[Zongjie Warrens]An Accidental Encounter(Kaie)

[Adyel]

45-WINTER-515AV

The Kelvic knew to be aware of his surroundings while out within the city of Riverfall. Adyel wouldn't usually travel out into the city alone. But, he decided it would be best for him to take another look around and hopefully not get grabbed by another random person who would be asking of about symbols and strange lettering. All of these "power" things or whichever you call it struck the Kelvic as strange and inhumanly unnatural. Was he the only one? Or was that tar dripping man the other? But, if there were two people who were... Possessed with such "powers" would there be more people just like him? And if things can't get even more weird. He's a Kelvic. And if the Akalaks found out about his uniqueness he would definitely be taken. Perhaps as a slave. And that was one of the boy's biggest fears. Becoming a slave. He never wanted to become one and his mother did all she could to prevent the young Kelvic of becoming a slave.

The boy was swathed with his usual attire for winter clothing. A coat, scarf , hat, long pants, shirt, and working boots. The wind merely had been exposed to the boy's skin. He shivered a bit, but wasn't to cold for the Kelvic to be freezing from the blithe of the weather. Adyel took a turn as he left the gates and into the city. He had breakfast earlier before. While he was at The Sanctuary. He explained to Kavala how he would be within the city for today. And he'd promise he will come home for lunch.

The boy passed the Gideon Arena. And it was a sight to see. Organized in a way. And built with architecture. Adyel gazed at it for about a few ticks in time before he managed to pass the arena. He passed another building that was announced empty. And soon crossed the bridge. For it being a bridge, it wasn't to decorative. Simple, but strong enough to hold a large enough capacity. The river flowed with great speed, beneath the crevices of the broken portions of the ice like pavement.

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It didn't take to long of a walk to cross the bridge. No. In fact, short enough than imagined. Adyel managed to cross it within chimes and passed other buildings after he crossed. So many buildings with so many names. Most of which seemed empty. But, others were still thriving with occupants and residents. The Kelvic happily trudged along through the streets minding his own business he wanted to have this day intended to browse more of The Warren. Finally, use his money that he had saved from his mother. Perhaps, buy something worthy.

The boy took another turn. And was instantly greeted by the noise of the Bazaar. People of all races, genders. Walking about, buying selling things of all sorts of objects. Others were chatting and conversing about multiple things. The weather. How much one missed the warmth. Spring, flowers. Money, jobs, taxes. And all other sorts of things. To much for the Kelvic to interpret. But, enough to understand what each and everyone was talking about.

Adyel passed by a few clothing kiosks that were selling some really interesting winter gear and clothing. Adyel managed to take his walk towards the one portable shop that stored the art supplies. He was one boy enjoyed the arts of any kind. Drawing, reading. writing. Anything. Even music. He accidentally bumped into a woman. Who turned and faced the boy with disgust. "Sorry ma'am. Just trying to reach the art place..." "Really sorry..."The boy stated with guilt. He looked at the woman's eyes as he spoke, but tried taking them off as he was merely timid of the woman, though she looked menacing enough to want to look away.


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[Kaie]

A gorgeous city I can't help but currently loathe, the Myrian thought bitterly with a shiver. She wrapped her cloak tighter about her body as she navigated the crowds approaching the bazaar. Winter had not been kind nor gentle this time around. Snow frosted over the intricate designs of building roofs and hid the impressive details of like-like statues in the gardens. Cold winds whipped through the labyrinth of Riverfall without avail, reaching even the most lonesome wanderers hidden away in narrow alleyways. Ice slicked over common pathways and froze over beloved orchards and vineyards. Each time her boots squashed into the occasional slush she fought the will to visibly cringe. Yet for all her seething hatred for the weather and the conditions it brought, could she truly be blamed? She was a woman of the jungle, a native to Falyndar. Her home consisted of humid forests and the beating hot sun on her bronze skin. Her world was one in which one dared not wear much more than a loincloth. She did not belong swaddled in a thick winter cloak with buckskin leggings yanked up to cover what her loincloth did not. Perhaps all was not so terrible, though. The taverns were still warm and the wine was just as prestigious as she remembered. Not to mention she would always remember the awful winter season of 515 not for the slush, the wretched sea lions howling her sleep away, or the extra layers she had to purchase just to walk out her door. The winter season of 515 arrived to gift the homeward bound Myrian with the manifestation of an ability beyond her own comprehension.

