Ire nodded, following Savio's lead west. She couldn't remember what sorts of people lived to the west, like the merchantfolk lived in the Eastern Quarter. Savi'd said craftspeople, but were they carpenters or smiths?
As they walked along, her mind wandered. All around her, the Nykans were dressed in all of their splendidry. Nykans liked to dress like rainbows, in brilliant colors that Ire would never have seen in Ravok outside of the noble class perhaps. But every Nykan wore the magnificent shades, from the youngest street urchin to the sailorfolk to the wealthier folk. In fact, with the exception of the monks, you could usually tell a foreigner apart from a native by the colors they wore. Ire knew she did, in her grays and and dark colors. Those beautiful clothes were like something she'd wear if she was dressing nice for a party or for a ceremony, she'd worry about wearing them as everyday attire for fear of getting it dirty.
Looking to her side, Ire looked at what Savio was wearing. His clothes were still darker and calmer than a true Nykan's.
The couple crossed a bridge and entered the Western Quarter when Ireth had to pause. "I... I remember this." She cocked her head to the side, looking into the city. The ring of anvils being pounded on rang out, though the dull pink stone of the buildings was no different than any other Quarter. "Savio, I was here seven years ago with my father and brothers visiting my aunt. We didn't go anywhere really except for the Docks and my aunt's house. I think... I'm going to guess that she lives here, in this Quarter. Can you take me to where people live? The houses and such?"
Smiths, there were smiths in this part of the city. Ire and Savio passed by a smithy where a broad-shouldered man was swinging a massive hammer, silhouetted by a glowing fire. Two younger boys stood nearby, one pumping a bellows and the other standing at attendance to his teacher, handing the older man a hammer of a different weight when it was requested. Their closeness to the smithy fires made the gloominess of the weather not matter, and two of the three men were shirtless, their bodies glistening with their labor.
"A smith... Perhaps An'seri was a smith of some sort?" Ireth was a little more than frustrated now. "Why can I not remember? This is ridiculous." She folded her arms against her chest and gave a melodramatic sigh.
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As they walked along, her mind wandered. All around her, the Nykans were dressed in all of their splendidry. Nykans liked to dress like rainbows, in brilliant colors that Ire would never have seen in Ravok outside of the noble class perhaps. But every Nykan wore the magnificent shades, from the youngest street urchin to the sailorfolk to the wealthier folk. In fact, with the exception of the monks, you could usually tell a foreigner apart from a native by the colors they wore. Ire knew she did, in her grays and and dark colors. Those beautiful clothes were like something she'd wear if she was dressing nice for a party or for a ceremony, she'd worry about wearing them as everyday attire for fear of getting it dirty.
Looking to her side, Ire looked at what Savio was wearing. His clothes were still darker and calmer than a true Nykan's.
The couple crossed a bridge and entered the Western Quarter when Ireth had to pause. "I... I remember this." She cocked her head to the side, looking into the city. The ring of anvils being pounded on rang out, though the dull pink stone of the buildings was no different than any other Quarter. "Savio, I was here seven years ago with my father and brothers visiting my aunt. We didn't go anywhere really except for the Docks and my aunt's house. I think... I'm going to guess that she lives here, in this Quarter. Can you take me to where people live? The houses and such?"
Smiths, there were smiths in this part of the city. Ire and Savio passed by a smithy where a broad-shouldered man was swinging a massive hammer, silhouetted by a glowing fire. Two younger boys stood nearby, one pumping a bellows and the other standing at attendance to his teacher, handing the older man a hammer of a different weight when it was requested. Their closeness to the smithy fires made the gloominess of the weather not matter, and two of the three men were shirtless, their bodies glistening with their labor.
"A smith... Perhaps An'seri was a smith of some sort?" Ireth was a little more than frustrated now. "Why can I not remember? This is ridiculous." She folded her arms against her chest and gave a melodramatic sigh.
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