Ooc: Okay. I've got my intro, hopefully it is literate enough like you asked for.
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“Excuse me.” The man was at least in his late forties, possibly his early fifties. He leaned across the merchant stand; his eyes landing on a large necklace with stunningly chiseled diamonds amongst the silver chain, a large teardrop shaped one at the very end, obviously expensive. “Excuse me.” The man said again, his voice rising slightly.
“I’m sorry, may I help you?” The young man turned his head from a chest in the back, closing the lid quickly, hiding the other jewels and jewelry that glinted in the light that moved through. The air was crisp, leafs falling, sun out, though not providing enough heat to keep the people who bustled through the market warm.
“May I look at that necklace?” The man said, his fingers moving to point to the one in the case.
“Yes sir.” Kove replied, pulling open the gl*censored* case open and sliding the necklace out, holding it smoothly in his long slim bony fingers. The man was tall, towering over the short rather round man who wanted to see the necklace. Kove stood over six feet tall, narrow shoulders. He was lanky and held the wiry form, his dark brown hair was shaggy, hanging just above his light hazel eyes, green flecks around the pupils. His nose was narrow, a small notch in the middle cartilage from being broken when he was younger. He bent his body down, holding the necklace carefully so the man could see all the diamonds and the length of the long necklace.
“How much?” The man said, knowing he wanted it for his wife at home.
Thaleron had trailed far behind her father; not even wanting to be close to him in the market, every year, one of her many sisters was sold off to a man and rarely seen again. Her mother was always devastated, but always got over it, and her father, he sure didn’t even seem to care as long as he got what he wanted. So this year, when she was the last of the five girls left, she tried to get out of going to the market, but today he had pestered her so much that she was forced out of the house by her mother, promising that she’d come home. The young woman was moving slowly, knowing it was easy to hide amongst the tall people of the town. She didn’t inherit the tall chubby form of her father, only the short, frail and gaunt brokenness that her mother had. Her mother, which had blond hair, did not p*censored* that trait down, but she got her father’s thick inky pitch black hair, though both having blue eyes, forced each of the daughters to have the same dull stormy blue gray eyes. Her skin was milky and pale, and as she tilted her head up to the sky, the sun beating down on her fierce sharp features. She held high cheek bones, strong jaw line, and pointed chin. Her nose had a light sprinkle of freckles, though they only glittered lightly on her skin, only able to be seen inches away from her face. She moved forward, her short thin frail legs carried her forward easily. She let her eyes move to the dark colored jeans she was wearing, sitting on her hips loosely, none fitting her narrow gaunt form correctly. She had purposely dressed in nothing stunning, a plain v-neck white t-shirt, light dark blue cardigan on her thin arms, the only thing that clung tightly, showing off her narrow frame. She let out a sigh, meandering towards the jewelry stand her father was standing at, placing herself behind him, most likely not capable of being seen, her four foot two inch body much lower than his five foot nine stance.
“Yes, seventeen, and very pretty.”
“I don’t know, it seems wrong.”
“People do it all the time, she is lovely, really.” Thaleron’s heart started to race as she listened to her father, knowing he was lying. She was indeed not lovely, and he knew it. She was stubborn, and too independent. She snapped easily, sarcasm running out of her mouth easily when wanted to, not even caring about what she was saying.
“Well. I’m not really looking, but maybe for my brother. I really just-“
“Perfect! Yes, yes, for your brother. My daughter for the necklace.” No. God, please no. Make him say no, just make him say no this one time and I swear I’ll never complain again. Never. Please.
“Well.” There was a pause as Thaleron continued to pray, hoping he would say no. “I’ll have to see her.” Kove added quickly.
“Thaleron!” Her father snapped, and the young woman stepped slowly from her father, her body shaking as she wished to be dead at the moment, wanting to run home and cry to her mother. Kove’s light eyes were studying her, scanning her up and down before he turned back to her father, seeming to have his mind set. He looks like he’s going to say n-
“Fine. Daughter for the necklace.” *censored*!
“Done. Her bags will be sent over later today.” Her father wrapped his chubby fingers around Thaleron’s small bony wrists, thrusting her forward towards the man who handed the necklace over slowly, his eyes moving back the girl, giving her a weak smile as if to say he was sorry, but business was business.
Kove had brought Thaleron back to their large house; the two story house was in smooth dark hard wood floor, smooth cream and black colored couches, large cushions and three rooms, in which the new girl would obviously be forced into the same room as his brother, knowing the other two bedrooms weren’t ready for a new guests, each bed wasn’t even covered in sheets, and they were shoved up against the wall, not even on the frame for the mattress. He sighed, holding the door open for her, having yet said a word to her, and she too, had kept her mouth shut, though her eyes were narrowed, a hard glare, Kove could see the hatred in her hollow face, her long pitch black hair pushed over her shoulders, hanging below her shoulder blades, her thick block chopped bangs pushed off to the side, leaving her face clear of hair, not bothering to hide her frustration.
“I’m Kove, and this is your new house.” He couldn’t help but feel bad for the girl who had had taken away from her family, though her father seemed dreadful. The pain was struck through his voice, which was soft, yet gruff.
“Thaleron.” The young woman stated flatly, though her voice was quiet, obviously not a loud speaker, even though her irritation had radiated out with the flat tone, which Kove could tell she’d either stay quiet and refuse to talk to anyone, or hiss words out in a venomous sting.
“Just make yourself at home; it really doesn’t matter until you meet my brother anyway.” He said, leading Thaleron into the large living room.
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