Time Stamp: 12 winter 513
The brisk Winter air was now beginning to get more biting then bracing, though no snow had as yet began to fall. The blue skies clear and that pale color that always seems to bleed all of the sapphires out of the winter sky reigns supreme with the pale light of Syna. The air was quiet as the citizens of Riverfall were less likely to linger in the streets for chatting in the winter rather then the warmer months.
A large green Akalak was making his way down the street, his large shoulders hunched just a little inside his cloak but otherwise not showing any sign of being effected by the coolness. His body was encased in his normal well-worn leather breeches and leather vest-top, the dark leather turning light in the creases but well oiled and maintained. It was still very functional, and had many good uses left to it, so Favchean was a little on the grumble-y side as he pulled to a stop outside of Red Diamond Fashions. However C'hea was not one that he had enough will power to continue to refuse, the small Konti woman who had given birth to him and Chealvan.
It was her prompting that he was here, knowing that she was correct. He was getting far too old now to be letting his clothing fall apart before he went and bought another set...of the exact same pattern and style. He had no clue what looked good, or what was fashionable. He did know what moved well, and was good for training in, and many other things. He didn't quite understand the notion for having more then just a handful of choices in what to wear. If it weren't for the need to clean the clothing he would have been happy with just one set.
Alas, it was time to branch out. For he would not be expected to stay completely alone in the companionship department for much longer, and women tended to like to look at someone dressed well. That was, of course, if C'hea was correct. So it was with a heavy, sigh that the lumbering Akalak ducked into Rosela's shop, and immediately felt large and out of place. The delicate garments that were obviously made for ladies made him feel clumsy and awkward just looking at them, as if he might breath too hard and rip a seam. He stands at the doorway, shifting from foot to foot, if he had of had a hat he would have been crushing it in his hands right now.
The brisk Winter air was now beginning to get more biting then bracing, though no snow had as yet began to fall. The blue skies clear and that pale color that always seems to bleed all of the sapphires out of the winter sky reigns supreme with the pale light of Syna. The air was quiet as the citizens of Riverfall were less likely to linger in the streets for chatting in the winter rather then the warmer months.
A large green Akalak was making his way down the street, his large shoulders hunched just a little inside his cloak but otherwise not showing any sign of being effected by the coolness. His body was encased in his normal well-worn leather breeches and leather vest-top, the dark leather turning light in the creases but well oiled and maintained. It was still very functional, and had many good uses left to it, so Favchean was a little on the grumble-y side as he pulled to a stop outside of Red Diamond Fashions. However C'hea was not one that he had enough will power to continue to refuse, the small Konti woman who had given birth to him and Chealvan.
It was her prompting that he was here, knowing that she was correct. He was getting far too old now to be letting his clothing fall apart before he went and bought another set...of the exact same pattern and style. He had no clue what looked good, or what was fashionable. He did know what moved well, and was good for training in, and many other things. He didn't quite understand the notion for having more then just a handful of choices in what to wear. If it weren't for the need to clean the clothing he would have been happy with just one set.
Alas, it was time to branch out. For he would not be expected to stay completely alone in the companionship department for much longer, and women tended to like to look at someone dressed well. That was, of course, if C'hea was correct. So it was with a heavy, sigh that the lumbering Akalak ducked into Rosela's shop, and immediately felt large and out of place. The delicate garments that were obviously made for ladies made him feel clumsy and awkward just looking at them, as if he might breath too hard and rip a seam. He stands at the doorway, shifting from foot to foot, if he had of had a hat he would have been crushing it in his hands right now.
