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Chirk immediately points upwards at Locke. "He told me," she says, not sparing a moment. "Numbers do much to stave off enemies," she continues, actually answering something the smith had asked, " and eyes seldom show all about someone." She smiles, not a tooth in her mouth, which makes for a bit of an odd sight.
"You need help dealing with a... a...." Chirk stumbles, having forgotten the word for a moment. "Gang, right?" she asks, looking around warily at a bevy of unfamiliar tools scattered about, and then at the assorted implements, weapons, and armors. She pets Leap, who is altogether significantly less curious about this place wreathed in metal.
Chirk looks up at Locke. "So then, you said the smithy? We should go now, I think."
Chirk just watches "Leah Corvain" walk past, thinking to herself with a fairly blank face. Once she's gone, she turns back to Locke. "Why would she lie? Very odd. Very odd indeed." she says pretty quickly, but soon she returns to the conversation at hand. "I'm Chirk. This is Leap," she says, patting the frog's head once more as it croaks, startling a few people around that hadn't seen it.
Chirk nods as Locke talks to her, occasionally muttering "Sounds good..." or the like.
Frog. Chirk had heard that word more than once before, almost always in reference to herself or Leap. She turned, spotting the girl hiding behind a corner, having not seen her earlier, not paying as much attention as Locke to her surroundings. "Yes? This is Frog. Leap Frog," she says, patting Leap affectionately on the head. "Who are you?"
Chirk doesn't hear the tall man at first, continuing to go about her business before looking up to see him staring back down. "What? A... gang?" Chirk asks, trying to think of a word in this tongue that meant something similar, before a word clicks. "If that's like a swarm, sure, she says, and then, she adds a tad absent-mindedly, " long as me and Leap get paid," standing on tip-toe to tap the head of her Giant Frog companion.
Chirk wakes up early, as usual, and prepares her spells. Before the sun is even up, she starts her gathering, preparing for a decent breakfast.
She shares a pleasant morning meal with Leap, reclining in her hammock awhile before packing up, riding Leap off to town to find something to do to replenish her stock of supplies. She wanders around, still fairly unused to the hustle and bustle of even a small city such as Eleder. As she reaches the city gates, she dismounts Leap, walking about and using her quarterstaff as a walking stick. Chirk wanders about, listening to those passing by, occasionally piping up when she hears something interesting that she might be able to assist in.
We usually use Urdu for celestial, not Elven. Not an issue, but I'm just bringing that back to your attention.
I guess that could be worse.
I'll put up my character sheet on the alias at some point in the near future, but in the meantime, here's Chirk. |
