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Kaeleer => Nharkava => Topic started by: Chaaya Kapoor on Jul 09, 19, 10:08:04 AM

Title: Retail Therapy
Post by: Chaaya Kapoor on Jul 09, 19, 10:08:04 AM
Caring for animals was time-consuming.

For the most part, the forest provided a good majority of feed, resources, and shelter for the hellephants and other animals in her care. Lush greenery to eat, or to strip for fibers for baskets, or to use for thatching for roofs – that sort of thing. Water was a-plenty from the rains and streams. And the hunters and gatherers of their little group regularly brought back meats and vegetables for the table. It took a lot of work, caring for all of those animals, but it was worth it.

Still, there were some things that the forest could not provide – certain medicines and supplements, textiles for clothes, sturdy shoes, and some of the more hard-to-find foods and sauces. Even though Chaaya stuck to the forest and the ranch as much as possible to keep from being discovered, she eventually had to venture into the towns for supplies.

Okay, let’s just be honest: she really  wanted to go shopping.

On her days off – when she actually had  a day off – Chaaya left at sunrise on a horse, winding her way through the forest paths until she came to a large enough town to support her needs. Today, as she rode into that town, she was humming a spirited song to herself. The moment the first person greeted her in traditional Nharkavan style, a bright smile split her face. Ever the extrovert, Chaaya needed days like this to recharge her people battery.

“What’ll it be today, Tuk-tuk?” she conversationally asked the horse beneath her. “Market first? Or the dress shops? Don’t forget that I need some new shoes after Maru ate that other one.” Tuk-tuk didn’t even snort or whinny to acknowledge that he had heard her or would remind her yet Chaaya continued to talk to him all the same.

She would keep up this same sort of conversation with just about anyone she crossed paths with as she made her way through the market, then into a few shops for some new saris and jewelry (with a break at a restaurant for a quick bite to eat), then into a shoe shop for some sturdy boots, then to a Healer’s place for some new salves and supplements, and then back to the market for more things.
Title: Re: Retail Therapy
Post by: Shivesh Mandir on Jul 12, 19, 05:36:36 AM
The air was crisp with morning freshness when Shivesh howled in severe frustration. "Whaddya mean you don't have any grains? You had a stockpile yesterday when I came to see about buying some!" He huffed at the man who currenly operated the granary, pouting his bottom lip out at the man as if that would convince him to magically have grains he didn't have. "Come on man. It's me! I'm running low on supplies at the farm. You know anyone with grains to spare?"

There was of course nothing the man could do to help Visah the farmer, who owned a farm up north and required large grains to feed the herds he shepherded for livestock rather than Shivesh the Ranchmaster who was gathering the grains to help feed the hellephants in residence. The end of the conversation left him with a huff, a grumble and a boot to the ground. A rock skipped, echoing his disappointment.

"Oh well!" He said. "Can't be easy all the time." He tucked his hands into his pockets and stalked away from the granary with a light whistle. Off into town he went to find some grub.

He strolled through the market square until he caught sight of a familiar face from the ranch. One of the Hellephant trainers. The corners of his lips twitched upward, slightly, at the sight of her not planning a rebellion or smuggling goods for the ranch or anything righteous or so-called 'rebellious' but doing something inane and mundane like rummaging through shoes as if they were all going out of style tomorrow.

So like any proper fellow he decided to stroll on up behind her as she was looking at shoes. "What are YOOOOOUUUUU doing?" He said, his humored voice lacing the word with a higher pitch than normal. He eyed the shoes and smiled, an eye twinkling in humor. "I have to say madame, those would look utterly dreadful on you." His tone mocking someone of a level of sophistication above 'plebian'.
Title: Re: Retail Therapy
Post by: Chaaya Kapoor on Aug 07, 19, 02:59:34 PM
She was so engrossed in looking at the shoes (they had colorfully beaded straps and looked just PERFECT for dancing!) that when she heard a mostly familiar voice behind her, Chaaya let out a loud EEP! of surprise, startled, and whirled around to see who was spying on her.

The sound of recognition that she made was somewhere between a squeal of delight and surprise that this particular person was talking to her, so it came out something like, “AAAAAAAAAIIIIEE!” even with the bright, blushing grin on her face.

