Timestamp: Spring 513AV : Day 35
Vladimir decided that today would be a good day to go shopping. He got up out of his bed and started to get ready. He put on his silk shirt and silk pants, as those were the only things that felt really comfortable on him. Vladimir looked at his bow and arrow and put it on his back and then went outside into the bright day.
Vladimir took all the back paths and alley to the market. Once approaching the market, he quietly and quickly made his way through the people that were in the market and found the stall that sold silk clothes. Vladimir stood there and looked at the silk clothing… there was actually quiet a bit to choose from.
Did he want to try something new? Did he want to stay with the same style … There was quite a bit to choose from… Vladimir stood there for quite awhile thinking about which ones to choose from. The guy who owned the stall looked very wary of Vladimir … why did everyone have to think so horrible about us. We aren’t all that bad and if you actually got to know us you would know that… I just ignored the looks he was giving me and continued to look. I was giving him service and money was I not.
Vladimir just couldn't seem to decide on what he was going to choose. He was looking pretty hard. He wished there was somewhere where he could try some of this stuff on. He didn't want to buy something and then look completely silly in it, even though it didn't really matter to him, he didn't want to look shabby or too out of place, since he wanted to meet some people. He was lonely a lot, and he knew being a Sym didn't really help with that, but he wanted to meet people, whether they be his friends, acomplices or enemies ... He just didn't want to feel so alone. Maybe to have a purpose ... Not sure... But he hoped that maybe sometime soon, someone would talk to him and not hate him or judge him by his race, or if they did, if anyone would talk to him, then he would be happy, but most people walked away fastly or just shyed away.
Vladimir than thought to himself, what better place then to meet some people at the market place ... He could go to a bar or pub or something, but the market place seemed to have nicer people ... but then again, he could be wrong about that also. I guess we will just have to see where this goes. he thought to himself.