𝘝𝘰𝘭'𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢

Her pockets and bag consist of a few rations, broken arrowheads, two gold pieces and a plain rock along with basic needs.

[ ~☆ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ☆ ~ ]

❝𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁, 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗻. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝗼, 𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁?❞

◈ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯)

◈ 𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢: 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦

◈ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!)

◈ 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘣𝘺: 𝘮𝘦 (𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘹)

The stone cup was crudely carved and a little jagged, but it provided a little texture and friction hence the lack of any handles.

The caffine inside of the cup was purely black, you couldn't even see a reflection of light in the coffee.

"Your compliments are appreciated by the way."

She smiled.

"Ah so you were wearing a gauntlet? I thought you were a dragon for a moment."

She hesitantly reached out and touched his chest armour, feeling the chassis.

"Isn't that uncomfortable? Ah, pay me no mind, I wanna hear your thoughts about the cup I've made for you."

She squeezed one of his fingers to confirm it was his hand.

"It may not be much, but think of it as a thank you for sharing."

She put a large and hot stone mug in his hands, the aroma was stronger now and the cup weighed quite a bit.

"You don't have to tell me, tis nice of you to be so courteous~"

She would have to reach out to get a feel for wherever his hands are, patting the palm of his hands, getting a feel for where she could put her rather obvious gift.

"Your hands feel like pure iron and leather..."

She'd cover her mouth and chuckle.

"I do apologize sir, I hope I didn't leave as bitter of a review like that coffee."

Behind her was a hot smoke rising in the air and the smell of coffee beans.

"I do have a gift for you however. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

She snuck up behind him,and tapped three times on his shoulder, nails clinking off thr shoulderpad.

"Is it too early to be up?"

"Good afternoon."

"Its quite cold, don't you think?"

Tobi-Kadachi Commission #MH

// Happy birthday!

*She giggles behind her hand.*

"Are you trying to flatter me?"

*The dragonborn leans on her hip, cocking her head to the side.*

"So you're a smith I'm taking it?"

"Coming from a dragon, don't you find it difficult to drink through that cask of tin that you have wrapped around your head?"

*She patted around for a surface to put the mug down on, and she did find a table, but she put the mug right on the edge of the table.*

"It is still quite bitter... I would have to say it is an acquired taste to enjoy such a drink."

*She offers her own leather canteen to him.*

"Have you ever tried water?"

*She said with a smirk growing across her lips.*

She snatched the finger out of his hands and ate it.

"What kind of sweet is this?"

She cupped the mug, she inspected the mug with one hand, feeling the bottom and handle, eventually she found the top by accidentally dipping a finger into the mug. She shook her hand, but did take a tiny sip from the top.

"What is this?"

*She peers over the smiths shoulder.*

"Sorry to pry, but may I try a sip?"

"тнe ѕword and ѕнιeld oғ тнe people. ι ғall υnder no ғlag or ĸιngdoм. нowever oυт oғ тнιѕ ѕυιт oғ ѕтeel, ѕιlver and leaтнer, ι aм вυт a нυмвle вlacĸѕмιтн."

🪓 тravelιng warrιor

🪓 вlacĸѕмιтн aт нearт

🪓 ғrιend тo мoѕт вυт noт all

// #MVRP #SKYRP #SFW #NSFW //

The dragonborn seems intrigued, watching beside Shocker fidget with the ring.

"You're all in for a SHOCKER! HAHAHAHAHA! I'm so funny..."

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵

"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰?"

PS: 𝘕𝘰 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

Muse Info:

Vol'Slaria is a naturally blind silver dragonborn, her profession is as a Arcane-Archer whos ideals is just for the better of the world.

She is a shy Dragonborn but she is also tough lady, her demeanor can change quick if provoked.

Vol'slaria is a friendly person, she won't bite.

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮.

𝘉𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦!

#DndRp #Mvrp #Blueskyrp #Roleplay