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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Anton Aldermann, the stately old reindeer is standing in the street just outside the lodgings chosen by the LongTech Company, waiting for those who want to tour the city to join him. It is cold here in the streets of the city, and the reindeer has supplemented his priestly robes with a heavy cloak, though he leaves his head uncovered. The street itself is underground, along with most of the city, though it seems to be lit by natural daylight shining down from the high, cavernous ceiling and beings of all descriptions bustle about, laden with warm furs and the tools of their various trades.<br> <br>A small flick of Flora's tails, and the feline joins Anton, dressed in a thick robe that is meant to keep her warm, a smile on her face. "The other beings should be here soon, yes. |
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| + | Meanwhile, Trace, clad in a warm mantle, guides Sveta into the street as well, nuzzling against her beak. "Told you a robe was a good idea, hon. Roots or no, 'tis colder than you expected, isn't it?"<br> <br>As dapper as ever, Cassidy wanders down the street. Her usual longcoat has been replaced with a fur-trimmed black leather long coat, open just enough at the top to show off the white dress shirt and the bowtie. A deep purple scarf was wrapped around her neck and trailing behind her while her ears were perked up and stuffed into her tophat. "Hope I did not keep you waiting," she says, before flashing a smile towards Natska. "It'll be nice to see if they point out any sights we might have missed!"<br> <br>Accompanying the fennec, Natska is wearing a black leather jacket over her blue blouse and black slacks, her gloved hands in the pockets of her jacket. She grins back and nods, then inclines her head towards Flora. "Thank you again for the opportunity, Flora. This is an exciting trip. And thank you for showing us around, mister Altermann."<br> <br>Sveta allows herself to be guided out alongside Trace - dressed in thinner clothing, perhaps, but her feathers are certainly fluffier than they usually are. "Oh, I'll wrap up," she says. "Just for you. And yes, thank you for showing us around, Mr. Aldermann. You'd think things would be warmer underground, though."<br> <br>Anton smiles serenely at the gathering group. "Aldermann, Miss Natska," he corrects gently, "Best to be careful about saying names correctly here. The people of Thera'Dor are all very proud of their family names!" The reindeer looks over the small group. "If we are all here?" he asks, then continues, "Let us begin with the little market, shall we?" He leads the little group along the street. "It IS warmer underground, Svetlana Kuznetsova," Anton says, "Above us, we are coming into the true winter here. It truly becomes so cold above that the trees freeze and shatter! Though it is not that cold yet." After a short walk, the reindeer stops and points out a gallery of shops along a pair of intersecting streets. "This is the artisan's quarter," he says, "The Little Market, where the finest goods of Hilrock are bought and sold." And it is true, all of the shops look quite fine, though none of them seem to advertise more than their names on little plates on their doors. Some do not even have goods displayed in their windows, how odd!<br> <br>A browraise, a flick of Flora's ears. "The shops do not... Display their wares? How... Odd. Is this customary here? Would Flora have to take that into account if LongTech Industries opens up a shop here?" the she-cat asks after a moment of contemplation, her ears flicking lightly. | ||
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| + | Trace, meanwhile, clicks his beaks lightly and chuckles. "You're still wearing thicker clothing already, dear. But I appreciate it," he chirps lightly, smiling gently.<br> <br>Cassidy rubs her chin as she nods. "It certainly has been a lovely city thus far! Though I am also curious as to Flora's statement. It's something I noticed, myself! I am not used to seeing the wares being advertised openly!"<br> <br>Natska bows her head to the reindeer. "My deepest apologies, mister Aldermann. My father told me that his grandparents came from here, back in the past, but I myself have not been... keen on the family name." Her ears flick and she looks at the shops, giving Cassidy a nod. "Mmm. We will have to come back some time and browse them at length."