Korvaelis Dahshida
Korvaelis couldn’t remember the last time he visited the Plaza. Perhaps, it was when Garnet was firstborn. There was a time when he denied the child’s existence, but when Garnet finally arrived, the halfling realized he was ill-prepared. He could recall running in and out of multiple tailor shops and making many requests for his new babe at the time. The experience was somewhat stressful at first. Then he began to like it and, being a fashionable man, Korvaelis started requesting certain tailors for matching outfits and ensembles he felt looked amazing against his child’s skin.
The young lord hadn’t neglected his desires at that time, however, it had been quite some time since he last did some shopping for himself. He had a nostalgic feeling for the Plaza of Jeweled Arches that day too. When he first arrived in the city, he would visit the area often in between classes to somewhat hideaway. Usually for someone like himself, a crowded place would bring anxiety and stress. But Korvaelis enjoyed blending in with the crowd and disappearing into different shops to check out what they offered. For the man, the Plaza of Jeweled Arches not only represented Kalzasern culture. Eventually, it became a place that provided a homey feeling or like he belonged. Maybe that could be owed to the shopkeepers who sparked conversation to make a sale.
“Do you have any more of those hairpins?” Korvaelis asked the street vendor. He looked like a symbol of modern elegance in his kimono and his long curly hair which was kept out of his face with only two pieces of hair tied together. “I’d love something carved out of a dark wood…oh, and maybe some sort of pretty rock? Nothing too fancy. It’s for work purposes.”
A large black pup gave his input with a powerful bark. It was a reminder that today wasn’t just a day of retail therapy. He was somewhat working on his training skills after a customer asked if he could train their pick of the litter. Korvaelis rarely did it, especially since he dedicated a lot of his time to the little aviary back home, but the little black pup had a lot of spunk in him and he could imagine how that would be difficult for others.
Korvaelis made a clicking noise twice, a way of asking the pup to sit and be patient. It took the puppy a moment to get it, he would wag his take for a second before sitting and doing as told.
“How about these right here.” The street vendor pulled out an array of hairpins on a lovely tray with a mirror for customers to use too.
The half-fae’s eyes widened as he glanced at all the different pins and scanned it with his webbed fingers. “Oh no, I said nothing too fancy for a reason,” he whined as he picked up a hairpin with an opal carved into a bird. “I’ll want to buy it and take it home.” He wasn’t seriously upset with the seller. Korvaelis just didn’t want to give in to pressure and get himself another piece of unnecessary expensive jewelry.
Picking up the mirror, he gazed into it as he held the hairpin behind his head and turned slightly to see how it looked.
“What do you think? Is it too much? Oh goodness, I love it so much.”
Korvaelis couldn’t remember the last time he visited the Plaza. Perhaps, it was when Garnet was firstborn. There was a time when he denied the child’s existence, but when Garnet finally arrived, the halfling realized he was ill-prepared. He could recall running in and out of multiple tailor shops and making many requests for his new babe at the time. The experience was somewhat stressful at first. Then he began to like it and, being a fashionable man, Korvaelis started requesting certain tailors for matching outfits and ensembles he felt looked amazing against his child’s skin.
The young lord hadn’t neglected his desires at that time, however, it had been quite some time since he last did some shopping for himself. He had a nostalgic feeling for the Plaza of Jeweled Arches that day too. When he first arrived in the city, he would visit the area often in between classes to somewhat hideaway. Usually for someone like himself, a crowded place would bring anxiety and stress. But Korvaelis enjoyed blending in with the crowd and disappearing into different shops to check out what they offered. For the man, the Plaza of Jeweled Arches not only represented Kalzasern culture. Eventually, it became a place that provided a homey feeling or like he belonged. Maybe that could be owed to the shopkeepers who sparked conversation to make a sale.
“Do you have any more of those hairpins?” Korvaelis asked the street vendor. He looked like a symbol of modern elegance in his kimono and his long curly hair which was kept out of his face with only two pieces of hair tied together. “I’d love something carved out of a dark wood…oh, and maybe some sort of pretty rock? Nothing too fancy. It’s for work purposes.”
A large black pup gave his input with a powerful bark. It was a reminder that today wasn’t just a day of retail therapy. He was somewhat working on his training skills after a customer asked if he could train their pick of the litter. Korvaelis rarely did it, especially since he dedicated a lot of his time to the little aviary back home, but the little black pup had a lot of spunk in him and he could imagine how that would be difficult for others.
Korvaelis made a clicking noise twice, a way of asking the pup to sit and be patient. It took the puppy a moment to get it, he would wag his take for a second before sitting and doing as told.
“How about these right here.” The street vendor pulled out an array of hairpins on a lovely tray with a mirror for customers to use too.
The half-fae’s eyes widened as he glanced at all the different pins and scanned it with his webbed fingers. “Oh no, I said nothing too fancy for a reason,” he whined as he picked up a hairpin with an opal carved into a bird. “I’ll want to buy it and take it home.” He wasn’t seriously upset with the seller. Korvaelis just didn’t want to give in to pressure and get himself another piece of unnecessary expensive jewelry.
Picking up the mirror, he gazed into it as he held the hairpin behind his head and turned slightly to see how it looked.
“What do you think? Is it too much? Oh goodness, I love it so much.”
17th of Glade, 124