She didn't see other Miqo'te in Coerthas very often. Much less male Miqo'te, with their tendency toward drifting around. And that was enough to give a shock to her whole system, even with the knowledge that this was a crafters' convention and that people would come from all over the realm for it. Her gaze drifted first to his eyes, and then, to his mouth, and then, back to his face. And then she took a breath and let her breathing slow, letting her training take over for a moment.
"It is," she said, and motioned stiffly to a peisteskin jerkin on a mannequin. "I specialize in practical armor for the practical adventurer. Harnesses will show off your skin on the bloodsands, but they won't do anything against the claw of a hapalit. Armor makes you stand out, but if you need to move on the quickSHHHH--"
She snapped her mouth closed, silently cursing herself. She'd bit her tongue and only barely stopped herself from cursing up a storm. This was why she usually left this kind of thing to Haldlona! She knew how to do the talky bits of this job. After a second, Jingles sighed, her shoulders slouching.
"...Like I said. It'll keep you safe, let you move well. Doesn't waste time with the pretty shite," she said, seeming deflated.
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She didn't see other Miqo'te in Coerthas very often. Much less male Miqo'te, with their tendency toward drifting around. And that was enough to give a shock to her whole system, even with the knowledge that this was a crafters' convention and that people would come from all over the realm for it. Her gaze drifted first to his eyes, and then, to his mouth, and then, back to his face. And then she took a breath and let her breathing slow, letting her training take over for a moment.
"It is," she said, and motioned stiffly to a peisteskin jerkin on a mannequin. "I specialize in practical armor for the practical adventurer. Harnesses will show off your skin on the bloodsands, but they won't do anything against the claw of a hapalit. Armor makes you stand out, but if you need to move on the quickSHHHH--"
She snapped her mouth closed, silently cursing herself. She'd bit her tongue and only barely stopped herself from cursing up a storm. This was why she usually left this kind of thing to Haldlona! She knew how to do the talky bits of this job. After a second, Jingles sighed, her shoulders slouching.
"...Like I said. It'll keep you safe, let you move well. Doesn't waste time with the pretty shite," she said, seeming deflated.