15th day of Fall 517
Shiress stood on the dock, scowling, eyes trailing the ravosala as it pulled away from her. Sighing, she dropped the empty coin purse into her bag. Upon hearing the slave's explanation of not having any coin, having accidentally grabbed the wrong purse before leaving the house, the Ravosalaman had dropped her off at the nearest dock, ignoring her pleas for him to return her to where they had left. Glancing down, Shiress frowned, seeing the slaves brand on her wrist. No doubt, the Ravosalaman had seen it, too.
"Such is the life of one as I." She mumbled, flinging her bag around slim shoulders.
Turning, she took in her surrounding, only then realizing she had never been to this area before. It was...oddly quiet. Taking a step, Shiress crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly desperate to find another ravosala and friendlier ravosalaman, preferably one that would know her Mistress, and allow a free ride home.
Rounding to the front of a building, the corner of her eye caught sight of dark hair disappearing through a doorway. Crossing the distance, Shiress followed, pushing open the door. "Hello? Miss? Would you happen to know..." Words died in her throat as emerald eyes took in the room before her. It was unlike anything the slave had ever seen. An indistinct haze, like a thin, lingering fog greeted her. Tables and windows were draped in vivid colors and each table was adorned with things Shiress had no name for. It mesmerized the slave, her eyes wide, scrutinizing each item, as slow steps took her further into the room.
"Hello?" She called, letting her fingertips slide across the top of a silky table cloth. A smoking cauldron caught her eye, bending over, she breathed deep, taking in the aroma wafting from it and immediately choked and spluttered out a hacking cough. Quickly moving away from that, the slave called out again, this time a bit louder.
"Hello? Miss?"
OOCOK, I told you I was horrible at openers! Its your fault!