17 or 18 w dnd people š
Not edited bc sleep meds but 18. āMight as wellā w bbtta2 crew
āOkay, thatās the gold for the three of usā¦ā Tai finishes counting, pressing a platinum between his fingers. āSyl, youāre still thinking of a design?ā
Sylreth stiffens a little next to Aelia, shoulders hunched. Theres a sticky medical smell in the air and the roof of the building Alyx pointed them to is drooping a little, from the storms the tattoo artist had said sadly. Their patronage will at least certainly allow them to fix that.
āMhmm.ā Sylreth hums, scratching his arm. āI just know I donāt wanāt likeā¦a flaming heart, or some bullshit, you know.ā
āR.I.P. Bingo.ā Aelia says, nudging him with her shoulder. Sylreth scowls.
āWhat about you?ā Alunda says, looking up from the design shes carefully drawing out on an empty page of her book.
āUhhh,ā Aelia says, shifting. The smell of the shop makes her skin prickle and sweat under her armor. āThey do ones that make you likeā¦smarter, right?ā
The woman at the desk had left them for a moment to go track down their artists on such short notice, but Tai nods, tapping the book of designs laid out on the table.
āThese are just suggestions, you can have it look like anything.ā He says. Aelia reluctantly leaves Sylrethās side and ducks under a low beam to peer at the different patterns.
āWhat about this?ā Tai taps a page, and then gestures vaguely at Aeliaās forearm. She flexes her hand, gauntlet creaking.
āMight as well.ā She says with a sigh. Thereās a rustle from the back room as Aelia tugs at her belt to add the growing pile of gold.
