
40 Autumn, 513 AV
It was only half a bell past the end of twilight rest, but the Azure market had already roared back into life. The smells of sweet savouries and the chimes of bells were carried through the air, musicians and performers busking in their usual locations, the odd sweets vender calling for a small line.
Sana gripped her purse tightly, and adjusted the straps on her handbag. Theft and cut-purses were nowhere near as common in Lhavit than as in less scholarly places, but she was not willing to bet her savings, or the heavy load of coin she’d had with her on it. “Scrolls,” she said, breathless. “I need scrolls,” she clenched ad unclenched her left hand in the slightest, gritting her teeth as her sore hand shot with pain in protest, and scolded herself for loosening the splint.
She made her way deeper into the sprawling stalls, eyes scanning for the last one that she’d visited, finding the price range and goods quality rather appealing. She stopped abruptly in the centre of an alley, and felt someone brush by her with an angry mumble, pointedly ignoring him as she changed course – driving beyond a chain of clothing and other accessories, a lovely reminder of the last time she’d travelled through, barely a few weeks before hand.
Quickly the stall was well within sights, and gave a smile to the older man attending to the store, announcing her attention before it needed to be asked of her. “Just browsing, thank you,” she said, giving the corner dedicated to blank scrolls a hard look over.
Sana gripped her purse tightly, and adjusted the straps on her handbag. Theft and cut-purses were nowhere near as common in Lhavit than as in less scholarly places, but she was not willing to bet her savings, or the heavy load of coin she’d had with her on it. “Scrolls,” she said, breathless. “I need scrolls,” she clenched ad unclenched her left hand in the slightest, gritting her teeth as her sore hand shot with pain in protest, and scolded herself for loosening the splint.
She made her way deeper into the sprawling stalls, eyes scanning for the last one that she’d visited, finding the price range and goods quality rather appealing. She stopped abruptly in the centre of an alley, and felt someone brush by her with an angry mumble, pointedly ignoring him as she changed course – driving beyond a chain of clothing and other accessories, a lovely reminder of the last time she’d travelled through, barely a few weeks before hand.
Quickly the stall was well within sights, and gave a smile to the older man attending to the store, announcing her attention before it needed to be asked of her. “Just browsing, thank you,” she said, giving the corner dedicated to blank scrolls a hard look over.