Conspicuous Fashion
"Should visitors to this glorious metropolis have a look at that woman," Darwin assured me as he handed off a pouch, "in the 'fashion of Ar' will surely lose it's distinction."
"Noemi," I nodded absently as I spilled the coins on the table. Four of them. Silver. And a smartly penned note.
"Yes, the woman that cocked up the Kal-da Cafe," he nodded. Darwin's opinions in these matters was not lightly dismissed. He was once a Cloth Worker in Tabor, history I have covered elsewhere. He knew a thing or two about color and quality of fabric. Too, being of the Cloth Workers, he was of low caste. He knew a thing or two about Kal-da. I have not visited the place over the last hand or so. The rumor is that the decor resembles the vomit of a fat Turian after the thirty-seventh course.
I whistled quietly, "Four silver. That is a lot of money."
"Is she selling herself into slavery?" Darwin asked. I was just about through the note that accompanied the tidy sum. Had I not read it, I might have assumed the same thing. The woman requires discipline. Stranger things have happened than a female coming to her senses uncoerced. Not many things, mind you, but some.
"Noemi," I nodded absently as I spilled the coins on the table. Four of them. Silver. And a smartly penned note.
"Yes, the woman that cocked up the Kal-da Cafe," he nodded. Darwin's opinions in these matters was not lightly dismissed. He was once a Cloth Worker in Tabor, history I have covered elsewhere. He knew a thing or two about color and quality of fabric. Too, being of the Cloth Workers, he was of low caste. He knew a thing or two about Kal-da. I have not visited the place over the last hand or so. The rumor is that the decor resembles the vomit of a fat Turian after the thirty-seventh course.
I whistled quietly, "Four silver. That is a lot of money."
"Is she selling herself into slavery?" Darwin asked. I was just about through the note that accompanied the tidy sum. Had I not read it, I might have assumed the same thing. The woman requires discipline. Stranger things have happened than a female coming to her senses uncoerced. Not many things, mind you, but some.
"Nothing so fitting, my friend," I answered, folding the note before setting it aside. "Would you mind ending your shift on Aulus Street tonight?"
"Certainly," he responded.
Tasta lifted from the floor as Darwin left, stretching in the boneless way that she does. Her spine twisting, six paws reaching as her mouth gaped and howled in a way that put a shudder in the Cloth Worker's shoulders as he walked out the back door. She padded to the front of the room and growled a bit, her large head on a swivel. Eventually, she made her way to the low table I sat before and slumped heavily to the floor, leaning against me. I pet her about the brow, scratching between her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
"I, too, am expecting company, girl," I said.
"Certainly," he responded.
Tasta lifted from the floor as Darwin left, stretching in the boneless way that she does. Her spine twisting, six paws reaching as her mouth gaped and howled in a way that put a shudder in the Cloth Worker's shoulders as he walked out the back door. She padded to the front of the room and growled a bit, her large head on a swivel. Eventually, she made her way to the low table I sat before and slumped heavily to the floor, leaning against me. I pet her about the brow, scratching between her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
"I, too, am expecting company, girl," I said.
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