Lyric’s bright smile stayed firmly in place, even as her thoughts raced a mile a minute. This merchant was *really* testing her patience—not an easy feat, considering she was known for her bubbly optimism. Still, if there was one thing she was good at, it was turning awkward, uncomfortable moments into something a little more… sparkly.
She caught Mariam’s wide-eyed look of disbelief and gave her a quick, reassuring wink. Everything was fine. Everything was *always* fine. Well, mostly. Probably.
Lyric stepped in closer, her voice lilting like a melody as she leaned toward the merchant, her movements as light and breezy as if they were chatting about the weather.
When Mariam handed over the wine bottle, Lyric kept her cheerful energy up, gently nudging the goblet back into the merchant’s hand.
The merchant raised the goblet with a smug grin, and Lyric lifted an invisible glass of her own, miming a toast with exaggerated enthusiasm.
As the merchant drained his goblet, Lyric leaned subtly toward Mariam, her voice dropping to a bubbly whisper that only her partner could hear.
She gave Mariam a grin, her fingers drumming a cheerful rhythm on the table as she waited for the wine to do its work. All the while, she kept the energy light, her focus sharp beneath the glittering façade. This was going to work—she was sure of it. And if it didn’t, well... there was always Plan B. Or C. Or D.
@Mariam DeTyne
She caught Mariam’s wide-eyed look of disbelief and gave her a quick, reassuring wink. Everything was fine. Everything was *always* fine. Well, mostly. Probably.
Lyric stepped in closer, her voice lilting like a melody as she leaned toward the merchant, her movements as light and breezy as if they were chatting about the weather.
Oh, *absolutely*, all six of us have this same gorgeous hair, skin like moonlight, and charm for days. Poor Da, though—he used to say we were like trying to herd a bunch of particularly excitable nuglets. Can you imagine?She giggled, the sound like the chiming of tiny bells, and gave the merchant’s arm a light pat, as if they were sharing the most delightful secret.
When Mariam handed over the wine bottle, Lyric kept her cheerful energy up, gently nudging the goblet back into the merchant’s hand.
Now, now, no empty glasses at this table! You simply *must* toast to yourself—you’re our *very* favorite benefactor, after all. Who else could manage to sweep us off our feet with such panache?She fluttered her fingers in the air as if casting imaginary sparkles over him, her laughter warm and effervescent.
The merchant raised the goblet with a smug grin, and Lyric lifted an invisible glass of her own, miming a toast with exaggerated enthusiasm.
To you, dear patron of fun and fabulousness! May your goblet always be full, your pockets overflowing, and your... um... adventures be just *slightly* less adventurous than tonight!She giggled again, leaning conspiratorially toward him as if they were old friends sharing a joke.
Now, bottoms up! Don’t be shy!
As the merchant drained his goblet, Lyric leaned subtly toward Mariam, her voice dropping to a bubbly whisper that only her partner could hear.
One more sip and he’ll be off to dreamland faster than a cat in a sunbeam, don’t you think? But if not, I have a song about sleepy little birds that’s been known to work wonders. It’s *very* catchy.
She gave Mariam a grin, her fingers drumming a cheerful rhythm on the table as she waited for the wine to do its work. All the while, she kept the energy light, her focus sharp beneath the glittering façade. This was going to work—she was sure of it. And if it didn’t, well... there was always Plan B. Or C. Or D.
@Mariam DeTyne
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