[FLASHBACK] A Chance Encounter at the Market [Ashen]

[Zanril]

12th of Spring, 511 A.V. Today was a great day to stretch Zanril's legs. The air was crisp and refreshing as he strode around the Frozen Falls Market. He walked over and clutched the rail overlooking the falls and playfully kicked a chunk of ice off the ledge. Zanril beamed, thinking about the day ahead. He was going to see if a craftsman would finish the ornate carvings on the hunting knife he was presenting to his brother on his first hunt, less than a season away. Zanril exhaled deeply to see his breath carry up into the air and disappear. He spun around on his heel and began to peruse the various wares the shops were offering. Many of these shops catered to Vanthan hobbies and Zanril enjoyed seeing what new items they offered. His very favorite shop was Snow Stained Bows, but here in the market were many exciting shops as well. He began humming as he looked through the shops--preserved foods, toys, many miscellaneous things--he knew the shop he needed, but wasn't willing to end his trip just yet. There were many people bustling around, mostly Vantha of course, but here and there were the occasional outsider. A shop piqued Zanril's interest. On display, along with a number of fine cloths, were a variety of furs and pelts. Bear, fox, wolf... Zanril was reminded of the day nearly three seasons ago in the woods with the Kelvic and the girl. Maybe he should visit them again soon. Thoughts of the two swam around in Zanril's head as the noise of the market buzzed all around him.