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"Nope! No husband, tall nor short, means more fun but I truly think it would be nice to be wanted. Then again I think I'd get too distracted in the tales of the other wives if I ended up with a powerful man in his harem, and a man that wasn't powerful wouldn't have the stories nor the exciting thing to keep me stimulated" *leans against the other gnome and gives him another hug before hopping up to her feet once more, unable to sit still* "I will need to talk to you about herbs and what I can do for you for them, I have plans"
*Smiles* Well, a long time ago, probably before the time of a lot of people in this room a young gnome left her training amongst a particularily well-loved group of women who train a select few the arts of pleasing people, but that is a story for another day *waves her hand dismissively* She had a spring in her step for a great many roads were laid at her feet, countless possibilities to live, to love and to learn. Alas she found most doors closed to her, the strongly human populace found it hard to understand her. Despite whispers that powerful men and women were seeking exotic companionship most would not 'stoop so low' as to take in someone quite so short. We gnomes however are known for our longevity and our lust for.. well everything really.. so she continued onward. The standard routes for a woman of her training closed she instead cut her own route, finding all sorts of wonderful things and experiencing all sorts of amazing things. Yet still something appeared to be missing, a small hole within her that would not fill. That was until one night, not so long ago, when she saw a light outside her window as she tried to sleep. Crawling out of bed and hurrying outside she soon found the source of the unearthly glow, the most breathtaking sight in all Golorian, a pure white being of indescribable grace and presence. The equine pawed at the ground and dashed off into the ditance at unbelievable speed. The gnome followed as quickly as her little legs would take her, soon finding herself lost and alone in unfamiliar territory. It was there she met her first pathfinder, he showed her the way back to her room and to a new life. A life where she could stand tall and not fear that she would be discounted due to her height. *grins brightly before looking at Parald with a giggle* I also have a tale about those things as well, but I will not tell another tale until I've heard a good one from you!
*grins brightly and squirms a little to get comfortable in his lap* Why would you want a finger? Unless it does something interesting.. is it still magical? Does it float? ..or if it's truly of value shouldn't it be on display somewhere rather han in your pocket where any common thief could chance upon it?
But what about the creatures that do not die? Hmm? They really don't fit into your philosophy do they? Poor poor immortals, tsk.. *with a payful grin she tears her attention away from the osiron and launches into an energetic dance, skipping, jumping and twirling around the room, a bright laugh following her*
What do you know? I know a great many things, far too many to tell you right now. I know stories, oh so many stories, stories of wonder, of daring deeds, of countless treasures! And more beyond! Then there are the songs and dances. *Does an excited, graceful little twirl* I can also tell you te ingredients of almost any perfume, scent or fragrant oil, us gnomes have great noses like that *taps the side of her nose* I also know the other things that come with harem training, how to please people in copious ways regardless of race, gender or size. Although I also learnt that powerful human men don't mean 'short' when they ask for exotic wives *shrugs* their loss. It means I get to learn a lot more things and live, love and enjoy everything!
Ah! So you like the mustache! Many women do but I wear it for the men ... I mean to distract the men. When they come at me with their daggers drawn, they are so caught wondering 'How does he grow such a dark, thick, and bushy mustache?' that they are slow to move and I cut them to pieces with my scimitar! Is good, yes? *climbs up onto a table to get a better look* Has that ever worked? ..and why would men be coming at you with daggers? Nobody brings daggers to a scimitar fight! Right? *Jumps up and down a little* Do you do interesting and dangerous things? Can I help?!
Girl-child, I think the smoke from the hookah is be clouding your mind and soon to be stunting your growth. Come on the balcony and clear your mind and we will be trying not to be pushing each other off. *blinks* You know what? You have strange facial hair, doesn't it get ticklish? Or is that why you keep it. You remind me of my second-cousin Fluntrioak, only he had far curlier facial hair.. and it was green, but other than that you look like him, only, you know huge! *grin* |
