10th of Winter, 518 A.V.
Merchant Ring;
The People's Market
The sun was beaming down upon the water, the reflections and twinkling patches making the water appear solid like hardening wax instead of its usual liquid appearance. The slight breeze nipped like it was cold, but Itt's cheeks were warm as he stared at the canal water splashing into the city's foundation. He let his feet dangle above the gentle waves.
He was hungry. There wasn't many berry bushes around here, and that Kelvic lady told him not to shift since being a Kelvic was bad in this city, so he couldn't eat leaves without people staring at him saying "what the petch". He figured he could buy some food, but the issue was that people seemed to exchange items for food, and Itt didn't have anything to exchange. It was all back home. He missed home. Everything here was new and interesting, and he was learning a lot, but he wanted to go back to his tree at some point. He liked his tree.
Itt sighed. His tummy rumbled.
The young Kelvic was practically pulled to stand by his stomach, dragging him towards the nearest scent of food. It wasn't a long path considering that he was near the booming voices of merchants and farmers in their district. He hadn't ever entered the space itself, considering that the grand entryways were imposing, and the streets were always busy— too busy for him. He liked people and all, but he needed space. Rubbing shoulders with strangers constantly wasn't his kind of thing. Maybe for someone out there, but not him.
Just like the times before, Itt paused in front of the large, southern entry way towards the People's Market, looking up at the archways that were silhouetted by the sun. His hunger pangs nudged his feet forward, but his personal bubble rooted itself into the ground, causing nothing to happen at all except for him to stare awkwardly in the shadow of an average arch leading to an average market with average people. People who passed by raised their eyebrows in similar manners to the arch when they saw the unmoving man, seemingly mesmerized— or terrified of this simple construction.
At least until a man walked by with a piece of paper in his hands. Obviously not pleased or interested in what the page had to say, he groaned and threw it over his shoulder. The wind gently caught it and gracefully put it directly over Itt's face.
Startled by the sudden page splattered over his eyes, the human sloth stumbled backward, grabbing the paper. He pulled it away after some fumbling and glanced around, eyes searching for who it was that wanted him to have this paper. But no one stood out, leaving Itt with nothing to do with the paper but look at it.
"Mhm. Mhm. Mmmmm, mhm."
Yep. He still couldn't read.
He wanted to know what it said though. After all, someone went to the lengths to shove it in his face, so it was meant for him. Maybe he could ask someone to tell him what these words meant.
Looking up from the document, the Kelvic glanced at the faces swimming in the stream of people, unable to pinpoint one that seemed to have even a smidgen of time to spare. Everyone was either talking gibberish to someone else or walking way too fast, leaving Itt puzzled. His feet ambled forward, pressing through the invisible barrier he had set up for himself, entering the market. His brown eyes scanned and scanned, not finding one person who didn't appear busy or on some sort of mission.
He bit his lip, looking down at the page. He took a deep breath, but the strong aromas from the food stands around him overwhelmed him, and his stomach rumbled. He glanced at his stomach for that in a silent shush, looking to his right at the stand there.
The set up was simplistic, jars set up in rows according to their contents. There were mostly jars of gooey honey, air bubbles slowly rising from the bottom to the top, but a few were jams which shimmered.
Itt stared longingly at the jam jars, his limbs feeling weak from noticeable hunger.
"Excuse me." A small voice asked, though the crowd had overpowered it. "Excuse me, sir." The voice raised more, Itt tearing his longing stare away from the jars and towards the voice which came from behind the stand. A young woman stood there with black braids and a warm, fluffy hat. "Would you like to buy some jam?"
Itt blinked at her, not having a clue what she said. But maybe she could help him with this paper. He quickly lifted the page up and pointed to the biggest word,"What?" He asked.
The lady gave him an odd look, but leaned over the stand briefly to read the letters. "Courier Wanted. Oh, you're a courier!" She seemingly beamed.
"Yes." Itt nodded, excited about understanding something. He understood what you are meant. That meant he is something. But what did courier mean? " Cory-er." He flipped the page around so he could look at the letters again. So that big word said You're a courier?
"Hold on just one tick." She held up a finger to him before tapping the woman next to her behind the stand. This woman was significantly older and had her sleeves rolled up, her fingernails dirty, and an intricate marking under her left ear, shimmering slightly. "Momma, this young man right here is a courier!"
"Is he now?" She put a couple of silver mizas in her pouch that hung on her belt, a man walking away from the stand with a jar of honey. "Come here then." She waved her hand towards him, bending down to grab something from underneath their booth.
Itt blinked, his gaze shifting between the two women. When he didn't move, the young woman took his hand and pulled him over to the side of the booth. Itt pulled his hand back when she let go enough for him to do so. "Sorry, I just wanted you out of the walkway."
Itt nodded yet again."Sor-ry," he mimicked.
