#ceirria

[unseeing-altmers]

"It smells bad." The womer stated, milky eyes fixed off in space. "The fruit, that is. It’ll start molding in a few hours, if that. You’ll be getting ripped off."

[riftenriffraff]

Olo's brows furrowed. The fruit looked fine. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. Eugh. There was definitely a bit of a sour hint to it. The Imperial placed the fruit back on the stand.

"I see what you mean," he replied, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, miss." 

[riftenriffraff]

"I wouldn’t buy that if I were you."

[Prompt]

The Imperial turned his head toward the speaker, and was surprised to see an Altmer of all things. After a brief moment in which Olo forgot staring was impolite, he cleared his throat and blinked, looking back to the item in hand.

"Is something wrong with it?"

[unlikelycompanions-blog]

unseeing-altmers replied to your post: “Excuse me miss, I wanted to continue our conversation from before and- Who’s this with you?” The blind Altmer questioned, hearing the vitals of a secondary person following Lorche closely.

“Ceirria.” The Altmer was mildly put off by the mer’s sudden intrusion. It struck her oddly, coupled with his lackluster tone. “Pleased to meet you?”

"And, the pleasure is mine." He replied smoothly, as he looked down at the Altmer woman, his head tilted in curiosity. Hyaril recognized her from them Embassy in Cyrodiil, passing through with her brother. It was also something he wasn't going to mention. "So, how are you?" Hyaril asked plainly, even though he was obviously showing an interest in Ceirria.

Lorche on the other hand, couldn't believe (yet again) what Hyaril was doing. She scrunched up her face in distaste for a moment. Decideing not to comment on what he was doing, or anything about his behavior.