Aarien nodded, her expression slightly abstracted. She wasn't much of a one for deep thought. Not that she wasn't bright, but sitting around pondering just wasn't really her thing. "Oh, it's been plenty useful at times. I guess it's the way I live part of my life out here, with, y'know, space-ships and masers and stuff, being a great shot with a bow or knowing how to snare an im'holz, it all just seems... quaint?"
Seeing as Riv seemed to be busy out the back, she slid down off her stood, walked around behind the bar, and refilled her glass. Then she picked up the bottle Riv had been using for Ares, and waggled it questioningly. "I wouldn't know how to go about selling my art. I mean, if I asked my mother... but that would be, I don't know, not right."
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