Closed The Great Bizarre

[Maduro Salvitary]

90th Of Spring 513 AV

It had been a long night to say the least, and one Maduro found himself in this cyclone of noise and bartering. It wasn't exactly his scene and he new to this city was already lost in the cacaphony of the masses.

It was an endless sea of people, and he treaded the waters carefully. He had to remember this wasn't Sunberth from time to time. Perhaps it was paranoia but he always felt like something was going to erupt in the streets. But it didn't and all he had to do was shake the none sense from his mind and carry on.

He was lost now adrift in an ocean of commotion, he wasn't sure whether to head to the rearing stallion or go outside the city walls.

He was dressed casually, his clothing consisted of a black shirt, pants, belt and leather shoes. The whole idea behind the wardrobe was to accentuate and highlight his own features. He liked to think of himself as easy on eyes, he had ice blue eyes and meticulously well kept hair his whole look was about being crisp and clean.

The real feature of was a special exotic cologne his heirloom from a time long ago. Made from all kinds of aphrodisiacs. It was a fragrance that highlighted powerful floral notes that blended into a spicey musk. Sometimes not always it could drive a persons inner desires wild, it could be potent and alluring but that depended solely on the person. He'd met people in his life that either loved it or hated it.

He was castaway bobbling in the tides of people looking for someone or something to catch his fancy

[Edreina]

For the billionth time that day, Edreina found herself fidgeting with her "city clothes". Today she was wearing a royal blue, floor length cotton skirt with an off-white shirt to match tucked beneath a loosely laced leather corset. As had become habit since the day it was given to her, Edreina's mane of fire was wrestled into a high pony-tail by a worn yellow bandanna. The style had become a sort of fancy of hers when she realized just how large and - in her opinion - beautiful it made her blue eyes look, how it complimented her bone structure. Not that she was vain or anything... But nice clothes and a new hairstyle seemed unable to do anything for Edreina as she found herself - once more - lost in the expanse of Syliras. She had been wandering about the city all day now and had hoped to be able to return to her ship for the night. The idea of staying in a foreign tavern was oddly terrifying. Just when all seemed hopeless, an idea came to her. Why not stop and ask someone for directions? Sure she had considered it before but a healthy dose of shyness had kept her from capitalizing upon it. Now to find the right person... Edreina's eyes roamed the crowds slowly until they alighted upon a man who, in her opinion, looked utterly respectable. After winding her way through the crowd, within arm's reach, Edreina found herself pausing. Hell, girl. Isn't the reason you came to Syliras to meet new people? Why the hesitation now? In almost too hurried a motion, Edreina reached out and tapped the man upon the shoulder. Graceful... Blushing brightly, she hurried on with the purpose of her disturbing him. Perhaps that was the reason she was hesitant to speak to strangers. She did not want to disturb them. Even in the slightest. Anyway. "Pardon me, sir," the land-strider honorific seemed a bit heavy on the footloose-Svefra's tongue, "could you please tell me how to get back to the docks?" Realizing that her arm was still half-way extended, Edreina was quick to retract it with a blush that made her appear as if someone had slapped fresh pink paint upon her cheeks.

[Maduro Salvitary]

Maduro had felt something tap his back, and as he turned around he saw a woman with features he was not accustomed to.

She had fiery red hair, freckles, a yellow bandana that brought out the sparkle in her big sky blue eyes. The way the skirt danced just above the ground and the way the material of her clothing hugged her body. Her form and curves taunted him right down to the tone of her outstretched arm. Everything about her was appealing and Maduro found himself stricken by this woman.

The fresh pink of her cheeks was an indicator that maybe she thought the same

Maduro raised a brow and smiled warmly his azure blue eyes locked onto hers as if she were the hypnotist and he had been mesmerized.

Snapping out of this lackadaisical funk, he shook his head laughing softly as right arm reached for the back of his head.

Pardon my manners I just wasn't expecting to be graced by a pink goddess.

It was all about the pitch in his voice, his reaction to her and how he refocused. The tone in his voice was light hearted, it was a silly opening line he used the word pink to egg her on to say something back. Sometimes body language was key to delivery. The idea was to let her know he was attracted to her but to keep the mood fun.

Aye no need for Sir lovely,
My names Maduro what's yours?

I believe the docks are that way

He pointed northeast, towards his guesstimation

Would you like company?

[Edreina]

"Pardon my manners I just wasn't expecting to be graced by a pink goddess." A- A pink what-now? Edreina found herself flushing all the brighter. A gentle breeze hit the man from behind and Edreina felt herself assaulted by a medley of spices and aromatics wafting from the man. The sheer power of the scent nearly made the Svefra falter back. Though the overwhelming musk made her nose itch oddly, Edreina found herself enjoying the scent. It was exotic, tantalizing- Focus. "Aye no need for Sir, lovely. My name's Maduro. What's yours?" He had greeted her with a first name only, so Edreina was pleased to do the same. "Edreina." The single word was said with a bright smile that seemed to set her face alight. The fiery female found herself eyeing the suave man before her, appreciating all of the work that he obviously put into her look. At the same time, however, his perfectly crafted visage made her feel like a mismatched miser. "I believe the docks are that way." Edreina glanced over her shoulder, back in the direction she had just come from, with a sigh. Great, more backtracking. "Would you like company?" Edreina thought on this for a moment. Part of her was interested by the perfectly manicured man before her, curious to know at least a small tad about him. At the same time, however, Edreina could not help but be wary. Here she was in a strange town, all alone, accepting assistance from an utter stranger. Oh no. Nothing could ever possibly go wrong in this situation. Hesitating, Edreina finally answered: "Yes, please. But, would you mind leading the way?" As if punctuating the question, she turned to the side so that he could pass, could take the lead. Her smile was just as bright and inviting as ever, but part of her could not help but worry.

[Maduro Salvitary]

It had seemed if Maduros words had stabbed the woman deeper then he had intended. She became a little shy and her cheeks flushed wildly as she seemed to flutter away as a gentle breeze swept across them.

Maduro was like a child with a present in his hands, he was filled with energy and enthusiasm. It was strange he had never met the woman before but there was something about her that gripped his interest. Maybe it was the hair the freckles her looks or her wardrobe it needn't matter. He found himself smitten and while she might have felt like a mix matched mizer Maduro thought differently much differently.

There was an air of fun, exploration, adventure that seemed to eminate off of her.

Edreina Huh, it suits you.
A beautiful name for a beautiful woman

He watched how she smiled and how her face lit up, he watched how she was looking at him and Maduro felt like she felt the same way. When she looked at his face he would look into her eyes with his own. It was a soothing and calm gaze followed by a smile and a bit of a laugh.

Aye if you insist lovely
Although I will admit that the day seems to have darkened some now that I can't see you.

He would oblige the woman's request and while although he could not see her it would not stop him from attempting to flirt with her.

As he walked more like navigated there way towards the docks, taking short cuts through vendors across roads but as they traveled he continued talking.

So what brings you to Sylira? I mean aside from making my day wonderful of course.

He was hoping with a little elbow grease he could crack that shell of hers, he was certain that once they lept over that obstacle they would get along nicely.

What could happen? They could have a good time?