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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 4:44 pm
It wasn't often that Juhua was able to meet fellow craftsmen -- or craftswomen, as it were -- and her usual purposeful stride had an edge of anticipation to it. She didn't have the facilities to craft wares right there in Palisade, but she did have the room to make her own incense, tea, and herbal remedies, and the prospect of doing a craft trade with someone who would appreciate the patience and skill needed to create a product was particularly exciting.
When she rounded a corner too fast and bumped into a shelf, she had to take three deep breaths and remind herself to slow down. Knocking over her shelves wouldn't make the jewelry-maker arrive any sooner, and it would make an awful impression once she did arrive. With both feet better rooted to the ground, she moved at a more sedate rate through her store, double-checking that everything was in its place.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:44 pm
"You know I can't bring you," Briony scolded, ignoring the slight ache murmuring in her chest at the words. "I can't be seen with a... deer, what would people think?" Jasper snorted from beneath her, scuffling a golden hoof onto the dirt floor, obviously not impressed with social niceties, and trod over to her pile of clothes that constituted her bed. The guardian tripped over the last rag, and fell tail-first into the pile. "I can't," Briony continued firmly, stifling a snort. "I am meeting with another craftsman, a lady -- what if she hates animals?" There was a burst of indignation from Jasper, whose legs were still in the air, and Briony replied, "Yes, I know you're not an animal, but you must admit you look like an overgrown colt. Besides, I have to look credible. What if she refuses to trade with me? What if she won't make me tea?"
Her eyes were wide and horrified. Jasper stuck her face to the ground, eyebrows black with coal dust, looking for all the world like she was ignoring Briony, but the fluttering in the back of Briony's head meant that her guardian was laughing at her, again. Briony pouted.
Her guardian tipped her head back and forth, and, with a silly twisting of her body that only young animals could manage, she kicked the large knapsack that lay next to her with her back hooves and toppled over the bag that was almost as wide as she was tall. Jasper rolled to avoid the spill, and tossed her head as though telling her human what a brilliant idea she had had. Briony watched warily as Jasper nudged the bag until most of its contents spilled out, stepped over the cutting wires and shears and baubles, and backed into the bag. Her large, oversize fawn's head stuck out like a rag doll.
"You want me to -- hide you --?" Briony said in disbelief. Jasper rubbed her chin on the floor and looked at Briony with large bronze eyes. "You are joking. No, you are not." The jeweller hesitated, but truth be told, she did not want to leave Jasper in the forge, and the fawn was small enough to fit into her knapsack. "If you get caught, this will be entirely your fault," she informed the guardian, giving into her young fawn's antics.
The brown-and-bronze guardian snorted, and seemed to fall asleep in the knapsack. Briony blinked, shook her head, and went back to carefully sweeping gemstones, wire, and trinkets into her pouch. She was meeting the foreigner at the tea-shop she had last visited. What astonishing tea, Briony thought back in pleasure. However strange and uncivilized the foreigners were, they certainly knew their tea. Tying the last string on her pouch, she nudged Jasper's head with a foot and swept everything back into the knapsack, ignoring her guardian's frantic scrambling and irritated green huffs to avoid the pliers sliding her way.
"Your. Fault," Briony said primly, as she tied the bag, with Jasper still in it, shut. "Now you be quiet -- you can stick your head out once I've loaded you onto the carriage." She patted what she thought was Jasper's hind through the knapsack, and went outside to tell the driver they were ready. The driver nodded his head to her, and went inside the forge to collect her bags, grunting with exertion as he hefted the bag with Jasper inside to carriage.
"Oh, that will go with me," Briony said quickly. Jasper giggled in her head with excitement, flashes of excitement bouncing between her ears. "That has all my work! No, that will go with me."
"Of course, ma'am," the driver said, and lumbered over to the carriage door. He dropped the bags inside, and strode to the horse. Briony locked the forge doors and couldn't help but skip a little with glee. A teamaker! How exciting.
They rode quickly from the western Palisade, stopping to cross the ferry -- which rattled both Jasper's and Briony's nerves -- and made their way to central Palisade, where the teamaker's shop resided. The carriage stopped in front of the small shop, where curling letters wrote Golden Flower Imports onto the window. Briony got off the carriage, letting the driver drop her bags at the door, and then waved him away with his payment.
Jasper was huffing in her head with irritation from within the knapsack. "I told you not to come," Briony whispered fiercely, adjusting her flyaway hair. She bent down and opened the bag, letting Jasper tumble out, and snapped the bag shut. The guardian rolled over the ground, legs wobbling, and then straightened with a gold flare of perkiness and amusement. She cocked her head at Briony, a lance of mischievousness dancing through her golden eyes, and without so much as a by-your-leave, headbutted the store door open and pranced in.
(( I AM SO SORRY I WROTE YOU LIKE A NOVEL LOLOL and half of it is entirely irrelevant to our RP. ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:21 pm
 Right as Jasper entered, she'd find herself nose-to-nose with another fawn. Seathi skittered back on ungainly legs and almost overbalanced, but thankfully didn't hit any of the shelves. "Seathi," Juhua scolded, coming out of the back room with an arm full of jars -- only to blink, askance, at the fawn that had entered, then up at her keeper, the jewelrymaker she'd arranged an appointment with. "Oh! Good evening -- I'm sorry, I didn't hear the bell from the storeroom. Please, have a seat. I'll be there in just a moment." She'd arranged chairs at the checkout counter, and already brought out several sweet-smelling jars of herbs and tea. Once she'd set down the ones already in her arms, she went to the front, to close the front door so they wouldn't be interrupted by more customers. The chairs were tall, but sturdy and quite comfortable, and they were arranged facing each other over the counter. There was a tea set already there, as well as a plate of what small sweets she'd been able to make. She hadn't been able to perform tea ceremony for weeks, not since leaving her homeland, and she was excited to be able to share her craft with an audience who would appreciate it.
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