Since he had forgone formalities, she did the same. Probably safer, to be honest. They weren’t really supposed to be letting everyone know who they were. And her squeal probably had attracted just a little surprised attention. Oh well. She threw her arms around Shivesh quickly as though they were old friends reuniting and that dispelled any concerns from bystanders. “I should ask the same thing of you!” she answered. “Out and about are we? Shopping? What luck! Me too! You can give your opinions about my shopping and help me find a few things.” It was easy to order around a friend when she wasn’t thinking of him as the Seat of Rajendra. Whenever he came to the ranch, that was a different story. He was there for business, the business of rebelling. This was not business.

Chaaya picked up the offending shoe and shook it at him a little. “But don’t be obtuse! You apologize to this beautiful piece of footwear! Can you imagine how wonderful it would look during the spring festivals? I can. I’m thinking of getting it. It would look perfect with this sari!” She held up a lunette patterned red, blue, and orange sari with her other hand, modeling it against her hip. “What do you think?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
Title: Re: Retail Therapy
Post by: Shivesh Mandir on Aug 07, 19, 03:24:01 PM
The girl dared hug Rajendra's Chosen. The agent of ends, the minion of Death itself. So Shiveh responded exactly as Father charges those who follow Him.

He picked her up in a bear hug.

"Everyone's gotta have some fun every once in a while! Stop and smell the flowers. The farm is fine, so I figured come out and enjoy the day." Though when she told him that he could help her shop, he narrowed his eyes at her. The humor in his face though never left. "Why? You'd look better naked. Why do you need MORE clothes?" Two could use the fact that they were masquerading to have a little fun. "But fine! Fine. I can help. Keep in mind though! I am a horrible shopper, have no fashion sense, and get flustered at which apples to buy at an apple cart."

When she offered the shoe to Rajendra's chosen he gave a smile. The shoe would be a perfect sacrifice on the bonfire. Even Rajendra needed to look suave. He arched a brow, let out a sigh, and rolled his eyes. "Fine! Fine. 'Sorry, o' heel of walking. You deserve every accolade given to your beautimousness." Though the other point, about the festivals, seemed to make him think of something else. "Fesitvals huh?" The ranches have never had a chance to do anything other than miser about in woe over their string of losses. Morale was not plummeted as it was, but still a concern. Perhaps a party. Invigorate the spirit with something other than death, mayhem and carnage.

Not a bad idea, Chaaya.

He eyed the sari and then the shoe. Wasn't it supposed to be the sari goes with the shirt? Why does the shoe have to match? Oh well. He'll trust her judgement. He wasn't lying when he said his sense of fashion was low. The most fashion he knew was the robes of the priesthood of Rajendra...and they're not the most fashionable people either. "They don't look bad together! You should try them on, see what they would look like."
Title: Re: Retail Therapy
Post by: Chaaya Kapoor on Sep 05, 19, 11:58:06 AM
Shviesh’s comment that Chaaya would look better naked and therefore shouldn’t buy more clothes earned him a finger wag of disagreement, a sort of mannerism most women used to lightly remind a male that he was stepping right up to a boundary and shouldn’t cross it. But there was mirth in her eyes, mostly because he was definitely not her type (no male was) and was willing to joke about that. “Why am I not surprised that measly apples give you issue?” she teased. How entertaining was that? The chosen of Rajendra – unable to pick out fruit!

His high praise of her shoe earned him a delighted laugh. “That’s more like it!” she remarked. She darted behind the clothes rack to shimmy into the sari and shoes and then returned a moment later, sashaying playfully as she displayed the brightly colored attire. “What do you think?” she asked, turning this way and that.

Whatever his opinion, since he had already admitted that he had no fashion sense, Chaaya would not be swayed. These shoes were PERFECT! She was absolutely getting them! And the sari would brighten up things so that was definitely coming along as well. She shimmied out of her intended purchases and back into her own clothes and then dragged Shivesh along to pay. She didn’t even bother haggling. This time.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” she asked once done. With arms linked, they stepped out of the shop and back into the fray of the market. Sellers could be heard hawking their wares and every sort of smell assailed them. “Let’s find some food! Your pick,” she said as she looked around. She waved at a few other people that she noticed while Shivesh decided.
Title: Re: Retail Therapy
Post by: Shivesh Mandir on Oct 28, 19, 06:05:55 AM
the finger-waggle. The stern hips. The *shake shake* of the index. Code males everywhere knew. The intensity of the finger-waggle made Shivesh cross his eyes at her finger. Then laugh. "Ha! I told you that you knew." The laugh came from the gut. Hearty and full.

