13th Day of Summer, 514 AV
The Bazaar
It had been an errand. Or...at least, she could recall it having started as one, originally. Issac had given her some pretty vague instructions, managing to catch her just before she slunk off and got a good distance from the house, like she normally did. Yoona preferred to be just about anywhere that wasn't cooped up in that stuffy, single-bedroom living space, though she'd grown an affinity for the local Merchant's Ring, along with the yards of food-filled tents, wagons, and stands that seemed to replenish itself every day.
The Bazaar, a hub for all sorts of fruits, meats, and perishables. The Chaktawe woman didn't think she'd ever seen so much food in one place, before, laying out in the open for all potential buyers to see. So many fruits she'd never seen before, so many colors and shades she'd only ever seen in scarves and robes...
Her "Master" had been blunt with his wishes, instructing her to go out and buy four ounces of things called cherries. Instead of doing the smart thing and describing the fruits to her, however, he'd simply waved her away and went about his own business.
Cherries. Yoona had never heard of them, before, nor could she remember ever seeing or tasting such fruits. Were they sour, or were they sweet? What color did they come in? For some reason, she had a hunch that they were small, but that was as far as her mind could get her when it came to narrowing down her search.
Ten or so chimes had passed since she'd been assigned her duty, and it'd only taken three of those chimes for her to (a bit purposefully) forget what she'd ventured to The Bazaar for. Yoona was content with wandering throughout the many stands and tents, seeing and smelling as many things as she could see and smell out of pure curiosity. And with each unfamiliar fruit she found, the desire to taste it grew and grew. She didn't try, though, harboring a feeling that snatching a fruit or two without paying, just to take a bite, would land her in trouble.
Yoona considered consulting in Ruki for advice, but the hyena was nowhere to be found, off in who-knew-where.
'Cherries, cherries...gah, all these signs written in Common...how unhelpful.'
It was safe to say that the woman was distracted, her focus set on finding the aforementioned fruit if only to save herself from Issac's yelling. The man was young, foolish, and had a voice that could peel the paint off of walls when he became angry.
Suddenly, someone bumped into her, their shoulder clipping hers and wrenching half of her body to the side. Yoona came to a stop, her black eyes widening in surprise, then quickly narrowing as the brief shock morphed into impulsive anger. "What, do you think I'm made of water?" She barked in her native tongue, turning her head to glare at the person. Then, in case her annoyance hadn't gotten across, she switched over to her choppy Common. "Watch where you going!"
The Bazaar
It had been an errand. Or...at least, she could recall it having started as one, originally. Issac had given her some pretty vague instructions, managing to catch her just before she slunk off and got a good distance from the house, like she normally did. Yoona preferred to be just about anywhere that wasn't cooped up in that stuffy, single-bedroom living space, though she'd grown an affinity for the local Merchant's Ring, along with the yards of food-filled tents, wagons, and stands that seemed to replenish itself every day.
The Bazaar, a hub for all sorts of fruits, meats, and perishables. The Chaktawe woman didn't think she'd ever seen so much food in one place, before, laying out in the open for all potential buyers to see. So many fruits she'd never seen before, so many colors and shades she'd only ever seen in scarves and robes...
Her "Master" had been blunt with his wishes, instructing her to go out and buy four ounces of things called cherries. Instead of doing the smart thing and describing the fruits to her, however, he'd simply waved her away and went about his own business.
Cherries. Yoona had never heard of them, before, nor could she remember ever seeing or tasting such fruits. Were they sour, or were they sweet? What color did they come in? For some reason, she had a hunch that they were small, but that was as far as her mind could get her when it came to narrowing down her search.
Ten or so chimes had passed since she'd been assigned her duty, and it'd only taken three of those chimes for her to (a bit purposefully) forget what she'd ventured to The Bazaar for. Yoona was content with wandering throughout the many stands and tents, seeing and smelling as many things as she could see and smell out of pure curiosity. And with each unfamiliar fruit she found, the desire to taste it grew and grew. She didn't try, though, harboring a feeling that snatching a fruit or two without paying, just to take a bite, would land her in trouble.
Yoona considered consulting in Ruki for advice, but the hyena was nowhere to be found, off in who-knew-where.
'Cherries, cherries...gah, all these signs written in Common...how unhelpful.'
It was safe to say that the woman was distracted, her focus set on finding the aforementioned fruit if only to save herself from Issac's yelling. The man was young, foolish, and had a voice that could peel the paint off of walls when he became angry.
Suddenly, someone bumped into her, their shoulder clipping hers and wrenching half of her body to the side. Yoona came to a stop, her black eyes widening in surprise, then quickly narrowing as the brief shock morphed into impulsive anger. "What, do you think I'm made of water?" She barked in her native tongue, turning her head to glare at the person. Then, in case her annoyance hadn't gotten across, she switched over to her choppy Common. "Watch where you going!"
"Tawna" | "Common" | 'Thoughts' | Ruki
