Sweet to mouth and low to sigh. Come buy, come buy.

[forwhomtheytoll]

The Goblin Market Meme
Based on the Demon's Lexicon

A haven from magicians, a tourist trap, and most of all – a business; the Goblin Markets of the world are places of wonder and magic. Within these mobile night markets, you can find a collection of potion makers, fortune tellers, goods and true answers traded by money or favours.

Things to do:

JUST VISITING: perhaps it's your first time at the market, found through need or by invitation. Take your time browsing through the shops: enchanted weaponry, protective charms, fine crafts and decor. Go get your fortune told.


STEP IT OUT: as a dancer, you're one of the main reasons people show up. Dancing is not only a performance, but done correctly - it can call up demons who will trade their services for a price. Careful - breaking the circle or a misstep can be disastrous. No one wants to be possessed.


WHAT A LOVELY WAY TO BURN: fever fruit and fever blossom water can be a quick way to lower inhibitions. From a dancer, the fever blossom is a way to show favour. How that turns out depends on what you do after.


BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK: if you need a demon's mark removed, or answers to questions that can be found nowhere else, stop by the dance circles. Demons never lie. And their price is always higher than you think it is.


HOME IS WHERE...: you have our own booth, is the leader of the market or are one of the many persons who make their home at the market. Maybe you've got your own abilities - a Pied Piper perhaps, or a necromancer. Not everyone who has magic goes on to become a magician. There's a life outside the market, yes - but it's not where your heart is set.

Comments

[kinetosis]

The pink one.

[ As if it's obvious. But just in case it isn't-- He gestures vaguely toward the back of his head, in a bit of impromptu sign language that probably wouldn't make the slightest lick of sense to anyone who hasn't seen a greater forest nymph flitting about with a voluminous pink ribbon in her hair.

Plucking the extra blossom out of what serves for his own, Cloud examines it briefly before holding it out to her, instead. Though he's long since passed the stage of only making meaningful exchanges (and those begrudgingly, at best), now and then there's still a passing tension in even the humblest of secondhand offers. ]

...I'll have more where that comes from.

[more_than_words]

[The bubbling good humor shifts when he holds out that flower for her, softening, soothing from sunlight specks to moon light whispers and there's no hesitation as her hands reach in response, petals falling from the one hand that had been keeping them in gift of something imminently more precious to her. It's not for the flower, though it's beautiful in its simplicity but rather for the gift of it and it's a silent sign of just how far they are from where they began that she accepts his offering without hesitation or qualm, fey-wild though he still is to the strands of her that are still mortal, equal mix of trust and willingness to give anything in return.

She doesn't thank him though as her fingers curl around the delicate stem, not with words at least. She never thanks him with words anymore. Instead she leans in, a tip of her chin, and her lips brush his in a soft kiss, sun dried honey and new grass. One of her hands leaves the flower stem to brush his cheek - and then it's finding the worn fabric of his shirt as she pulls away and giving him a light tug toward a chair, indication to settle there inherent in the way she moves and the cheerful smile is there again.]

Is that a threat or a promise?