Lirrah was left with only that doll, a small contingent of Lions, and her thoughts. When she sent a few strapping young men off to retrieve some spices, it was mostly Anisette and her thoughts. Lirrah found a large rock to set the doll down on, and took a seat at its side, observing her.

[color=f49ac2]"...Your mother is terrifying,"[/color] Lirrah murmured, retrieving a pumice stone from her backpack. She began filing her nails, which had been woefully grated during her agonized ground-clawing. She put time into her appearance every day, and her nails were due for a bit of maintenance soon anyways. The polish had been chipped, so she'd have to re-apply that as well.

[color=f49ac2]"Very good taste, though. I appreciate all the time and effort it took to get that [i]p[/i]ody just right. Those clothes... all of it. You have a rather pretty appearance, as well. I like your dress. Well... I can make doll clothes myself, so if you have any requests for outfits, I wouldn't mind making you a wardrobe."[/color]

Lirrah blew on her nails, and buffed them with a cloth. Next, she got out her polish.

[color=f49ac2]"I wonder why she chose dolls as her focus... do you know? It's lovely, how pristine they are with proper maintenance. I never had my own. Just hand-me-downs. Clothes, toys... affection. Second-hand. Used goods. Who would pay for gar[i]p[/i]age like that?"[/color]

Lirrah carefully applied the polish. She had time, and it wasn't like there was anything else she could do. Useless merchant. Can't even get a good sale on acid through the cost of her humiliation.