Ivory Stroud did not pass through Eshan often, but on each rare occasion, she always enjoyed her brief stay. She considered both the planet and its Native People fascinating - an ancient culture of Warriors who's prowess in battle had become Legendary across the Galaxy. She had known a number of of Echani in her life-time, had even counted them friends & confidants, and appreciated their philosophical approach to warfare and life. In the past, The Family had even once counted an Echani in one of its highest ranks.
She'd long ago lost touch with the man... but her thoughts drifted to him and others as she strolled through the Bazaar. She would stop at every shop in turn, browsing the wares on offer, and spending some of her credits whenever something caught her eye.
Mercy
Ivory approached Mercy's stall, pausing for a few minutes to greet the powerful warrior and share a flask, conversing over the Firrerreo's ruggedly beautiful artifacts. The craftsmanship might have been... Ugly... But what intrigued her most was that Mercy, herself, alchemized each and every one of her pieces personally.
"I knew there was more to you than met the eye." She grinned, giving the tall brawler a wink.
After perusing Mercy's wares, she decided to request a custom order: A ring, and Mercy's own choice of Alchemization. Regardless of what it was, it would become a cherished collectible.
Daiya
The cute little cat image outside the booth drew a curious Ivory like a cat toward a laser pointer. She giggled at the promotional images, grabbed a pack of Cat Snack Crackers, and a small bottle of chilled milk. She munched contentedly, accidentally brushing against the table; the smear of glitter would go unnoticed on her fur coat until much later.
She hung around long enough to finish the pack of crackers and drink the small bottle of milk. She was a cheese fanatic, and enjoyed the crackers immensely. The trash was deposited, kindly, in the provided bin nearby.
Nei
The Donna had always deeply appreciated hand-crafted art & cultural relics, and she was particularly drawn to a section which seemed more like a lay-out than an actual "booth". She offered a nod toward the powerfully built, tattooed Warrior chewing on a reed; watching him for a moment, clearly curious, as he practiced his craft-in-trade. She let him work without bothering him, showing respect. Instead, she took her time looking at every object on offer. The carvings were exquisite.
Eventually, she settled on two pieces: A small bass relief carved from sea-foam green Jade, depicting a tropical scene against an ocean back-drop and the image of an aquative reptile rising from the waves, and a small statute carved from some type of dense bone which looked like a man similar in size & stature to the craftsman himself, scantly clad and in the process of spearing a fish almost as large as the figure itself. To her well-concealed Force Senses, the bone statute radiated a feeling of accomplishment & tenacity... while the scene carved in Jade brought her a sense of peace, as if she were gazing over a calm ocean on a distant world.
She finally approached the Craftsman with a smile, kindly pointing out the two objects and inquiring about purchasing them.
Serya Talith
With a smile, Ivory approached the young woman with a wave of greeting. After browsing for a few moments, she selected two tubes of lipstick; one in a beautiful & vibrant ruby red, and another in Gothic Black.
"Something for every occasion." She grinned as she paid.
Kal
The being of Shadow drew her attention as surely as his feathered friends behind him. She approached the booth with a smile, bowing her head respectfully in greeting in the Spirit's direction. The goods on offer were unlike anything else she'd seen at the Bazaar... or perhaps anywhere else in the Galaxy. Her violet eyes perused the assorted offerings, a sparkle of excitement, amusement, fascination, and imagination shining in her violet eyes. She stretched out with the Force in a very small way, exploring the table... but her eyes were consistently drawn to the feathered creatures flapping and calling out every so often.
Eventually, she settled on a small vial filled with murky blue liquid which was labeled: Forgiveness For Past Wrongs, as well as showing interest in acquiring "Proficiency In Several Dances Popular In Aristocratic Circles." Her "Family Business" saw her traveling in many circles where such knowledge would be very helpful.
But, undoubtedly, she would be drawn to inquire about the horned owls behind the Shadow. She removed the signet ring from her right middle finger unobtrusively, which allowed her Force Signature to be visible to others... then opened herself to The Living Force, closing her eyes only slightly; choosing to direct her intention toward the beautiful birds. Her touch was gentle and subtle... an invitation, and a questing search for connection. If any of the beautiful beasts could sense a connection, she willed the creature to come to her.
A profound sense of hope and peace filled her; she allowed herself, for a moment, to become truly open to The Force in a way she had not for a
very long time. The sound & fury of the Bazaar surrounding her faded for a few moments as she felt her body become weightless.
In the bustle of the crowd, she felt safe - for the moment - in making herself as vulnerable as she was. If nothing came of it, well... She was used to disappointment.
Ishani Dinn
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