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Mathom Collector · 08-04-2003, 09:46 AM

The gilr shook her head politely, turning on her heel and heading in the other direction.

"Must be busy," Barthaew mumbled to himself, ducking under the stall under the pretense of replenishing the dwindling supply of plates and bowls.

As he resurfaced, he saw the play actors' circle now surrounded by acrobats. Children circled it, clapping and laughing in delight as the people tumbled on the grounded and jumped through the air. He saw one, a short woman acrobat, do a rather impressive flip through the air, landing flat on her feet.

Just in front of her was a young man, who looked to be about Barthaew's age. He wore a cheeky smile, but this she obviously easily forgave, as he was a very good-looking fellow. He spoke to her, leaning forward slightly, and she nodded bashfully at his comments. Barthaew pursed his lips, pushing his hood back, observing this more carefully. He had never considered himself skilled with women or even anyone that they would be pleased to have grinning at them like that, but it wasn't as if any woman would slap him in the face for trying. Why couldn't he be more like that fellow? Of course, he made it look like second nature.

One of the other acrobats (male, or they would have been there all day) beckoned to the girl, and she turned back to her fellow workers, waving a little to the man as she went.

Barthaew watched him as he smiled and turned away, putting his hands in his pockets and surveying the rest of the scene. Before he could look away, Barthaew saw that the young man's eyes were now locked with his. Barthaew looked away, ducking under the table again, though there wasn't room on the table for him to put anything else.

"Lose something?" a cheerful voice spoke up above him.

Barthaew rose slowly, to see the young man now standing in front of his stall.

"Just a bit of dignity, I suppose," Barthaew mumbled. "Uhm...may I interest you in something?"

08-04-2003, 09:46 AM	#11
Mathom Collector Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jun 2003 Posts: 13	The gilr shook her head politely, turning on her heel and heading in the other direction. "Must be busy," Barthaew mumbled to himself, ducking under the stall under the pretense of replenishing the dwindling supply of plates and bowls. As he resurfaced, he saw the play actors' circle now surrounded by acrobats. Children circled it, clapping and laughing in delight as the people tumbled on the grounded and jumped through the air. He saw one, a short woman acrobat, do a rather impressive flip through the air, landing flat on her feet. Just in front of her was a young man, who looked to be about Barthaew's age. He wore a cheeky smile, but this she obviously easily forgave, as he was a very good-looking fellow. He spoke to her, leaning forward slightly, and she nodded bashfully at his comments. Barthaew pursed his lips, pushing his hood back, observing this more carefully. He had never considered himself skilled with women or even anyone that they would be pleased to have grinning at them like that, but it wasn't as if any woman would slap him in the face for trying. Why couldn't he be more like that fellow? Of course, he made it look like second nature. One of the other acrobats (male, or they would have been there all day) beckoned to the girl, and she turned back to her fellow workers, waving a little to the man as she went. Barthaew watched him as he smiled and turned away, putting his hands in his pockets and surveying the rest of the scene. Before he could look away, Barthaew saw that the young man's eyes were now locked with his. Barthaew looked away, ducking under the table again, though there wasn't room on the table for him to put anything else. "Lose something?" a cheerful voice spoke up above him. Barthaew rose slowly, to see the young man now standing in front of his stall. "Just a bit of dignity, I suppose," Barthaew mumbled. "Uhm...may I interest you in something?"