<br> <br>Sveta fluffs and cranes her neck up to give Trace a quick, modest peck on the cheek. "If you say so. If you say so." She clears her throat a little. "Flora, Papa told me something about this. I'd have liked it to be some quaint cultural reason, but it's not. This is the best of marketplaces - if you don't already know the prices or what's being sold, then there's no point heading in. The names of the establishments - some of which have existed for generations - are all the advertisement that is needed."<br> <br>Anton bobs his antlered head. "This is not a place for casual shopping," he says, "These are some of Thera'Dor's finest craftsmen and artisans. They require no advertisement." The reindeer points to a nearby door. "For example," he says, "This shop belongs to Ivar Gorodetsky, maker of fine crystal." The indicated shop has heavy drapes in its windows, hiding the inside from view. "When a customer goes to Ivar, they say only what pieces they need," Anton continues, "Eight glasses, four bowls, one great punch bowl. Then, Ivar makes it. There is no reason to give him instructions, because what he will make is finer than even your greatest dreams! And his prices are crueler than even your worst nightmares." The reindeer folds his hands in his robe. "Perhaps we shall continue to the great market, now," he says, "It is better for shopping, I think."<br> <br>Flora nods and flicks her ears. "Flora understands. It makes... Sense, yes. Flora will also have to contemplate certain things, but that's for later, yes," she mumbles, before flicking her quartet of tails behind her. | ||
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| + | Trace nods along with Sveta's explaination as well, an arm wrapped around Sveta's shoulder, kneading lightly as he nudges her beak again. | ||
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| + | "Lead the way, sir Anton."<br> <br>Cassidy nods slowly and follows along, yawning a little. "Yes, the larger market was better for shopping, I think! I'll have to come by here later, though, perhaps... When I'm more acquainted with what each one does." She reaches out to try to take Natska's arm in her own as she shuffles on. "Certainly an interesting place. I love it!"<br> <br>Natska is perfectly happy to continue arm in arm with Cassidy; she sways against the fenenc for a moment, letting her hip bump into Cassidy's with a small giggle. She reaches over with her free hand to pat Cassidy's arm, then turns her attention back to teh guided tour.<br> <br>Sveta nods, sighs, and leans in to grab ahold of the crook of Trace's arm. "Let's go, then. Looking will be just fine, I think..." | ||
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Anton Aldermann, the stately old reindeer is standing in the street just outside the lodgings chosen by the LongTech Company, waiting for those who want to tour the city to join him. It is cold here in the streets of the city, and the reindeer has supplemented his priestly robes with a heavy cloak, though he leaves his head uncovered. The street itself is underground, along with most of the city, though it seems to be lit by natural daylight shining down from the high, cavernous ceiling and beings of all descriptions bustle about, laden with warm furs and the tools of their various trades.
A small flick of Flora's tails, and the feline joins Anton, dressed in a thick robe that is meant to keep her warm, a smile on her face. "The other beings should be here soon, yes.
Meanwhile, Trace, clad in a warm mantle, guides Sveta into the street as well, nuzzling against her beak. "Told you a robe was a good idea, hon. Roots or no, 'tis colder than you expected, isn't it?"
As dapper as ever, Cassidy wanders down the street. Her usual longcoat has been replaced with a fur-trimmed black leather long coat, open just enough at the top to show off the white dress shirt and the bowtie. A deep purple scarf was wrapped around her neck and trailing behind her while her ears were perked up and stuffed into her tophat. "Hope I did not keep you waiting," she says, before flashing a smile towards Natska. "It'll be nice to see if they point out any sights we might have missed!"
Accompanying the fennec, Natska is wearing a black leather jacket over her blue blouse and black slacks, her gloved hands in the pockets of her jacket. She grins back and nods, then inclines her head towards Flora. "Thank you again for the opportunity, Flora. This is an exciting trip. And thank you for showing us around, mister Altermann."
Sveta allows herself to be guided out alongside Trace - dressed in thinner clothing, perhaps, but her feathers are certainly fluffier than they usually are. "Oh, I'll wrap up," she says. "Just for you. And yes, thank you for showing us around, Mr. Aldermann. You'd think things would be warmer underground, though."
