[Zhongjie Warren] A Shopping Spree(Evalin)

by **Kennen Dova** on January 10th, 2015, 5:05 am

Winter 2nd, 514 AV

Voices rang clearly through the crisp winter air, competing for Kennen's attention as he stared wide eyed at all the brightly colored tents. Every wonder imaginable was on display, exotic swords and bright gems. Colorful tapestries and tents filled with archaic books, all assaulting his vision with there magnificence. His feet carried him past tents that had just as vibrant merchants shouting out to him. He had thought to come here in search of someone to take him to Windreach, but where to start? There were so many. . . things! That was the only way to describe it, no matter which way he turned there was something designed to dominate the space.

It was a clear voice ringing out over the others that finally caught his attention, "Best falcons anywhere, Highly trained and only the best quality! Straight from Windreach!" He found himself turning and walking over to the tent before he realized it. A short fat bald man was standing behind a table, his attention fixed on a big blue muscled man. The two seemed to be talking to one another, a proud looking falcon standing on a bow-perch between the two on the table. To the casual eye, it definitely did seem to be the perfect specimen. Overly large, muscles rippling over its chest, and plumage all in order.

But Kennen felt his heart stop as he noticed the bird. Despite its apparent appearance, it was behaving oddly and in ways that indicated deeper problems and perhaps lack of care by its owner. Despite being a loud, vibrant place, the falcon had no hood on and seemed to just be staring at one spot. It seemed as if the proud bird was locked into that, unwilling or unable to stop staring at the Akalak despite all the prey animals that were on sale in the tent opposite it. He couldn't be sure without actually examining the bird closer, but he knew deep down that something was wrong with the bird.

As he arrived at the table next to the big akalak, he opened his mouth cutting off the fat merchant, "Sir, whats wrong with your falcon?" The big man next to him looked down at him and scowled, but then turned back to the merchant who had turned red at the words. If looks could kill, Kennen would have breathed his last breath right then and there but as is the merchant had to settle for words. "Get out of here you brat, My birds are nothing but the best! And unless you want to duel over it, you'll leave now!"

The words echoed out, and for the first time since he had arrived the bazaar was finally silent. It was as if the threat of a duel had attracted everyone's eyes, curios bystanders trying to figure out who would use those words and perhaps wondering if there was to be a show. "I don't know about a duel, but Falcons aren't supposed to be so still! There are tasty foods for it over there, and it doesn't even care. All it does is stare ahead. Something is wrong!" Kennen spewed out what he had to say before realizing it probably wasn't the best idea. His eyes went wide, his face pale. He had no way of fighting a duel, or knew what that entailed, but he had continued on anyways spurred by his curiosity about the odd behaving bird. And after his words, murmurs began to fill the silence. Those questioning whether or not the small boy knew what he was talking about, and others wondering how the merchant would handle a kid ruining his business.

With all eyes on him, he began backing away nervously. He was confident he had been correct, but he had no wish to fight in this new city. He hadn't even been there a full two days and already he was starting trouble, that couldn't be good. One after another, he took hesitating steps away from the merchant before turning to bolt through the crowd, ignoring the yells from the merchant and the beckoning calls from the Akalak to come back. His feet were on auto pilot, weaving in and out of the gathered crowd trying to put distance between him and the merchant but he didn't get far. THUD.

Running full speed and without paying attention to where he was going, he had managed to run full force into someone, going into a sprawl on the ground. With a groan he would slowly push himself up onto his hands and knees before looking up to see what damage his flight had caused.

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by **Evalin** on January 11th, 2015, 5:49 pm

Evalin was in an unusually grand mood this day, such that despite the sun shining over head she had decided to travel outside of her room to see the world as the mortals did themselves, by the light of Syna herself. Perhaps it was the coming of winter that had set her spirits high, or that her follower was finally well enough to stand and work as she required him. In any case she now smiled broadly as she said softly, "What a day this be... and what shall we do with it I wonder?"

She work her child form this day, her body small and her voice pitched higher to feign childish innocents. Given her size was diminished she could not wear any of her tell tale wizardly apparal, thus instead she wore her small cotton dress that flared out slightly at the hips and fell just above her bare feet. It was a deep crimson in color, closely matching the color of her blood red eyes. Beyond this the Immortal carried not her staff nor her cloak, though she did wear her ring fashioned from bone upon her right ring finger. Finally around her neck hung a blue gem that hung from a silver chain, Tsenrika in his sealed form that rested against her chest.

She was not alone, for indeed her servant Gresshal had chosen to accompany her... or rather he was forced to come. A large man with tanned skin and hair cut short to the scalp, his expression was not overly pleased with his situation at hand. He was little more than a pack mule this day, for he carried his master's child form in his arms such that she leaned against his large shoulder and her feet dangled over his arm in a lazy fashion. Evalin absently kicked her bare feet in the air, looking about the market place with mild interest as her thoughts began to move to musings of what might be done with the time they were given.

There was a disturbance somewhere in the crowed but Evalin paid it little mind, lost in thought as she was she may have missed it entirely were it not for Gresshal's sudden grunt as someone ran into his leg. Looking down from her perch Evalin blinked as she saw a child, a little boy, sprawled upon the ground by the force of his own impact into the large man and it made her smile.

"You really should not run without looking where you are going. You will hurt yourself." Patting Gresshal's hand she nodded to be let down upon her own feet, and the Dhani merely grunted and lowered his master without a word. Then brushing out the forming wrinkles in her clothing Evalin extended her hand forward and smiled, her teeth ending in soft points and her canines slightly elongated, "Here, allow me to help you."

Her skin was pale, eyes red as blood and her nails were black and ended in sharp points, but Evalin's grasp would be gentle if Kennen accepted her aid. In her child body Evalin was a little bit shorter than Kennen, and looked close to 10 years old by human standards. Tilting her head to the side Evalin would ask softly, "What were you running from in such a hurry?"

OOCHope this is OK