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“Oh! That’s good to know, thank you…”
They’re running out of reasons to still be standing here, but at the same time, they don’t want to leave. Despite Flynt being a complete stranger to them, Orpheus feels comfortable talking to him. So here they are. Hoping he can take—
They stood for a moment, trying to take in all that information at once. That’s a lot of options.
“I should probably start with one of the smaller places, then, just to get my footing. Do you know if any of these venues also have lodging?”
“Stuck? No, nothing like that. I’m just seeing how stable the market is for performers here, before I figure out where to settle.”
Their eyes are stuck on his hands now, fascinated by his work.
“No, I don’t think so. I’ll be in town for a while, so you’re welcome to take your time on it. I’m not leaving anytime soon.”
Their eyes kept flicking between Flynt’s own and his hands. Gods, they hope he doesn’t notice…
They let out a small sigh of relief that he hadn’t picked up on what they meant.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
They stood there for a moment, the silence comfortable, somehow.
“Umm, how much do I owe you?”
“I can mask it pretty well sometimes, when it’s a smaller group around me. But there’s something calming about being here…”
They realized what they had said, quickly adding, “it must be the warmth of the fire!” to try and recover it.
“This will probably sound dumb, but… something that’ll make me less anxious in crowds, more confident. I don’t really have stage fright or anything, but the moment I’m off the stage? I’m constantly worrying. I wanna feel better about talking to others.”
“Hmm…” There’s such a variety, and they’re not usually the most decisive. But something calls to them.
“How about the turquoise?”
Quickly, they cast Healing Word, knowing that the burns from that would be a nightmare to keep working with without treatment.
“Earrings. I don’t really have a design in mind, though. Any ideas?”
He turns around, and Orpheus immediately can’t take his eyes off of the shopkeep’s own, such a striking blue.
“Yes. Enchanted. I’m— I mean, it should be enchanted.”
“Oh, that’s true. I wouldn’t want anything getting caught on my strings.”
They glance around the shop, taking in everything that’s been set up.
“Honestly? I’m not sure. I want something to wear when I’m performing, but I don’t really have anything in mind. Earrings, maybe, or a bracelet?”