Post by Mab on Jul 17, 2014 8:20:37 GMT
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| WC: 850 | Tags: Ryker | Skills: none used |
Mab smiled briefly as she heard a woman having an argument with an inanimate object. Mab had those on occasion. Especially when on a bike. Trees just seemed to pop up from nowhere without apparent reason. Mab was half convinced they were gunning for her. But she had no proof as trees generally did not move in the real world. In this world... well in this world she would not be surprised that trees could move. She shuddered at the thought of meeting one. Her thoughts were interrupted as wolf-hair woman opened the door. As she got used to, the cleric began talking to the woman. It meant Mab only had to nod her head in confirmation. Mab was not really a silent type but she did not mind not talking too much. Besides she did not want to babble just because she liked the sound of her own voice or anything. Usually the babbling was to hide that she was insecure or uncomfortable in a situation. The babbling helped the druid to lighten the mood. There did not seem a need to do so.
Mab followed the cleric and the artisan into the house. She was careful not to step on anything, or to trip over anything. This posed a challenge as Mab felt the hallway was an obstacle course, designed to make people trip over stuff. Mab wondered why people wanted to live like that, but she stayed silent. The druid deemed it inappropriate to ask. It would sound like criticism. People got really annoyed when that happened. The druid knew that full well. So she just raised an eyebrow and left the experience of traversing a death trap something to relive for another day.
The woman excused herself for the mess, as cleaning had not been on the list due to her being busy. The only thought Mab had after that was “Ever.”
Cleaning had not been on the girls list, for like ever. Mab surmised. Mab hesitated to say it, but did so anyways. “I know a girl who has housekeeper as a subclass..... She cleans people’s houses for a fixed fee....” Mab left it trailing. Not wanting to intrude, however it might be a great solution, or not. She would leave it up to the woman. If the artisan decided she wanted to have contact details, Mab would scribble them down and that would be that. It would be helping out her friend who was always looking for new addresses to clean. Why anyone would ever pick the subclass was beyond Mab.... As if cleaning was fun ever? Mab focussed on the task at hand.
While Mab looked at the list Ryker wrote; she looked puzzled. Mab had no clue what a decal was... so as far as she was concerned she did not need one. The druid wrote down her name and mostly copied what the fox-tail had jotted down. But different the reel and the guides would be painted a glossy white and the rod would be painted a glossy light blue. The colors where the same, but they would be opposite to the clerics fishing rod. With a satisfied grin she gave the paper to the artisan.
“Can I watch?”
Mab asked the artisan. The girl was curious about the process. This did not mean Mab wanted to intrude, or get in the artisans way. If the woman minded Mab would walk away and leave her to her work. If she did not mind the druid would stand a little to the side and watched silently as the artisan did her work. Either way was fine with Mab, but if she could watch she would. It seemed the woman did not mind at all, she gave a non committal grunt leaving it up to Mab to decide. It mean Mab watched the work the woman did. It seemed to the druid that this artisan was very skilled indeed. She seemed to effortlessly create the colors that where asked for. Within minutes the fishing rods had the correct coloring and needed to dry for a few more minutes.
“That.... was great!”
Mab said to the artisan. The woman had done a splendid job. All it needed to do was to dry for a few more moments and they had all they needed to go fishing. Mab’s stomach decided to pipe up and let out a hungry growl. Mab looked guilty across the room....
“Yep that was me...”
The girl confessed. She remembered that she had bought slices of cheese cake and other goodies from the desert shop, and well... she was hungry. Mab took out her slice of cheese cake from her inventory. Broke it in half and offered a piece to the artisan. The other half of the first slice, well she stuffed it in her mouth. It was so tasty she just could not take smaller bites. She watched as the wolf-hair took a puzzled bite from her piece. Mab felt delighted as she noticed the woman’s eyes turned larger as she took in the great flavor of the cheese cake.
