Torn

Whispering gossip

Ian tries his best to smile kindly, yet even his fright is readable in his eyes. 'Indeed, Let's avoid that subject... You wouldn't want trouble with the high priest after all...' Ian replies and finishes with a fake, worried chuckle.

'I know that I'm good company, but mostly creatures visit my shop with a purpose in mind. So is there anything I can help with? A potion, a balm, or even blood perhaps? I have it all for a reasonable prize.'Emalda asks. I remain silent, shaking my head. 'Nothing of that sort, no, I actually came here for this.'Ian rumbles into his pocket and takes an enlightened rock out.'I brought you a little something.' Ian mentions with a smirk. Emalda chuckles and inspects the rock on the counter. 'Good quality, strong aura, even firm to touch. You have outdone yourself, Sir.' Emalda says as she places the rock on the shelve behind her.

She kneels and takes something out of the hollow shelve of the checkout. When she pops back up, she hands Ian a pouch with jingling coins. Ian frowns and hands it back yet Emalda puts her hands before her.'No, sir, You must take it as I'm no slave sweater nor butcher. It's a trade and you must take it.' Emalda orders.Ian's demeanor changes, his everlasting smile fades and the light in his eyes falls hallow for a moment. Emalda rests her hand on Ian's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 'Good work must be paid, I didn't mean to upset you.'Ian sighs and snaps out of his sad mood. He opens the bag and hands me a few coins. 'That is true. So take these coins, Sky, and search yourself a more suiting outfit as the modern jeans and cotton shirt wouldn't cut it here.'

Ian winks at me, I plant a kiss on his cheek and wander to the clothing section of the shop. Ian glances over his shoulder at me, his stare fixated on me for a moment. Many embroidered shirts, long capes, dresses, and even ponchos hang on display. I wander through the section inspecting every item. My ears twitch, picking up the whispers from Ian. 'How blunt can you be, Emalda, I thought you were informed.'Ian growls. 'It... slipped out, please, forgive me, high priest. I didn't want to offend you, nor the youngblood.'Emalda pleads.

'Than bite your tongue, as she might join us in the long run.'Ian states 'With the gossip of the elves, it would be a long run, indeed.'Emalda replies. I inch closer listening to their conversation from behind the bookshelves. Ian frowns and shakes his head. 'Be clear, or I swear, I will...'Ian threatens. 'Easy, Sir. It's just that they don't trust her... as she is, well. Elves and their opinions right?' Emalda questions. 'Seriously? It's her first visit and they judge as they might have encountered some vampires in early 1500?' Ian asks bewildered. Emalda shrugs while nodding.

'They want to haze her before even bringing her close to the coven. Wanted or not....' Emalda replies. 'Thanks for the warning, Its a shame that they are blind to the fact that not all creatures have the same path and hers was rough enough already. Besides that, we take very good care of her... Even through it's not always appriciated, she must feed.' Ian mentions with a sigh.

'I know, poor girl. I will keep an ear out for the gossip around town, so you will stay informed.'Emalda says reassuringly. Ian nods, trying to calm himself down.

He turns around and looks around the store.
'Sky, did you find it?' He asks, raising his voice.

I sneak back into the clothing aisle, taking a loose set of trousers, a long burgundy cape, and an embroidered shirt with colorful birds from the rack before I wander to the counter. 'It was a hard choice, yet I managed. These, please.' I say as I lay the clothes on the counter. 'You can always come back, dear, and maybe I could make something you like especially for you one day.' Emalda says, with a serious undertone.

Ian raises his eyebrow, he huffs. 'Maybe.' He pursed out of his lips. 'This would be two silver quarz, please.' Emalda says.Ian shakes his head. 'Good work, good pay. No friendly discounts, Emalda.' Ian mentions.Emalda nods and shakes her head while smiling. 'Fine, then it would be one gold groat, please.'I place the coin down on the counter and stare at its imprint. A youthful lady with long hair, surrounded by star-shaped pebbles stands around it.