05-30-2022, 01:55 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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Seemingly all too soon, would a voice drift by him and catch his ears, the Tom's fur ruffling in surprise. He'd let himself get carried away in his play and had dropped his guard, not that he needed to be on edge here. As far as he knew, there was no tension involved between the groups, nor for some years at least. Before his time was a mystery. Turning with a few quick links to smoothe the lifted fur, bowing his head in greeting towards Rosemary.
This was a day not unlike many before where he wished he could speak properly, and not by written word. Raising a paw to his throat, tapping it and his muzzle in an indication of inability to speak, the tom would draw his treasured notebook near and write in it before offering the book to the driest piece of land that he could find. Within it, the contents read, 'Visiting. I'm a bit of a merchunt merchant. I have wares.', before he paused, sensing the arrival of another and offering a dip of his head and a smile in Scyllios direction.
Reaching for his satchel and to open its many compartments, he paused, realizing he'd been asked for his name. Well, he was quite bad with his manners, wasn't he? Writing once again, the tom smiled sheepishly, 'Aesior Opheles. "Aye-Sea-Oar". A pleasure to meet you, Rosemary.' he would then set his satchel down as well before pawing through it to bring out its contents, paws passing over fragrant satchets of tea and other dried herbs, picking over a few pieces of jewelry within. His thoughts had been about what this group might have desired or wanted, and he'd just managed to think of a few things at first.
Second to last were a variety of spices that he'd traded for with others, a variety of rough-hewn blades and scissors, gardening tools, different glass containers among other things, dried fruits of different lands alongside different kinds of dried meat and cheeses. Pausing for a moment to write again, 'I can also procure items that you might not see before you. I am reliable four for getting requests.', the collection of what he had on hand was small, he intended to gather more items as he went, and the bigger items he had in possession were at home. Wouldn't it be nice if he could teleport items? Though, that seemed a bit more of a fantasy ability, even considering the majority of the abilities he'd seen in those around him. Was there truly a line where reality was drawn?
This was a day not unlike many before where he wished he could speak properly, and not by written word. Raising a paw to his throat, tapping it and his muzzle in an indication of inability to speak, the tom would draw his treasured notebook near and write in it before offering the book to the driest piece of land that he could find. Within it, the contents read, 'Visiting. I'm a bit of a merchunt merchant. I have wares.', before he paused, sensing the arrival of another and offering a dip of his head and a smile in Scyllios direction.
Reaching for his satchel and to open its many compartments, he paused, realizing he'd been asked for his name. Well, he was quite bad with his manners, wasn't he? Writing once again, the tom smiled sheepishly, 'Aesior Opheles. "Aye-Sea-Oar". A pleasure to meet you, Rosemary.' he would then set his satchel down as well before pawing through it to bring out its contents, paws passing over fragrant satchets of tea and other dried herbs, picking over a few pieces of jewelry within. His thoughts had been about what this group might have desired or wanted, and he'd just managed to think of a few things at first.
Second to last were a variety of spices that he'd traded for with others, a variety of rough-hewn blades and scissors, gardening tools, different glass containers among other things, dried fruits of different lands alongside different kinds of dried meat and cheeses. Pausing for a moment to write again, 'I can also procure items that you might not see before you. I am reliable four for getting requests.', the collection of what he had on hand was small, he intended to gather more items as he went, and the bigger items he had in possession were at home. Wouldn't it be nice if he could teleport items? Though, that seemed a bit more of a fantasy ability, even considering the majority of the abilities he'd seen in those around him. Was there truly a line where reality was drawn?
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