"This place seems to stink as if bathing is against the code of conduct for sentient beings."
Una fanned at her face to help disperse the stench that wafted into the carriage. Each time she felt the urge to explode in a rage from her inability to fix the smell she would lift up a hand that cinched tight around a batch of Dylazin'tch petals; an aroma, sweet like warm honey at the bottom of sugar water, erupted into her nose to help dispel the noxious air of the Marketplace.
"Madame Vogue! Please do be careful; you have yet to pluck the thorns from those Dylazin'tch plants! You wouldn't wish to get blood on that fabulous outfit that Oxyn tailored for you, would you?", chattered Villem, his pudgy hands nervously pushing up the heavy gemstone framed glasses that sat on a very skinny, sharp nose.
Una narrowed her eyes just above where the petals were beginning to grow soggy from her clutching hand. So harsh was the grip that, to Villem's credit of prophecy, a single drop of iridescent blood made a streak down the sleek shape of Una's wrist.
Villem gulped, as was typical for him when in the cross hairs of Madame Vogue's stinging stare. To his luck the carriage came to a halt; Una, in the blink of an eye, had thrown the Dylazin'tch pieces at Villem before practically kicking the door open with a weaponized seeming stiletto heel, so thin it was a wonder how the otherworldly tall and lithe Una could walk in them, nonetheless stalk as a predator might had it any fashion sense.
Three bulks of fleshy muscle bent down on knees to let those that rode within the man-carted carriage out once they arrived at the determined destination. Una rose to that full height, a height that towered over most for how unusual she was (some had whispered she was from the Mountain of Maidenly Mania in the severe climate of Po'Et'Ree's Edge; that had yet to be confirmed) so that she could scrutinize those in the markets that had slowed to a gaping, behind-the-hand-whispering stop at the spectacle.
Villem stumbled out after her, tripping on the shoulder of one of the masked brutes who gurgled a juggernauts sound at the portly, mustached man who was no higher than a dwarf but two times as fat given the odd suit of white rings and heavy fabric he wore. "Madame Vogue! Please! This was the only spot that was able to be purchased!", he began as if he understood that the Madame may find this establishment unsuitable given her extremely high standards. "Had I been given more time I may have been able to find a much more acceptable space though for the price that was given it seemed like a steal —"
SMACK! Villem wildly blinked in shock when Una had placed her hand against his mouth, smothering down whatever else he might attempt to vomit up. Her fingers were long, so long in fact that they felt more like silken spider legs when she began to pull it away.
"Ring Ana, Villem. Tell her to bring everything here with the help of Oxyn, Glo, Hayze. Appoint Aeos to begin marketing at once."
Una spread out her arms; they rose until it seemed she may pluck the very sun of this plane straight from the summer sky. Every bit of light fractured vibrant colors off of her Opaline skin. Villem could do nothing but stare, starry eyed and enamored, for the gaudy luster she gave off.
"Renegade Regalia shall thrive once more!"
It was hard for spectators to decide if that was a blessing or a damnation.
Una fanned at her face to help disperse the stench that wafted into the carriage. Each time she felt the urge to explode in a rage from her inability to fix the smell she would lift up a hand that cinched tight around a batch of Dylazin'tch petals; an aroma, sweet like warm honey at the bottom of sugar water, erupted into her nose to help dispel the noxious air of the Marketplace.
"Madame Vogue! Please do be careful; you have yet to pluck the thorns from those Dylazin'tch plants! You wouldn't wish to get blood on that fabulous outfit that Oxyn tailored for you, would you?", chattered Villem, his pudgy hands nervously pushing up the heavy gemstone framed glasses that sat on a very skinny, sharp nose.
Una narrowed her eyes just above where the petals were beginning to grow soggy from her clutching hand. So harsh was the grip that, to Villem's credit of prophecy, a single drop of iridescent blood made a streak down the sleek shape of Una's wrist.
Villem gulped, as was typical for him when in the cross hairs of Madame Vogue's stinging stare. To his luck the carriage came to a halt; Una, in the blink of an eye, had thrown the Dylazin'tch pieces at Villem before practically kicking the door open with a weaponized seeming stiletto heel, so thin it was a wonder how the otherworldly tall and lithe Una could walk in them, nonetheless stalk as a predator might had it any fashion sense.
Three bulks of fleshy muscle bent down on knees to let those that rode within the man-carted carriage out once they arrived at the determined destination. Una rose to that full height, a height that towered over most for how unusual she was (some had whispered she was from the Mountain of Maidenly Mania in the severe climate of Po'Et'Ree's Edge; that had yet to be confirmed) so that she could scrutinize those in the markets that had slowed to a gaping, behind-the-hand-whispering stop at the spectacle.
Villem stumbled out after her, tripping on the shoulder of one of the masked brutes who gurgled a juggernauts sound at the portly, mustached man who was no higher than a dwarf but two times as fat given the odd suit of white rings and heavy fabric he wore. "Madame Vogue! Please! This was the only spot that was able to be purchased!", he began as if he understood that the Madame may find this establishment unsuitable given her extremely high standards. "Had I been given more time I may have been able to find a much more acceptable space though for the price that was given it seemed like a steal —"
SMACK! Villem wildly blinked in shock when Una had placed her hand against his mouth, smothering down whatever else he might attempt to vomit up. Her fingers were long, so long in fact that they felt more like silken spider legs when she began to pull it away.
"Ring Ana, Villem. Tell her to bring everything here with the help of Oxyn, Glo, Hayze. Appoint Aeos to begin marketing at once."
Una spread out her arms; they rose until it seemed she may pluck the very sun of this plane straight from the summer sky. Every bit of light fractured vibrant colors off of her Opaline skin. Villem could do nothing but stare, starry eyed and enamored, for the gaudy luster she gave off.
"Renegade Regalia shall thrive once more!"
It was hard for spectators to decide if that was a blessing or a damnation.