Roleplay

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Icarus picks up the copper gears and wires from the coppersmith and walks back to his father's tent. He takes in the familiar sight and smell of oil and metal, and the slight fragrance of pine that the clocks had. His step-mother, Felicity, was sitting at a table, Andrina and Astra at her feet. She smiled warmly as Icarus walks. He sighed and set down the small box of copper parts and the flasks of machine and lantern oil. His father nods off to a row of clocks. Those need to be delivered. He stated. Felicity snapped in that Icarus needed a break, but couldn't compete in arguing with Daedalus as he barked back at her. Their argument was short-lived, but it was enough to send Astra crying. Icarus sunk into his shoulders and he started lifting the clocks onto his back-- Each weighing around 150-155 pounds. Seven clocks, were now carefully stacked and strapped onto his back. He took the paper with addresses and such from Felicity and headed out of the tent, his belly scraping the ground from the load on his back. He started up the long crowded streets.

"Oh, just taking a break from a delivery run," Torald said, one hand clutching at the strap of his satchel. He looked away from the crystal Spiral for a moment to look at the crowds in the marketplace. It seemed like a pretty average day, though it seemed that there was an unusual amount of activity at the painter's stall. Perhaps some new piece was revealed? he wondered.

He returned his gaze to the dragon in front of him. "I'm Torald. Might I ask what your name is?" he asked, fins flicking upwards to show his curiosity.

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Icarus stopped. He gave a frustrated look at a palace guard. Isn't he suppose to be.. Guarding the palace? He continued slowly walking, still staring. He usually never saw such.. Royalty in some of the lower bazaars. He also pointed out the amazing amount of activity at a painter's stall. He was actually quite amazed-- He hasn't seen many large groups of people recently. Something caught his eye, which probably usually wouldn't. If he wasn't in such a free-flowy mindframe, he would have just kept on walking. But there was a painting of IceWarden, his deity. The deity he was born under. He walked quickly to the sides and pulled out a small sack of money, money he had been saving up. he had around 5,000 gold pieces- pieces he had received as tips for delivering these clocks on time- and from Felicity who sometimes was able to pay him for his work. He wanted that picture of IceWarden now.. And he usually never wanted anything. There was somewhat of a line, but he slipped onto the edge of the counter. "Um, Excuse me, love. I was wondering if I could purchase your painting of IceWarden.." @RedOptics //Abyss)

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Icarus examined the painting. The colors blended seamlessly, and he seemed to emanate power. He smiled softly while he counted out 5000 gold, with 2 coins left in his pouch, and handed the large guardian dragon the payment. Icarus had not purchased something for himself in quite a while... The only thing he ever bought for himself was his satchel, which he desperately needed with all the business his father had been doing recently. His eyes scanned the painting again, exultant that it was going to be his.