Anton smiles serenely at the gathering group. "Aldermann, Miss Natska," he corrects gently, "Best to be careful about saying names correctly here. The people of Thera'Dor are all very proud of their family names!" The reindeer looks over the small group. "If we are all here?" he asks, then continues, "Let us begin with the little market, shall we?" He leads the little group along the street. "It IS warmer underground, Svetlana Kuznetsova," Anton says, "Above us, we are coming into the true winter here. It truly becomes so cold above that the trees freeze and shatter! Though it is not that cold yet." After a short walk, the reindeer stops and points out a gallery of shops along a pair of intersecting streets. "This is the artisan's quarter," he says, "The Little Market, where the finest goods of Hilrock are bought and sold." And it is true, all of the shops look quite fine, though none of them seem to advertise more than their names on little plates on their doors. Some do not even have goods displayed in their windows, how odd!
A browraise, a flick of Flora's ears. "The shops do not... Display their wares? How... Odd. Is this customary here? Would Flora have to take that into account if LongTech Industries opens up a shop here?" the she-cat asks after a moment of contemplation, her ears flicking lightly.
Trace, meanwhile, clicks his beaks lightly and chuckles. "You're still wearing thicker clothing already, dear. But I appreciate it," he chirps lightly, smiling gently.
Cassidy rubs her chin as she nods. "It certainly has been a lovely city thus far! Though I am also curious as to Flora's statement. It's something I noticed, myself! I am not used to seeing the wares being advertised openly!"
Natska bows her head to the reindeer. "My deepest apologies, mister Aldermann. My father told me that his grandparents came from here, back in the past, but I myself have not been... keen on the family name." Her ears flick and she looks at the shops, giving Cassidy a nod. "Mmm. We will have to come back some time and browse them at length."
Sveta fluffs and cranes her neck up to give Trace a quick, modest peck on the cheek. "If you say so. If you say so." She clears her throat a little. "Flora, Papa told me something about this. I'd have liked it to be some quaint cultural reason, but it's not. This is the best of marketplaces - if you don't already know the prices or what's being sold, then there's no point heading in. The names of the establishments - some of which have existed for generations - are all the advertisement that is needed."
Anton bobs his antlered head. "This is not a place for casual shopping," he says, "These are some of Thera'Dor's finest craftsmen and artisans. They require no advertisement." The reindeer points to a nearby door. "For example," he says, "This shop belongs to Ivar Gorodetsky, maker of fine crystal." The indicated shop has heavy drapes in its windows, hiding the inside from view. "When a customer goes to Ivar, they say only what pieces they need," Anton continues, "Eight glasses, four bowls, one great punch bowl. Then, Ivar makes it. There is no reason to give him instructions, because what he will make is finer than even your greatest dreams! And his prices are crueler than even your worst nightmares." The reindeer folds his hands in his robe. "Perhaps we shall continue to the great market, now," he says, "It is better for shopping, I think."
Flora nods and flicks her ears. "Flora understands. It makes... Sense, yes. Flora will also have to contemplate certain things, but that's for later, yes," she mumbles, before flicking her quartet of tails behind her.
Trace nods along with Sveta's explaination as well, an arm wrapped around Sveta's shoulder, kneading lightly as he nudges her beak again.
"Lead the way, sir Anton."
Cassidy nods slowly and follows along, yawning a little. "Yes, the larger market was better for shopping, I think! I'll have to come by here later, though, perhaps... When I'm more acquainted with what each one does." She reaches out to try to take Natska's arm in her own as she shuffles on. "Certainly an interesting place. I love it!"
Natska is perfectly happy to continue arm in arm with Cassidy; she sways against the fenenc for a moment, letting her hip bump into Cassidy's with a small giggle. She reaches over with her free hand to pat Cassidy's arm, then turns her attention back to teh guided tour.
Sveta nods, sighs, and leans in to grab ahold of the crook of Trace's arm. "Let's go, then. Looking will be just fine, I think..."