It truly came from no where. Each day before the Winter Blaze party was just as average as any other. Even afterward, she physically felt no variation. The change was explainable. Myri had not wandered down from her throne after her Coming of Age trials to reward her with a blessing. No mysterious character laid hands on her that she could remember, no divine intervention evident of any kind had embraced her. Nonetheless, a hyper-awareness of those around her had seized her. Several times she'd sit in a tavern simply enjoying a brew when the sensation would eventually arrive: a foreboding of ill will and palpable malice. It was there in the room with her. Somehow she was certain of it, certain the malicious intent was directed toward her being. Before she knew it she'd be paying her bill and out the door as if she could no longer endure being there a tick longer. Alas, that was not the end of it. Sparring later on had enlightened her to the idea a strange intuition was now aiding her in combat. It was as if as soon as her opponent committed to an attack, she was already positioning herself out of its path without consciously choosing to do so. Granted, she still was knocked on her rear deservingly now and again. The gift was inevitably imperfect. It was still challenging to even see it as a gift, really. As of late, the jungle-born's self-preservation ability was still at war with her combat style. Needless to say, the warrior woman was conflicted in body and mind with no clue on how to force the two inner motivations to reconcile.

Kaie shook her head and squeeze through a pair of conversing Akalak congesting the foot traffic. Lucky for the vendors, the cold couldn't discourage the populace from weathering the outdoors. People needed what they needed and the bazaar had it all. A new hunting knife would be nice. Maybe I could figure out a better way to skin an animal myself so Kyle won't have to always do it for us so I don't mess it up. Amber eyes searched the booths and tents she passed in search of blades. The first she stopped at seemed promising. Glints of sharpened metal caught her gaze. The merchandise was finely and expertly crafted, and the vendor seemed to stand in a way that indicated he was indeed proud of his handiwork. Yet it was fine cutlery and not what she needed, and so the Myrian moved on through the crowds. The second she stopped at put a broad grin on her face. The collection was enchanting. Blades of all shapes and sizes littered the spread before her. Some were perfectly smoothed in edge while others had a row of razor teeth. She gave a nod toward the merchant, a thin young Akalak with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze was wary on the foreigner, but she did not seemed moved by his distrust. A bronze hand reached down to lift one of the large knives. She turned it this way and then that way, watching the way Syna dipped up and down the steel.

"This is fine work. Did you make these?" she attempted in the Common tongue. The young Akalak, apparently indeed versed in the language, dipped his head humbly. "No. These are the work of my father, but I am learning the trade." She nodded at him slowly, eyes still on the knife. One side was smooth while the other jagged. Heavier than a food knife, but far lighter than a short sword. She pursed her lips assessing its value only to be interrupted by a solid bump from behind. The Myrian whipped around on her heels and let her right hand shoot forward in search of the present threat. Kaie's hand seized the young, brown haired man by his cloak with curled lips. The hunting knife sat just beneath his chin. Behind her, she could hear the Akalak boy moving out from his stall.

Just an accident. A kid trying to get some art supplies. It's crowded. It happens. You know this and he looks genuinely apologetic, she internally reasoned with herself as the guilty tried to assure her he was sorry for his mistake. Like a sane person, she released him briskly and removed the hunting knife from his neck. Kaie cleared her throat and turned toward the vendor, whose hand was reaching down to lift one of his father's blades in the wake of the threat of conflict. "I like how this one handles. I'll take it." The rattled Akalak slowly nodded his head and gestured for the knife's return. Kaie obliged him. As the Akalak went to find the knife's proper sheath and considered the appropriate price, the Myrian turned back to the boy who had bumped her. "Sorry about the, uh, the blade. I've spent the last year surrounded by people with bad intentions." Kaie scratched the back of her head through the cloak sheepishly. Her eyes glanced around the bazaar, but it seemed any who noticed the situation had quickly moved on once it had deescalated. "Here, why don't you let me help you find that art place you were looking for. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, right?" It was an awful attempt at making it up to the boy but one she would try nonetheless.


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[Adyel]

45-WINTER-515AV

The boy nonetheless bumped into the Myrian woman. The two encountered each other at a booth that sold hand crafted daggers. As he bumped into the woman he apologized, but the woman grabbed him by the ruff of his shoulders and hefted the tip of the dagger to the boys exposed neck. Unfortunately, he wasn't wearing any armor and was not expecting to wear any on a day such as this. The Myrian woman dug the tip of the sharpened metal into the boys neck, though just relieving it with a relevant scar.

