. Aspen had to slouch slightly, for this building wasn't built to meet her height. It was rather embarrassing, having to slouch in a building. "Good afternoon, sir." Aspen started, "I've come to purchase some arrows, if you don't mind."
(ooc/ Can you play the fletcher for this?)
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