Taal

T'world be waitin'? Aye, I know. An maybe sumday i'll go back t'da road. Live t'life me parents did. Bu' fer now, dis be 'ome. An I migh'swell make t'bes' o' it. [Middle Earth : Original Character] Multi-ship/ Multi-fandom

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Spartacus: Blood and Sand (TV Series)

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"Ye alrigh'?"

"Ye look like ye seen a ghost...."

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younger-brother-frerin !

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       "Ye bes' shut ye mout’ ye highness..."

         "Unless ye mean ta be catchin' flies."

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It had been a long day. A long day but a plentiful one. Rent would be made, with plenty left over for the supplies she needed for her pending orders. Summer is slow to take spring's place, but Taal perhaps does not so much mind. Brushing back a few tendrils of firey hair that have escaped their tie, she pulls open the door of the Black Arrow Tavern. 

Greeted with the roars and laughter of its occupence she trades smiles and waves with a few of the patrons she knows. Mostly fellow shop keepers, and a few loyal customers, as she finds a space at the bar. The barkeep already setting a tankard before her, which she trades for a few coin.

She weaves through the crowd taking a good pull of mead from the tankard, that is maybe a bit over sized for her. Answering a few more greetings with a smile and wave, before taking up residence at a quiet table in a far corner. Her foot tapping along to the jig, a few of the other customer's are performing to the elation of their audience.

Green eyes scan the crowd lazily, looking for nothing but finding something rather odd, among the rest of the joyous throng. A singular individual, sitting alone, much the same as she. His gaze watching the lot of the hollering, dancing mass of customers, but with a coldness she is unfamiliar with. Taal's brows knit in curiosity but as quickly as the curiosity came it left her. Red hair swaying with the shaking of her head, as she turns her attention back to the rabble.

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    ”Sum’din I could ‘elp ye wid?”

           ”Or did ye jus’ come ta browse?”

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       ” ‘ell ye isn’a gonna sharpen i’ by starin’ ah’ it….”

                 ”Give i’ere.”

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"Seems you've escaped my uncle's watchful eyes again. And what brings you down here tonight?"

“Ren canna ‘atsh me an’ O’rah a’ unce, Bibi.”

-She rolls her eyes at the prince in good nature, giving her hand a firm run along her twitching nose.-

“Lookin’ fer more rocks o’course! Ye?”

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"Probably because Frerin’s a hunter and all that." He gave a light smile as she went on. "Y’dont need trainin’ grounds for that, lil’ one. Jus’ ask Frerin to take y’outside, maybe? There’s enough room, for sure." There wasn’t much necessary for a girl her size, after all. "D’you have a sword of your own, though?"

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She shakes her head.

"No' I dunna. Jus' me 'ammer..."

The mention of outside though has her head tilting curiously. She hasn't seen the sky since they came here. Far to busy exploring the caves of Erebor to even think of it. The realization of just how long it has been since she has been outside dawning on her. But then she remembers the last time she was outside, and maybe she isn't so pressed to see it again. At least not yet. She shrugs at the suggestion, fidgeting with the glinting stone in her hand.

"N-no...I uhm...I'll jus' 'ait ber ta bractice grounds ta ge' bixed. Ren's uh...Ren's busy any'ay wid 'elbin' ta king an' all d'at...."

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"Seems you've escaped my uncle's watchful eyes again. And what brings you down here tonight?"

“Ren canna ‘atsh me an’ O’rah a’ unce, Bibi.”

-She rolls her eyes at the prince in good nature, giving her hand a firm run along her twitching nose.-

“Lookin’ fer more rocks o’course! Ye?”

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"I suppose she will…" He cast a questioning glance at that stone of hers, hoping she wouldn’t expect him to come any closer and pick it up. "That one’s pretty though. Where did you find it?" And did she ever do something else than scooping through the stones of Erebor, gathering the prettiest of them together?

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"In ta bottom o' un o' ta borges t'at dunna 'erk. Mis'er Bo'bur runned me obb dough. Bu' no' be'bore I bound i'!"

She beams the statement proudly, as though it were some great feat. A sudden thought coming to mind, changing the course of her words entirely. As was pron to happen to children.

"Mas'er Bo'bur be easier ta escabe brom den Ren dough....I canna 'ait ber ta bratice grounds ta ge' bixed. I 'unna 'earn ta use a shord."