36th of Fall 514AV
The wonderful thing about Fall in Kenash is not that it gets cooler, no. Few days during the dead of winter give the Kenashians gooseskin, but fall made the sun bearable. Although the man was far used to the humid heat of the swamp, he liked the fall, when the sun beat down, but the wind counteracted, leaving him comfortably warm as he strolled the streets of his home-city.
Matilla had kicked him out of the shop that morning, nor was it in a respectful manor. The Pelican had known him too long, and so she quite literally shoved him out the front doors. He had done nothing but work these past few days, nothing at all. So it was fair enough that he left he shop, socialized a little bit. Although with who, he wouldn't know. When Jed ran over the list of friends who wouldn't mind a surprise visit, he realized he lacked any. Product of not being social. So he was just going to take a walk, maybe visit the library, and tell Matilla a tale about his adventures.
Gods, he was beginning to doubt whether she was his slave or he was hers.
With his hands in his pockets, his blue eyes mulled over the multitude of freeborns that strode through the streets like they owned them. Jed was tempted to let a scowl set across his face, but he remembered the effect of such a mask. Instead he caught the eye of a young lady, not older than twenty. It was obvious her parents wanted her to be part of a class higher than they were. Her carefully applied paints and crudely tailored dress practically yelled the fact. He gave her a nod and she quickly averted his gaze, as if the Radacke wasn't worth her time. Then Jed really scowled. He was worth everyone's time.
It took him a moment to register why, he was in his work clothes. Simple linen pants and a hastily buttoned cotton shirt. He didn't wear bright colors and he was pretty sure he hadn't run a comb through his hair that morning. With the scars and tattoos that peaked out of his collar and blatantly drew themselves across his forearms, it was easy to see why she didn't care for him. He looked like a freeborn.
Jed's scowl deepened.
But then he caught a whiff of something that he hadn't had the pleasure of tasting since he was a child. Chocolate. The Radacke's back straightened immediately, as his eyes wandered to the store front and his feet slowed down. Did he, a grown respectable man, really want to enter into a candy shop, for no reason? Would Jed allow himself to dig into the eatable gold, potentially affecting his tough-guy looks?
Hai yes.
Jed turned into the store, swinging to door open to allow himself through. Immediately his nostrils were assaulted by the sweet smells of various chocolates and sweets in the Draer's shop. Immediately a childish impulse demanded that he buy all of the chocolate, that he buy the whole store and devour the sweets. But he was not a child, so with a straight face, he stopped just inside the door, taking a moment before stepping forward again. With a low voice, he spoke to the Svefra behind the counter. "How much for a few of those cubes there?"
"Depe3nds on which one you'd like. We've got dark chocolate and milk chocolate as well as nuts and fruit filled chocolates. They range from two silvers to two golds." Jed was hoping this would be simpler. Now there were choices he had to choose from. It was harder for the brute because he didn't know the different between dark and milk. Was one sweeter? He didn't want it too sweet. For a man who ate sweets as much as Jed did, his lack of knowledge was almost understandable. Almost. But either way, he would act as if he actually knew what he was doing.
"Uh ... I would like two of your light ones and one of those dark ones. I don't want anything too sweet." Jed brought one hand up to run it through his hair. He kept his face straight, but he knew he was over-thinking this whole process. Chocolate was chocolate. At least Jed though he was over-thinking it until he received the odd look from the blonde behind the counter. Shyke, the light ones were the sweeter ones, weren't they? Jed was never going to do this again. Timothy or Sander would be the ones shopping next time, there was a reason Jed never spent his own money ... he didn't know a damn thing about what he was spending it on. As she wrapped the chocolate in paper and slid it into a bag, Jed tried to loosen up. He pulled the scowl off of his bearded lips so he looked at least somewhat pleased to be buying chocolate.
Matilla had kicked him out of the shop that morning, nor was it in a respectful manor. The Pelican had known him too long, and so she quite literally shoved him out the front doors. He had done nothing but work these past few days, nothing at all. So it was fair enough that he left he shop, socialized a little bit. Although with who, he wouldn't know. When Jed ran over the list of friends who wouldn't mind a surprise visit, he realized he lacked any. Product of not being social. So he was just going to take a walk, maybe visit the library, and tell Matilla a tale about his adventures.
Gods, he was beginning to doubt whether she was his slave or he was hers.
With his hands in his pockets, his blue eyes mulled over the multitude of freeborns that strode through the streets like they owned them. Jed was tempted to let a scowl set across his face, but he remembered the effect of such a mask. Instead he caught the eye of a young lady, not older than twenty. It was obvious her parents wanted her to be part of a class higher than they were. Her carefully applied paints and crudely tailored dress practically yelled the fact. He gave her a nod and she quickly averted his gaze, as if the Radacke wasn't worth her time. Then Jed really scowled. He was worth everyone's time.
It took him a moment to register why, he was in his work clothes. Simple linen pants and a hastily buttoned cotton shirt. He didn't wear bright colors and he was pretty sure he hadn't run a comb through his hair that morning. With the scars and tattoos that peaked out of his collar and blatantly drew themselves across his forearms, it was easy to see why she didn't care for him. He looked like a freeborn.
Jed's scowl deepened.
But then he caught a whiff of something that he hadn't had the pleasure of tasting since he was a child. Chocolate. The Radacke's back straightened immediately, as his eyes wandered to the store front and his feet slowed down. Did he, a grown respectable man, really want to enter into a candy shop, for no reason? Would Jed allow himself to dig into the eatable gold, potentially affecting his tough-guy looks?
Hai yes.
Jed turned into the store, swinging to door open to allow himself through. Immediately his nostrils were assaulted by the sweet smells of various chocolates and sweets in the Draer's shop. Immediately a childish impulse demanded that he buy all of the chocolate, that he buy the whole store and devour the sweets. But he was not a child, so with a straight face, he stopped just inside the door, taking a moment before stepping forward again. With a low voice, he spoke to the Svefra behind the counter. "How much for a few of those cubes there?"
"Depe3nds on which one you'd like. We've got dark chocolate and milk chocolate as well as nuts and fruit filled chocolates. They range from two silvers to two golds." Jed was hoping this would be simpler. Now there were choices he had to choose from. It was harder for the brute because he didn't know the different between dark and milk. Was one sweeter? He didn't want it too sweet. For a man who ate sweets as much as Jed did, his lack of knowledge was almost understandable. Almost. But either way, he would act as if he actually knew what he was doing.
"Uh ... I would like two of your light ones and one of those dark ones. I don't want anything too sweet." Jed brought one hand up to run it through his hair. He kept his face straight, but he knew he was over-thinking this whole process. Chocolate was chocolate. At least Jed though he was over-thinking it until he received the odd look from the blonde behind the counter. Shyke, the light ones were the sweeter ones, weren't they? Jed was never going to do this again. Timothy or Sander would be the ones shopping next time, there was a reason Jed never spent his own money ... he didn't know a damn thing about what he was spending it on. As she wrapped the chocolate in paper and slid it into a bag, Jed tried to loosen up. He pulled the scowl off of his bearded lips so he looked at least somewhat pleased to be buying chocolate.
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