"Because they are apples." He complained. "I apple is an apple! Just take one! But noooooo. That's not how you shop for apples." He shook his head. One of the god's greatest puzzles that solving it would bring eternal enlightenment. The mastery of understanding the complex meaning to finding the right apple in an apple cart. He crossed his arms and huffed, punctuating his disagreement with a stern face and stance.

Then she slipped away and came back, sari and shoes worn. She looked nice. He couldn't complain. Mostly it was the lady who made the shoes. If she sort of just trotted out he thought they might not looked as good. He simply gave a thumbs up to her fashion display then awaited her return when she changed again.

After the not-so-harrowing experience of checkout, which he was surprised there was no haggling involved they were back on the street. Chaaya a shoe and sari richer and Shivesh giving a large yawn as she said that she was hungry and wanted to go find food. "I could....*YAAAAWWWNNN* I could eat! It's been a bit." He *patpatted* his stomach for emphasis. Then came the arduous decision of where to eat. A choice that has dogged everyone for centuries. Where to go...for food.

"Let's hit a vendor. Not feeling in the 'sit down' mood. I'm out for the day, need to get my legs their workout." He decided, stalling for time by wanting to 'window shop' for food. It didn't take long until the level of mouth-watering and stomach grumbling made him hit a curry stand to get a bowl of Rogan Josh ( Mmmm. Meat. He paid, and paid for Chaaya's choice of food as well. He even tipped too. Shivesh had a bias toward vendors rather than restaurants. He tended to find the vendors more flavorful and unique, thus more satisfying, than restaurants.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." Came from him after the third bite, which was simply a continuation of the first. "Good choices, good choices. Wanna try some?" He offered the bowl to Chaaya. "So you just out here shopping for clothes, or do you have any plans that I am accidentally getting in the way of?"
Title: Re: Retail Therapy
Post by: Chaaya Kapoor on Nov 21, 19, 03:28:32 PM
 Her eyes twinkled at the mention of finding a street vendor for food and forgoing a full sit-down meal. She could definitely do that! Out and about and walking. It was such a nice day outside, far too nice to be cooped up indoors. “Let’s hope it doesn’t take you so long to find food as it does for you to pick out an apple,” she teased as they looped arms and began walking down the street.

Luckily, it didn’t. Shivesh’s stomach probably had a lot to say about that. He stopped at a curry stand and picked something out for himself rather quickly while Chaaya took a moment to pick out her own meal of chicken and vegetable satay with korma dipping sauce. As she bit into it, wrinkling her nose for emphasis, she muttered a “thank you” for him paying, the food muffling most of her words. She giggled at his loud enjoyment and nabbed a morsel from his bowl when he offered, reciprocating with her own sticks for him if he wanted.

“You, Shivesh, are never in the way of things,” Chaaya told him as they continued strolling. “But since you’re here, you can help me find some things on my list!”

She didn’t have a list. Just a wicked smile that said it was all written in her mind.

“I need some things that I can’t get at home,” she said, cryptically leaving out the ranch from their conversation since they were in public. She made a graceful move, twisting her foot out in front of her to show off her shoes again. “Besides shoes,” she added. “Spices, mostly. And some medicines. Healing salves. You won’t believe how many cuts and scrapes I have to patch up on a daily basis!” On both man and beast, though that last part was purposefully left out.

“Some raw cotton or linen bolts might be good too,” she rambled on. “Make curtains or bedsheets or silly costumes for the…kids.” Fur kids. Hellephant kids. The idea of one of her hellephants draped in colorful fabrics like a circus creature had her smiling. Shivesh would most likely guess what she was thinking about.

But before they could get to any of those things, something bright caught her eye and, like a magpie, she veered towards it with a gasp of delight.