[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/241208/a04161052c56932d95d6bf9168fcef02.png[/img][/center][hr][i]The Eye of the Beholder[/i][hr]
Nesna waited quietly as the man finished his drink, remaining as still as possible in hopes of not spooking the merchant with any sudden movements. When he finally did respond, she clasped her hands together in her lap and nodded gently.

[color=DDA0DD]“Yes, I wish to make an inquiry about your wares,”[/color] she affirmed. She shifted in her seat slightly, in order to turn to face him with greater ease. 
[color=DDA0DD]“More specifically, tea. If you happen to have any, what sorts, and so forth. I’ll apologize in advance; I don’t much know how to go about this. I’ve never before been to market or anything like that, so I’d ask that, on our shared blood as Lunarians, you just tell me what you’d like for it, and I’ll not barter. I’d just like to introduce the Mistress of the House—Sya—to a proper tea as we used to have out in the east.”[/color]

Nesna pulled her lips into a thinner smile, and looked up to Desmond with wider eyes, in an attempt to suggest, [color=DDA0DD]‘You appreciate the sentiment, don’t you?’[/color] Once she had done this, she went to reach for her glass, realized her angle made it inconvenient to reach, and then gestured with her free hand to psychically pull the glass into her reaching hand. 

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