ULRIC
For all the hell they could give to each other, Ulric knew that he could trust Eulalie. Sure, the subject of the matter and the reality that he was quite smitten made him uncomfortable when speaking so freely, but he had no reason to be. Not around her, who would neither judge him nor even go so far as to press for pertinent information about just whose finger he was quickly wrapping around. “Yeah,” he roan responded with a shuddering exhale, “I… I guess I am. But, she keeps me in line, and that’s something I need, I guess.”
With a nudge from Eulalie, the pair were soon moving, abandoning one stand for another. The crowd had yet to thin out, but they deftly made their way past the brunt of the festival-goers without incident. Trailing just behind Eulalie as they encroached on a new stand, Ulric felt the briefest of uncertainties as he took it all in – glittering jewels and fine metals shining like tiny beacons beneath the wavering firelight, causing the stand to look more like a treasure cove than anything else. It was the kind of place that Ulric would’ve overlooked for the simple fact that it all seemed too gaudy for his own personal taste.
Stepping closer to get a better look, Ulric quietly toiled over each piece, gently picking one after another up and inspecting each piece with scrutiny. “I think red would be the best choice for her,” Ulric agreed to Eulalie’s suggestion, albeit with wavering confidence. Some of them made him wonder if he was jumping the gun on wanting to get the Terrastellan Warden anything quite as nice and luxurious as these trinkets – he probably didn’t know her well enough to pick something she’d really love and appreciate, and even if he did manage to do that, would he make whatever was shared between them awkward afterward? Less meaningful? Oh, what a quandary he suddenly found himself in.
Ulric’s doubt surmounted tenfold with seemingly ever second that ticked by. He felt like he’d been standing in the same spot for an hour already when in reality it had only been a couple of minutes. Once or twice he opened his mouth to speak, but the words that he should probably just forget it until another time never spilled out. It was frustrating, particularly so for a man of his station – until finally, finally something caught his eye. There it was, as though the Gods themselves had placed it there just for him to find.
“… What do you think of this?” Like something precious he plucked it from its resting place, a long hair stick dressed in dazzling silver. Along the body was a simple, spiraling motif, but at the end was the figure of a phoenix, accented by brilliant rubies. It screamed ‘Israfel’ to him, but… was it too much? With a deep breath and features taut, Ulric exhaled, trying his best to expel the doubts which plagued him. He shouldn’t be nervous over something so simple as this. “… I think I’ll get it for her. You, ah… You put it in hair, right?” He asked with a quick glance toward Eulalie, just to be on the safe side.
In time, the purchase was made and the merchant’s night was surely made afterward. Ulric tucked the pin safely away as though it were something precious, and in a way, it was. Turning his head to regard Eulalie, the roan bumped gently against his fellow soldier’s side in a friendly manner. “Thank you for your help, Eulalie. I don’t think I would’ve gotten anything at all had you not stumbled across my plight.” He chuckled softly, but the statement was no less true. Then, he gestured around them, a soft smile playing across his lips. “I’m sure you’d like to get back to that troublemaker and your son now, though. Would you like an escort along the way?”
@Eulalie <33
With a nudge from Eulalie, the pair were soon moving, abandoning one stand for another. The crowd had yet to thin out, but they deftly made their way past the brunt of the festival-goers without incident. Trailing just behind Eulalie as they encroached on a new stand, Ulric felt the briefest of uncertainties as he took it all in – glittering jewels and fine metals shining like tiny beacons beneath the wavering firelight, causing the stand to look more like a treasure cove than anything else. It was the kind of place that Ulric would’ve overlooked for the simple fact that it all seemed too gaudy for his own personal taste.
Stepping closer to get a better look, Ulric quietly toiled over each piece, gently picking one after another up and inspecting each piece with scrutiny. “I think red would be the best choice for her,” Ulric agreed to Eulalie’s suggestion, albeit with wavering confidence. Some of them made him wonder if he was jumping the gun on wanting to get the Terrastellan Warden anything quite as nice and luxurious as these trinkets – he probably didn’t know her well enough to pick something she’d really love and appreciate, and even if he did manage to do that, would he make whatever was shared between them awkward afterward? Less meaningful? Oh, what a quandary he suddenly found himself in.
Ulric’s doubt surmounted tenfold with seemingly ever second that ticked by. He felt like he’d been standing in the same spot for an hour already when in reality it had only been a couple of minutes. Once or twice he opened his mouth to speak, but the words that he should probably just forget it until another time never spilled out. It was frustrating, particularly so for a man of his station – until finally, finally something caught his eye. There it was, as though the Gods themselves had placed it there just for him to find.
“… What do you think of this?” Like something precious he plucked it from its resting place, a long hair stick dressed in dazzling silver. Along the body was a simple, spiraling motif, but at the end was the figure of a phoenix, accented by brilliant rubies. It screamed ‘Israfel’ to him, but… was it too much? With a deep breath and features taut, Ulric exhaled, trying his best to expel the doubts which plagued him. He shouldn’t be nervous over something so simple as this. “… I think I’ll get it for her. You, ah… You put it in hair, right?” He asked with a quick glance toward Eulalie, just to be on the safe side.
In time, the purchase was made and the merchant’s night was surely made afterward. Ulric tucked the pin safely away as though it were something precious, and in a way, it was. Turning his head to regard Eulalie, the roan bumped gently against his fellow soldier’s side in a friendly manner. “Thank you for your help, Eulalie. I don’t think I would’ve gotten anything at all had you not stumbled across my plight.” He chuckled softly, but the statement was no less true. Then, he gestured around them, a soft smile playing across his lips. “I’m sure you’d like to get back to that troublemaker and your son now, though. Would you like an escort along the way?”
@Eulalie <33
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