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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:39 pm
This particular evening, Nouă was quite busy. The man had run out a moment before the fabric stores closed, barely making it in and having an old woman yell at him before following him like a starving vulture. After getting barely-acceptable fabric, he piled it into quite a few bags and carried it back to his tiny little corner shop, where a few of his better creations hung in the windows, the small rhinestones on them glittering in the light of the sunset. Grumbling unhappily, he struggled to find his keys before pouting, reaching up to hang four of the five bags on his antlers. It definitely unbalanced him, but if he leaned his head up against the door...
Carefully, he slipped his keys out of his pocket and into the keyhole, unlocking the door, pushing it open--
ACK. Pushing? Why pushing?! Or so read the strange thoughts in his head as he toppled, top-heavy, into his shop, the cloth and plastic bags falling all across the floor and making him groan unhappily. Luck. He had none of it. Grumbling softly, he dusted himself off and started to gather the cloth, having forgotten to pull the door shut after himself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:43 pm
"Are you all right?" came a soft, willowy voice behind him. It was small, and still young, a little girl seemingly have walked by as he fell in.
In the next moment, several of the items seemed to disappear off the floor in front of Noua as the girl and something else - something small and fluttery - picked the fabric up and set it aside. Carefully, a pair of hands wrapped around Noua's waist and a little sprite appeared in front of him, the pair combining their efforts to pull him into a standing position.
The girl in question was a child with a snake lower half and long blue hair. She was a rather scaleless looking naga, and very sleek and round rather than long and thin like most snakes. She smiled sleepily up at Noua and the sprite floated over to sit on her shoulder now, a little blue haired thing that looked almost as elegant and wistful as she looked sleepy and gentle.
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