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3rd of Winter, 515 A.V.
Red Diamond Fashions
It was cold.
Kiva hated the cold. She didn’t even know how much she hated it until she felt it – true, freezing cold that made your breath turn to frost, and your nose red with pain. It wasn’t even the worst of it. Kiva heard rumors of it getting even colder, of the water freezing over to ice. ICE. That was a thing. Not once had she ever seen ice in Falyndar. They never worried about whether or not the basin would freeze over or if they would slip on sheets of frozen water. It was ridiculous.
What god or goddess was responsible for such an atrocity? Kiva rubbed her hands together, blowing on them, and looked around. The Akalak moved with purpose to keep their city running, some occasionally giving her a look or two, but Kiva ignored them. She walked briskly to keep her body heat up and to get indoors as fast as possible. She was scarcely dressed, which likely explained the looks, and she briefly wondered how mad Myri would be if she flirted with one or two of these blue men in exchange for a coat to borrow. Would that make her look weak?
Blowing out a long, visible puff of air, Kiva ran her hands over her arms and endured. She forced herself to hide her shudders and focused on her breathing. ‘In, out, steady…’ Her fingers were beginning to hurt, and while her shoes were opened toed, she silently thanked the goddess she had remembered to bring her wretched sandals on the small voyage over.
She looked at the map in her hands, ignoring how difficult it was becoming to move her fingers dexterously. "Where am I, where am I?" she growled in Myrian, staring at the map. More than once her dark eyes shot up to look at her surroundings, reading signs and running her finger over the map to try and locate the words. Geography was not a skill she was completely versed in, but this seemed much more straight forward than the jungles, so she gave a silent thanks to Myri.
More suppressed shivers. She had to endure. "I'm... here." Kiva finally managed, finding her location on the map. She put her finger on the spot and trailed her eyes up the street. She'd need to make a few more turns. Right, left. Three doors up. Kiva quickly tucked away the map and kept moving briskly. She so desperately hoped she had the right place. A shop called Red Diamond Fashions, and it was supposed to be a pretty reputable clothing store. When she made it in front of the door, Kiva wasted no time in going inside. A small bell sounded, and to her left, she saw a desk.
An Akalak sat behind it, and greeted her, "Hello, welcome." He noticed her lack of proper attire and raised an eyebrow. Kiva on the other hand, was basking in the change of temperature.
After a moment, the Myrian returned his look and shrugged, pointing to the line of clothing racks, "Warm clothes?" After all, she needn't waste any time.
"Yes, straight ahead. If you need any assistance, please let me know."
Ahead of her was a line of fabrics and dresses and cloaks. In all honesty, Kiva wasn't sure where to begin. She moved tentatively around, poking through clothes that looked too small for her. Briefly she picked up something that reminded her of Taloba, but felt it was too revealing for the weather. She wasn't built for it.
"Riverfall fashion tends to be more conservative, less bold. The design and craftmanship is what stands out. It's what makes the Red Diamond so popular." the man at the desk was offering advice, as he could easily tell she was not from here (her middrift top suggested as much). Kiva's eyes shot towards him and she stared him down.
Was he implying something? She kept a cold, level gaze, looking away only when he cleared his throat and muttered something. It was still good information to have, but Kiva could have noticed as much. She slide the item back on the rack that she was looking at, quickly becoming overwhelmed. She slowly made her way towards the shoes, eyeing a number of boots. There were tall and sort ones, some that laced up and some that buckled. She reached into her pocket and fingered the purse of gold mizas she had in her pocket.
Step one: Get clothes so she could survive this awful frost.
Step two: Get a job to survive this shopping trip.
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3rd of Winter, 515 A.V.
Red Diamond Fashions
It was cold.
Kiva hated the cold. She didn’t even know how much she hated it until she felt it – true, freezing cold that made your breath turn to frost, and your nose red with pain. It wasn’t even the worst of it. Kiva heard rumors of it getting even colder, of the water freezing over to ice. ICE. That was a thing. Not once had she ever seen ice in Falyndar. They never worried about whether or not the basin would freeze over or if they would slip on sheets of frozen water. It was ridiculous.
What god or goddess was responsible for such an atrocity? Kiva rubbed her hands together, blowing on them, and looked around. The Akalak moved with purpose to keep their city running, some occasionally giving her a look or two, but Kiva ignored them. She walked briskly to keep her body heat up and to get indoors as fast as possible. She was scarcely dressed, which likely explained the looks, and she briefly wondered how mad Myri would be if she flirted with one or two of these blue men in exchange for a coat to borrow. Would that make her look weak?
Blowing out a long, visible puff of air, Kiva ran her hands over her arms and endured. She forced herself to hide her shudders and focused on her breathing. ‘In, out, steady…’ Her fingers were beginning to hurt, and while her shoes were opened toed, she silently thanked the goddess she had remembered to bring her wretched sandals on the small voyage over.
She looked at the map in her hands, ignoring how difficult it was becoming to move her fingers dexterously. "Where am I, where am I?" she growled in Myrian, staring at the map. More than once her dark eyes shot up to look at her surroundings, reading signs and running her finger over the map to try and locate the words. Geography was not a skill she was completely versed in, but this seemed much more straight forward than the jungles, so she gave a silent thanks to Myri.
More suppressed shivers. She had to endure. "I'm... here." Kiva finally managed, finding her location on the map. She put her finger on the spot and trailed her eyes up the street. She'd need to make a few more turns. Right, left. Three doors up. Kiva quickly tucked away the map and kept moving briskly. She so desperately hoped she had the right place. A shop called Red Diamond Fashions, and it was supposed to be a pretty reputable clothing store. When she made it in front of the door, Kiva wasted no time in going inside. A small bell sounded, and to her left, she saw a desk.
An Akalak sat behind it, and greeted her, "Hello, welcome." He noticed her lack of proper attire and raised an eyebrow. Kiva on the other hand, was basking in the change of temperature.
After a moment, the Myrian returned his look and shrugged, pointing to the line of clothing racks, "Warm clothes?" After all, she needn't waste any time.
"Yes, straight ahead. If you need any assistance, please let me know."
Ahead of her was a line of fabrics and dresses and cloaks. In all honesty, Kiva wasn't sure where to begin. She moved tentatively around, poking through clothes that looked too small for her. Briefly she picked up something that reminded her of Taloba, but felt it was too revealing for the weather. She wasn't built for it.
"Riverfall fashion tends to be more conservative, less bold. The design and craftmanship is what stands out. It's what makes the Red Diamond so popular." the man at the desk was offering advice, as he could easily tell she was not from here (her middrift top suggested as much). Kiva's eyes shot towards him and she stared him down.
Was he implying something? She kept a cold, level gaze, looking away only when he cleared his throat and muttered something. It was still good information to have, but Kiva could have noticed as much. She slide the item back on the rack that she was looking at, quickly becoming overwhelmed. She slowly made her way towards the shoes, eyeing a number of boots. There were tall and sort ones, some that laced up and some that buckled. She reached into her pocket and fingered the purse of gold mizas she had in her pocket.
Step one: Get clothes so she could survive this awful frost.
Step two: Get a job to survive this shopping trip.
