roleplay :: guess i'm pressing my luck in the middle of town.

Feb 27, 2009 02:20


Wanda has had another one of those days where she's rushing everywhere- she didn't dress as practically as she ought, perhaps, but there are things she needs for the house and she didn't even realize it until she got up that morning. (She'll do this for another few weeks; presumably her housemates just tolerate it ( Read more... )

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cailisairgid February 27 2009, 08:58:50 UTC

Nuala tends not to wear heels, but considering the standard length of any gown she wears - it's not as though anyone can really tell the difference. The slippers she tends to wear instead are easier to get around in quickly; given the amount of time she spends lately exploring and 'running errands', extremely handy.

This is what she's doing now, of course - she's still very interested in the notion of a little store like the one Lilia imagined, and when she has the time, she devotes afternoons to looking through what's available and not human-owned. It's a little self-indulgent, and her approach to making money is more that of a noblewoman with a quaint hobby than anything else, but she's sweet about it.

A woman in red draws her attention - once she has it, there's something intriguing about her, but the first thing that catches Nuala and slows her is the familiar accent. (Pietro Quicksilver, who carried himself in a way she found familiar and seemed so sad.) She draws nearer, curious- "Excuse me-"

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unhexed February 27 2009, 09:51:34 UTC

Wanda glances up at the voice, noting the woman's appearance- but she doesn't hesitate or even pause, straightening up once her heel is secured with a smile in place already. It's natural. She wonders who this is, though, if it's someone she knows... but no, her memory is intact, isn't it, now? She's sure of it. Certain.

She never used to doubt herself like this. Oh, well.

"Yes?"

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cailisairgid February 27 2009, 09:54:44 UTC

No, no one she knows - and no one who knows her, either, there's no real recognition in Nuala's expression or eyes as she stops. "I don't mean to interrupt you," she says, politely, "but I've only once before heard an accent like yours - I've wondered where it came from, but I hadn't thought to ask. I hope you wouldn't mind if I ask you, instead?"

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unhexed February 27 2009, 16:37:30 UTC

"Oh, no, of course not-" She's wondering where Nuala heard it before, though, it's not exactly common. "It's Romani Transian. Transia is a very small country in my world; it doesn't seem to exist in a lot of others, so naturally it leaves us speaking rather distinctively, even in the multiverse."

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