23rd of Summer, 514AV
The Blade Plaza was as colourful as she had heard it would be. Brightly painted stalls and ornate bridges wide enough to let many a loaded cart traverse over the canals of the city. Kenash was a beautiful if odd city, definitely a pleasant change from the monotonous stone wall of Syliras. It reminded her more of the Charbosian city's mismatch of unique coral, so much culture, so much colour. Now strolling through the stalls as the afternoon sun beat down on her, M'wanii took a healthy swig from her waterskin.
The days spent travelling with a crew of Svefra whose entire vegetable supply consisted solely of picked cucumbers had been interesting to say the least. Interesting enough that if she ever saw another green plant floating in a jar of vinegar, the amphibian had no doubt she was going to be seriously sick. Shuddering at the very thought of it, she was thankful to be free of them now. Finding a captain willing to take her to the next city down stream, Riverfall hadn't been to hard. Her next destination had a decent trade route going, the farmer's daughter in her knew that was a good sign for what the city would be like. From there on hopefully the amphibian could work towards reaching the distant Windreach and not quite as distant Una.
Una. Hopefully her penpal was having fun there, the letters had made it sound like she had been. Shaking the thoughts free M'wanii continued on her journey, trying to ignore the distinct feeling of homesickness that had grown on her. She missed a lot of things; the tug of the current, the feel of salt water flowing past her fins, her family, the coral. Most of all she missed the people. Common wasn't an easy language to speak and she tended to butcher it horribly. Maybe that was why she was here to start with. Charodae were many things; explorers, artists, farmers but for most they were merchants. If there was a pearl in the ocean, it could be sold on the land was the phrase commonly used. If you needed to find them, the first port of call was the market place.
However so far there hadn't been any, not a single one. No tentacled haired green men trying to flog the cargo of the ship that sunk last month, not even some old finned woman offering out shell necklaces. Nothing. However what there was a lot of was odd looks, mainly directed at herself. In sight of the raging heat, M'Wanii's normal cloth coverings had been forfeit for a cooler walk. Down to her linen chemise and trousers, her leather boots made soft contact with the ground as she turned the corner. One of these days she would find a land-dwelling city whose resident didn't need to so blatantly stare at her as she walked by. Yes, she had fins and grey skin and a lot of scars and was missing an ear, but that was still no excuse to stare!
Giving up on finding another of her kind, the charoda casually moved to inspect a simple stall that was selling some earth grown plants. She was yet to find a plant not from the sea that she truly liked the taste of. Broccoli had been suggested to her but on buying some, she had found it too bitter. Lettuce, she could put up with but still it didn't taste right. Leaning forward sightly to better inspect the produce, a hand causally placed it self on the small bag of mizas attached to the strap of her water skin. 'I wonder which one of these would be appetising?,' she thought hungrily.
The Blade Plaza was as colourful as she had heard it would be. Brightly painted stalls and ornate bridges wide enough to let many a loaded cart traverse over the canals of the city. Kenash was a beautiful if odd city, definitely a pleasant change from the monotonous stone wall of Syliras. It reminded her more of the Charbosian city's mismatch of unique coral, so much culture, so much colour. Now strolling through the stalls as the afternoon sun beat down on her, M'wanii took a healthy swig from her waterskin.
The days spent travelling with a crew of Svefra whose entire vegetable supply consisted solely of picked cucumbers had been interesting to say the least. Interesting enough that if she ever saw another green plant floating in a jar of vinegar, the amphibian had no doubt she was going to be seriously sick. Shuddering at the very thought of it, she was thankful to be free of them now. Finding a captain willing to take her to the next city down stream, Riverfall hadn't been to hard. Her next destination had a decent trade route going, the farmer's daughter in her knew that was a good sign for what the city would be like. From there on hopefully the amphibian could work towards reaching the distant Windreach and not quite as distant Una.
Una. Hopefully her penpal was having fun there, the letters had made it sound like she had been. Shaking the thoughts free M'wanii continued on her journey, trying to ignore the distinct feeling of homesickness that had grown on her. She missed a lot of things; the tug of the current, the feel of salt water flowing past her fins, her family, the coral. Most of all she missed the people. Common wasn't an easy language to speak and she tended to butcher it horribly. Maybe that was why she was here to start with. Charodae were many things; explorers, artists, farmers but for most they were merchants. If there was a pearl in the ocean, it could be sold on the land was the phrase commonly used. If you needed to find them, the first port of call was the market place.
However so far there hadn't been any, not a single one. No tentacled haired green men trying to flog the cargo of the ship that sunk last month, not even some old finned woman offering out shell necklaces. Nothing. However what there was a lot of was odd looks, mainly directed at herself. In sight of the raging heat, M'Wanii's normal cloth coverings had been forfeit for a cooler walk. Down to her linen chemise and trousers, her leather boots made soft contact with the ground as she turned the corner. One of these days she would find a land-dwelling city whose resident didn't need to so blatantly stare at her as she walked by. Yes, she had fins and grey skin and a lot of scars and was missing an ear, but that was still no excuse to stare!
Giving up on finding another of her kind, the charoda casually moved to inspect a simple stall that was selling some earth grown plants. She was yet to find a plant not from the sea that she truly liked the taste of. Broccoli had been suggested to her but on buying some, she had found it too bitter. Lettuce, she could put up with but still it didn't taste right. Leaning forward sightly to better inspect the produce, a hand causally placed it self on the small bag of mizas attached to the strap of her water skin. 'I wonder which one of these would be appetising?,' she thought hungrily.