Merchant Ring;
The People's Market
The sun was beaming down upon the water, the reflections and twinkling patches making the water appear solid like hardening wax instead of its usual liquid appearance. The slight breeze nipped like it was cold, but Itt's cheeks were warm as he stared at the canal water splashing into the city's foundation. He let his feet dangle above the gentle waves.
He was hungry. There wasn't many berry bushes around here, and that Kelvic lady told him not to shift since being a Kelvic was bad in this city, so he couldn't eat leaves without people staring at him saying "what the petch". He figured he could buy some food, but the issue was that people seemed to exchange items for food, and Itt didn't have anything to exchange. It was all back home. He missed home. Everything here was new and interesting, and he was learning a lot, but he wanted to go back to his tree at some point. He liked his tree.
Itt sighed. His tummy rumbled.
The young Kelvic was practically pulled to stand by his stomach, dragging him towards the nearest scent of food. It wasn't a long path considering that he was near the booming voices of merchants and farmers in their district. He hadn't ever entered the space itself, considering that the grand entryways were imposing, and the streets were always busy— too busy for him. He liked people and all, but he needed space. Rubbing shoulders with strangers constantly wasn't his kind of thing. Maybe for someone out there, but not him.
Just like the times before, Itt paused in front of the large, southern entry way towards the People's Market, looking up at the archways that were silhouetted by the sun. His hunger pangs nudged his feet forward, but his personal bubble rooted itself into the ground, causing nothing to happen at all except for him to stare awkwardly in the shadow of an average arch leading to an average market with average people. People who passed by raised their eyebrows in similar manners to the arch when they saw the unmoving man, seemingly mesmerized— or terrified of this simple construction.
At least until a man walked by with a piece of paper in his hands. Obviously not pleased or interested in what the page had to say, he groaned and threw it over his shoulder. The wind gently caught it and gracefully put it directly over Itt's face.
Startled by the sudden page splattered over his eyes, the human sloth stumbled backward, grabbing the paper. He pulled it away after some fumbling and glanced around, eyes searching for who it was that wanted him to have this paper. But no one stood out, leaving Itt with nothing to do with the paper but look at it.
"Mhm. Mhm. Mmmmm, mhm."
Yep. He still couldn't read.
He wanted to know what it said though. After all, someone went to the lengths to shove it in his face, so it was meant for him. Maybe he could ask someone to tell him what these words meant.
Looking up from the document, the Kelvic glanced at the faces swimming in the stream of people, unable to pinpoint one that seemed to have even a smidgen of time to spare. Everyone was either talking gibberish to someone else or walking way too fast, leaving Itt puzzled. His feet ambled forward, pressing through the invisible barrier he had set up for himself, entering the market. His brown eyes scanned and scanned, not finding one person who didn't appear busy or on some sort of mission.
He bit his lip, looking down at the page. He took a deep breath, but the strong aromas from the food stands around him overwhelmed him, and his stomach rumbled. He glanced at his stomach for that in a silent shush, looking to his right at the stand there.
The set up was simplistic, jars set up in rows according to their contents. There were mostly jars of gooey honey, air bubbles slowly rising from the bottom to the top, but a few were jams which shimmered.
Itt stared longingly at the jam jars, his limbs feeling weak from noticeable hunger.
"Excuse me." A small voice asked, though the crowd had overpowered it. "Excuse me, sir." The voice raised more, Itt tearing his longing stare away from the jars and towards the voice which came from behind the stand. A young woman stood there with black braids and a warm, fluffy hat. "Would you like to buy some jam?"
Itt blinked at her, not having a clue what she said. But maybe she could help him with this paper. He quickly lifted the page up and pointed to the biggest word,"What?" He asked.
The lady gave him an odd look, but leaned over the stand briefly to read the letters. "Courier Wanted. Oh, you're a courier!" She seemingly beamed.
"Yes." Itt nodded, excited about understanding something. He understood what you are meant. That meant he is something. But what did courier mean? " Cory-er." He flipped the page around so he could look at the letters again. So that big word said You're a courier?
"Hold on just one tick." She held up a finger to him before tapping the woman next to her behind the stand. This woman was significantly older and had her sleeves rolled up, her fingernails dirty, and an intricate marking under her left ear, shimmering slightly. "Momma, this young man right here is a courier!"
"Is he now?" She put a couple of silver mizas in her pouch that hung on her belt, a man walking away from the stand with a jar of honey. "Come here then." She waved her hand towards him, bending down to grab something from underneath their booth.
Itt blinked, his gaze shifting between the two women. When he didn't move, the young woman took his hand and pulled him over to the side of the booth. Itt pulled his hand back when she let go enough for him to do so. "Sorry, I just wanted you out of the walkway."
Itt nodded yet again."Sor-ry," he mimicked.
