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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 2:47:12 GMT -5
I looked down at her, smiling wryly as I felt her fingers brush me, but couldn't tell if it was a purpose or a well timed coincidence. "I shall take that as a compliment, Mirsada. And I have no doubt that if your charm falls short that you are a very resourceful woman to find other ways to get what you want." I continued to walk at her leisurely pace, but did wonder at where we were going. It was an interesting adventure. "So tell me, what do you do Mirsada? You do not have the snobbish air of some of the women I have encountered. Are you the lady of a well ruled manor? Or mayhap even married?" I asked raising my brows at the possible impropriety, then chuckled.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 13:30:33 GMT -5
“Neither,” I said, chuckling and smiling at his forwardness. It didn’t bother me as it would have many women. “I own a shop in the Artisan’s District.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 13:59:41 GMT -5
"Really?" I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows in actual surprise. "Which one?" I asked with a bit more than innocent interest. I prayed silently that she was not a direct competitor.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 14:46:00 GMT -5
“Anezka Collections,” I answered, my own eyebrow rising slightly at his level of interest. “I sell imports from around the world.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 15:09:04 GMT -5
"Ah, clothing," I murmured assuredly, my brows lowering and comfort returning to my demeanor. "And how has business been? Do you make any creations yourself? Or purely just sell imports?" I asked.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 15:15:36 GMT -5
“No, not clothing,” I said, shaking my head slightly. “We have a few pieces of clothing, but mostly it’s art, furniture, statues, and the like.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 15:20:52 GMT -5
"Ah, even better!" I said calmly, though I dipped my head at my assumption. "Where do you generally import from?"
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 15:22:34 GMT -5
“Wherever possible,” I answered, guiding us around a corner and onto a new street. “A lot of items are from Ch’n, Illyria, and Carthage.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 15:34:54 GMT -5
"Intriguing!" I said, raising my brows. "I didn't know that Terre d'Ange openly traded with Illyria."
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 19:20:03 GMT -5
“I have special relationships with many people there. My father is Illyrian and my family there is in the business as well,” I said, smiling. “It helps me get around certain barriers other may encounter.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 19:39:56 GMT -5
I raised an eyebrow, interested in what she had to say about trade. A business woman in her own right, and an intelligent, sharp minded one at that. I smiled. "Well, you seem quite the resourceful young woman! With wits, beauty and intellectual prowess," I said clucking my tongue. "What a dangerous combination. Good thing I like danger."
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 22:12:54 GMT -5
“Now you are just being flattering,” I said, chuckling. “I haven’t been young for awhile and I’m rather certain I’m older than you.”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 22:23:17 GMT -5
"Alright, I will pitch you a bet. I bet you I am older than you are. You are far too youthful, and if you are right, and you are older than I... well I have to forfeit something of your choosing. What do you say, my lady Mirsada?" I asked, pursing my lips and raising my brow.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 22:31:44 GMT -5
“You already owe me for running into me,” I said, grinning wryly. “Just how much do you want to be in my debt?”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 22:43:58 GMT -5
"To be in your debt?" I smiled. "I think I can handle it and whatever else you might throw at me. Name your wager," I said with a laugh.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 22:53:12 GMT -5
“A boon to be fulfilled at the time of my choosing,” I said, grinning.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 23:00:53 GMT -5
I snapped a finger on my free hand. "Done. Do you wish to hear what I might like, when I win?" I asked, confidently.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 23:04:17 GMT -5
“Yes, yes I would,” I said with a laugh.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 23:12:29 GMT -5
"Well, since we are having brunch today, then dinner, tomorrow night," I said with a wide grin. "Do you agree to the terms? I certainly do."
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 23:18:55 GMT -5
“I do agree,” I said, smiling. “How will we ensure that we are both being honest?”
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 29, 2009 23:24:02 GMT -5
"I..." I stammered. I really didn't know. I had no one here to attest for me, and no manner of proving it. "Hmm... how about this. We find someone, tell them our respective numbers, then we say them out loud. If either of us lies, the objective person will be able to point a finger. If we tell the truth then we are fine. And besides, there's no telling. I mean if you were to say you had thirty years, it would be an obvious lie and I would have to call your bluff. But, something tells me I can trust you to be honest, and believe me, I have no reason to lie." I smiled, thinking I had found a fool proof plan. "Well?"
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 29, 2009 23:28:46 GMT -5
“Perfect,” I said, smiling. I’d thought about doing the same thing and liked that our minds were on similar paths.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 30, 2009 0:16:24 GMT -5
"Alright," I said, flashing her a grin, before looking around where we were. "Do you mind either way if it is a man or a woman?" I asked, searching the faces that passed.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 30, 2009 0:21:04 GMT -5
“It matters not,” I answered.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 30, 2009 0:36:13 GMT -5
"Alright," I said with a smile. I saw a man walking by himself, and he seemed to be heading towards us.
"Sir," I called out, waving him over. "Sir, might I ask for your help?" I called across the road. He smiled at us both as he made his way over. "Right," I started. "Sorry to disrupt your stroll, my lord, but my friend and I have been having a debate, and have made a bet. I was wondering if you might act as conduit and stand witness to the answer. I have said I am older than my beautiful, youthful companion here," I said with a smile as I turned to Mirsada who was on my arm. "But she claims otherwise, bless her heart. I propose that we both whisper to you our ages, and then claim them out loud, and should anyone offer up a different answer than they had given you, you will call their bluff. If however, all is in place, then we will see who was right."
I looked to Mirsada, "right?"
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 30, 2009 12:06:03 GMT -5
“Correct,” I said, smiling.
The man chuckled and agreed to our little bet. Releasing Balta’s arm, I stepped in and whispered my age into the man’s ear before stepping back and looking at Balta.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 30, 2009 12:35:18 GMT -5
I smiled, following suit, I stepped forward, whispering into the ma's ear, then stepping back. He had a smile on his face, and I couldn't help but be confident that I had won.
"Ladies first, of course," I said with a small bow and an upturned smile.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 30, 2009 13:12:29 GMT -5
“Twenty-seven,” I told him, a smile curving my lips.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Mar 30, 2009 13:18:54 GMT -5
My mouth dropped open as I stared at her, wide-eyed like an idiot, dumbstruck. "There is absolutely no way in the seven hells," I murmured, giving her the once over, her body was taut, rounded in all the right places, lean, her skin flawless, exotic, her hair lustrous. "No, I can't... believe it... not that... that is old or anything," I said, stammering, for if it were true I didn't want her to think that I thought that she was old. "I mean, if this is true, you carry it well. Very well. Better than anyone I had seen in Aragonia. But then again, you are d'Angeline... at least part." I smiled at my foolishness, picking my jaw off the ground and shaking my head. I ran a hand through my hair. "I am twenty-three," I murmured sheepishly, then turned to the man. "Did she give you a different number?" I did not think she would, but I had to check, just to make sure, it was my last chance, afterall.
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Post by Mirsada Anezka on Mar 30, 2009 13:22:52 GMT -5
I couldn’t help but laugh deeply at his reaction, the stranger adding his own chuckles.
“No, she spoke true,” he said, grinning at me.
“I told you I was older than you,” I said, smiling at Balta, my eyes dancing with mirth. “And thank you for your kind words, it’s nice to know this old form is holding up.”
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