In days of olde... [Argentia Philo + Rosella Sharpe ... and Weasel. A Street in Veilgarden.]
Argentia sat listlessly on the bench outside her lodging house, the cries and laughter from inside ignored as she caressed the small tan weasel on her lap. She had finally turned in the damnable mushroom epic poem comissioned by the slimey fugi farmer, and been paid accordingly. Even the echoes in her purse didn't help the fact she'd spent several weeks on the blasted thing. She never wanted to see, hear or, most especially, write about a mushroom again.
Two lovers, arm in arm, strolled by. The woman, hardly that even so young she was, stepped dainty, her tiny hand glasped in the youth's adoring hands. No doubt his mits were sweaty, like the ernest virgin a few nights before. He had hardly lasted a minute... the first time. But he'd a fist [sweaty] of echoes and was willing to make it worth her while to let him try out his fantasies. She sighed and ruffled the fur of Weasel's neck backwards to annoy him. He skittered at her angrily until she petted it right again.
Gent watched the lovers out of sight and stood. "A walk, Weasel?" she asked. The creature glared as she walked unhurriedly away from her lodgings. In the opposite direction the lovers had gone in.
Two lovers, arm in arm, strolled by. The woman, hardly that even so young she was, stepped dainty, her tiny hand glasped in the youth's adoring hands. No doubt his mits were sweaty, like the ernest virgin a few nights before. He had hardly lasted a minute... the first time. But he'd a fist [sweaty] of echoes and was willing to make it worth her while to let him try out his fantasies. She sighed and ruffled the fur of Weasel's neck backwards to annoy him. He skittered at her angrily until she petted it right again.
Gent watched the lovers out of sight and stood. "A walk, Weasel?" she asked. The creature glared as she walked unhurriedly away from her lodgings. In the opposite direction the lovers had gone in.