[CW: NSFW Scenario] i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it

[eskalated]

[A]
Eska couldn't be called one for much of what was thought of as the typical female hobbies. Her clothing was chiefly in the style traditional to the Water Tribes and she had no taste for seeking out other outfits. Her own was sufficient for her needs and displayed rank well enough so why should she? Shoes bore the same conclusion as clothing. Jewelry brought her some minor pleasure but given training, wearing much in the way of baubles was useless. One must be free to 'flow like water' and so it was the same with her. Food was food and one could only eat so much.

Thus marketplaces tended to hold little pleasure for the apathetic young woman. Today though was apparently a day of distractions and one would find Eska lingering before a store front window in thought. What was she looking at precisely?

[B]
"Guard to your left! You're too open!"

Eska's words are quick and clipped, flung out sharply as she moves into her next stance. Thought this moment was simply practice, a glance at the woman could find that she held this fight as serious as any other. Her eyes are icier, her expression firm and resolute. If she were simply playing around it would be one thing but now she's obviously trying to test her opponent's limits.

"You're too slow!" At that a tendril of water snapped in the air dangerously close to the other person, sharp enough to be more a whip than a mere flow of suspended water.

Eska is a rather brutal training partner.

[C]
[OOC: Feel free to pick your own scenario. Please stick to prose. :3]

[D]
This position was one that Eska was growing rather fond of honestly. The clothing had been questionable but she had been more than assured that whatever she felt the most comfortable in was what she should utilize. Beyond anything she was to project the image of absolute control, at least to the point of the customers wishes.

And if anyone knew how to exude control, it was the icy princess of the Northern Water Tribe.

In an outfit picked for the occasion, she settled the toe of a modestly heeled shoe against her newest client's shoulder as they kneel before her.

"Now what precisely did you wish to say to me."

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A

[mayitlastforeve]

"You should not buy them. They are unsuitable for anything but eating. And overpriced."

The elf standing behind Eska was referring, of course, to the many exotic animals on display in their cages all along the storefront. That was, exotic to the human and most of the passing customers. She was familiar with them, and she was, clearly, not impressed. One of the first things some of the more entrepreneurial drow had realized when they'd come to the New City was that their livestock and vermin (though for the drow, who put the 'omni' in 'omnivorous', there was barely any distinction between the two) were strange and unfamiliar to the other races that flocked there and that there was good money to be made selling them as pets, display animals, or for 'medicinal properties' that the immortal elves wouldn't have any reason to know about even if they did exist.

...though when the girl airing that opinion seemed to be wearing a giant spider on her back and shoulders like some sort of living, fuzzy backpack, the relevance of her viewpoint on pets to anyone else might be questionable.

[eskalated]

The words drew Eska's glance by natural course. A brow rose up briefly at said fuzzy backpack of a spider but if she were shocked, she didn't seem to show it. Her expression beyond the brow barely flinched and she turned back to the storefront.

"I had no intention of buying any of them. They would last little time up north." More or less the only sort of pets one could have that far up were cold climate bearing creatures. Polar bear dogs, otterpenguins, anything of that nature fared well. The more exotic creatures? Even pampered in the icy palace, most couldn't make the transition.

After that she turned slightly toward the elf and with the same expression forever on her face, she added nonchalantly:

"You appear to be bearing some form of furry growth."

[mayitlastforeve]

"You're from the north?" One could almost, almost imagine she sounded excited at the prospect. But it was a hard sell, because for the most part she gave off the same kind of plodding, monotonous air that Eska herself did.

"You're right, then. Their homes are warm places. Like this one."

She motioned forward and the spider perched itself on her shoulders, looking over her head, and waved. Clearly an unusually intelligent arthropod.

"That is all it has in common with those, though. It is an excellent pet."

[eskalated]

Eska took in the sight of the spider waving with as much excitement would have for the sight of paint drying.

"It seems intelligent. Possibly more so than some people I've met."

A beat, then.

"Have you named it?"