5th Summer 511 AV
Mid to Late Morning
It was the sun was the most noticeable thing on this day. It was bright, sharp to the eyes and distinctively piercing, a multitude of hues reflecting off the shining surfaces. The cold stones grew warm, and the shadows were chased away to be replaced with the heat of the sun. Salt was the next noticeable thing, or at least it was to Fallon as she descended down through Zeltiva. The city to her was a maze, tight and complex a lacking sense of direction as to where she could go and how. This was no doubt as to why she was set to wandering on through the winding streets in order to gain some form of bearings. Flies buzzed in the air, a gentle hum in the background of cawing sea birds as they circled in the sky.
Blessed with the common sense to leave her coat behind, Fallon rolled up her sleeves of her shirt, but kept her gloves firmly in place. Her boots barely pressing against the stones, she gave only a quick turn as she tried to recall the route from memory, only to have it stutter and fail.
The fish market opened up to her like a gapping maw, the luring scent wheeling her in – which was related to the third distinctive thing she had notice. Fish was everywhere. It was perhaps to the outsider’s surprising on how a city could deal in so much of the aquatic sort – along with the many methods in which to deal with it. Grill it, salt it, smoke it, and so on. She boggled at the tiny stall that sold such articles, brow rising only slightly as the distinct scent ensnared the senses. There was a shudder, followed by the forced step in continuing onward through the market. Calls echoed through the air, words of the morning catch shouted to the passing people, all over watched over by a distinctively grumpy old man.
But among all the shouting of fish and catches, was something that did indeed catch her eye. An oddity among the bodies and stalls, she looked upon the sign beneath the shadow of an old tree. She shifted her way through the sea of people, right hand leading, her left insuring nothing went missing - the kukri being the most protected by the hand that continued to hover above. She gave a step out, shaking herself down before averting her eyes to the sign with curiosity, her lips twitching to the words silently, ”Paintings and Drawings for Sale, Pre-made Pictures and Image Requests Done by Yours Truly…?”
Her eyes averted downwards and away towards the dark blonde man beneath the shade, the lids wincing as she adjusted to the changes from daylight to shade. She would have interrupted him, if it was not the moment of hesitation as to whether or not he was the artist the sign belonged to. She gave a quick cough, her hands snapping into her pockets as she looked the immediate area up and down. She cleared her throat and inclined her head to the sign, "Is that you?"
Mid to Late Morning
It was the sun was the most noticeable thing on this day. It was bright, sharp to the eyes and distinctively piercing, a multitude of hues reflecting off the shining surfaces. The cold stones grew warm, and the shadows were chased away to be replaced with the heat of the sun. Salt was the next noticeable thing, or at least it was to Fallon as she descended down through Zeltiva. The city to her was a maze, tight and complex a lacking sense of direction as to where she could go and how. This was no doubt as to why she was set to wandering on through the winding streets in order to gain some form of bearings. Flies buzzed in the air, a gentle hum in the background of cawing sea birds as they circled in the sky.
Blessed with the common sense to leave her coat behind, Fallon rolled up her sleeves of her shirt, but kept her gloves firmly in place. Her boots barely pressing against the stones, she gave only a quick turn as she tried to recall the route from memory, only to have it stutter and fail.
The fish market opened up to her like a gapping maw, the luring scent wheeling her in – which was related to the third distinctive thing she had notice. Fish was everywhere. It was perhaps to the outsider’s surprising on how a city could deal in so much of the aquatic sort – along with the many methods in which to deal with it. Grill it, salt it, smoke it, and so on. She boggled at the tiny stall that sold such articles, brow rising only slightly as the distinct scent ensnared the senses. There was a shudder, followed by the forced step in continuing onward through the market. Calls echoed through the air, words of the morning catch shouted to the passing people, all over watched over by a distinctively grumpy old man.
But among all the shouting of fish and catches, was something that did indeed catch her eye. An oddity among the bodies and stalls, she looked upon the sign beneath the shadow of an old tree. She shifted her way through the sea of people, right hand leading, her left insuring nothing went missing - the kukri being the most protected by the hand that continued to hover above. She gave a step out, shaking herself down before averting her eyes to the sign with curiosity, her lips twitching to the words silently, ”Paintings and Drawings for Sale, Pre-made Pictures and Image Requests Done by Yours Truly…?”
Her eyes averted downwards and away towards the dark blonde man beneath the shade, the lids wincing as she adjusted to the changes from daylight to shade. She would have interrupted him, if it was not the moment of hesitation as to whether or not he was the artist the sign belonged to. She gave a quick cough, her hands snapping into her pockets as she looked the immediate area up and down. She cleared her throat and inclined her head to the sign, "Is that you?"
