Wasted breaths

Her annoyance began to grow when the shop owner returned for the third time with the wrong potion. ”This potion helps with hair growth,” She began to read the description, before looking back at the man, hopefully making him realize that this wasn’t what she asked for. ”Yes, that is what you wanted, right?” He asked, and Arlyana let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t really like her hair looked like it needed a hair growth potion, but maybe the shop owner was as blind as he was deaf. There was probably no point in trying to argue with him. And yet, she was still willing to give it one last try. ”No, I’m looking for a potion to-” She started again, until suddenly another customer came walking into the shop.

Arlyana turned her head, stopping mid sentence to look at the woman with a skin tone more similar to hers. Her eyes shortly looked her over, before taking a step back from the counter as her interest to keep asking for the potion all over again began to fade away. ”I wouldn’t waste your breath if I were you. I don’t think he understands any of the words you might say to him.” She told the woman, glancing back at the man. The fact still remained that she needed that potion, but then she might have to find it elsewhere. Funny enough the man didn’t even seem to catch her meaning, asking her if he was able to help her again. ”Maybe another day.” She spoke, already pulling her cloak further against her skin before she made way towards the door. The dress she wore beneath was a little too cold for this climate, and it showed. But then, it did earn her more money to be walking around showing a bit more skin. Her green eyes shortly met with the deep brown eyes of the other, deciding to actually wait for the woman, to see what she would do.

Just one look at her had been able to tell her enough. It told her this woman was either highly noble, or possibly even royalty - given the crown she was wearing on the top of her head. Her skin tone was quite warm, probably kissed by the sun more than a couple of hundred times. And while her own skin used to resemble something similar - even though she was still much paler in comparison, she had been living in the colder climate of Ravaryn for a long enough time to lose some of that warmth in her own skin tone. But it was not entirely gone, not yet. Her skin was still not pale enough for someone who would have been born and raised here..

Arlyana rarely missed it when someone looked her over, but when she noticed this woman doing it too, it was not in the same way most women glanced at the clothes she was wearing. It was not with the same distrust on her face, or with that judgment, telling her that the lack of fabric on her clothes would be considered too ’improper’. Instead, she actually stepped closer, not paying the shopkeeper any attention while her words implied that she was more worthy of her time. Because she never wasted her breath, and yet, she was still talking to her. Asking her what she was doing in a place like this.

Her green eyes shortly looked around the shop, before landing them back on the darker eyes of the other woman. ”Well, doing business, obviously.” She joked, letting one corner of her mouth curl up into a grin, not in any way that could be considered unpleasant, or unkind. Ofcourse she knew this woman meant something else with her question, but either way, Arlyana did not really like to talk about anything regarding her past. ”Or well, an attempt at business in this case.” She continued, smiling a bit wider before she looked back at the shopkeeper for only a couple of seconds. Returning her gaze and showing a slight bit of curiosity, possibly even a hint of temptation as well. ”A better question might be what you are doing here?”