The boy scarcely sighed with a rasped breath as his hair stopped dripping with sweat. His skin felt tingly, not by the chill of the cold winds. But, by the actions of this woman. She hadn't stated her name, which made the boy curious. Though, he didn't want to make a wrong move. None, probably won't help him anyways.

The myruan apologized heartily. The Kelvic can definitely accept it. He still didn't know if he could still, fully trust this woman."Er ah... Thank you ma'am... Its-its okay. Thank you."The boy replied as he rubbed his neck with his right hand, and felt the soreness that covered where the blade had once been.

And now, she wants to make it up to the boy by finding some more art supplies. Adyel hadn't intended to purchase some art supplies. He just wanted to take a look. But, he had some spare change with him and he would really enjoy getting some more colors for his painting. Not that he doesn't enjoy parinting. He highly enjoys the profession. Especially, when it comes to drawing and painting.

The Myrian woman seemed to have cordially The boy mustered some confidence. He spoke without any interrupted abstratical thoughts."It's okay ma'am.... Not the first time..."It was true, no matter where the boy went he had always found himself greeted with some strange person lately. What has Riverfall gotten itself into lately. The boy figured. He tried thinking of where that ink dripping man would be now. Would he be around the corner staring at him with darkened eyes, away from the crowd? Or would he be right behind him and the boy wouldn't notice.

The Kelvic had chills sprinting up his spinal region and around his neck. Hairs tickled as he rubbed the backside of his neck. He stopped with worry and partial fear. He suddenly grew afraid of the woman, though she humbly requested in a way to help him find the booth that sold the art. But, he had issues trusting other people. The only ones that he could possibly manage to trust would be those who lived with him at The Sanctuary. And he can always trust Kavala and the children. They won't harm him, will they? No, if they were going to harm him, they would've done it already. But the children are young, lots younger than Adyel himself. Though, in Kelvic years he would be aged as one year.

But his Han appearance provided the look of a twelve or ten year old. It was strange how things turned out for the boy. Though, not entirely. After his mother passed he tried his best to avoid a lot of people. But, always used his manners. The only times when he hadn't was when, the ink dripping man had merely attacked the boy in a way. Possibly, more of an assault than a physical attack. But, by the way the man grabbed his shoulders. Whistled those melancholic tunes it made the boy express fear every time he thought of it.

Around the same time, he was "gifted" by the God Yahal. The God said he'll protect him. And keep him safe as if he were one of his own natural born son. And that was around the same time as he found out that he could phase through walls. But, how would that still even be any possible theory for the ability. He didn't drink anything funny that could last a season if not more. And be certainly didn't eat anything out of the ordinary.

He pushed the thought away and smiled glumly at the Myrian who humbly pressed a few Mizas into the Akalaks hand. The Akalaks.... What if they found out about Adyel. Especially, when he's a Kelvic. With strange powers, and was gifted by Yahal. What would these men do to him? If they ever found out. The boy spoke as he hefted his head to face the Myrians gaze. "Please. I would like see the booth. Thank you ma'am."The boy replied. He gave a slight smile, almost a smirk, but not intentional enough to signify any bad signs he was just nervous...

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[Kaie]

She scratched at the back of her head again and glanced about the crowd. No nervous mother running in their direction. No father calling the same of his misplaced son, she observed thoughtfully. Her amber eyes settled back on the boy. Looks like the kid's here by himself. Bold move from his caregivers. In this world, a dangerous asshole lurks around every corner. Something hit her just then. Considering you found yourself all jumpy and holding a knife to a young kid, guess today you're the dangerous asshole. Nice work. Her internal voice was as condescending and patronizing as ever. She supposed she did indeed deserve the ridicule. A Myrian with a knife to the throat of a child among a crowd of onlooking citizens was not very good publicity for her character. If anything, it surely strengthened the animosity and stigma toward her people. And she thought she wouldn't manage to get anything done today!

The Akalak behind the booth placed the game knife in its corresponding sheath, and then placed it on the counter. "Three copper Mizas," he announced proudly with a puffed chest and the threat of a smile. A first sale? Kaie gestured toward the child with a single index finger. One tick. A bronze hand fished into her cloak until she procured her coin purse. She drew it open and dug within. Soon enough she procured three copper coins she placed down beside the game knife. The Akalak boy grinned and bowed in gratitude. His colored hands scooped up the coin and deposited them on his person. Kaie took her new game knife and strapped it to the weapon belt that also held her sheathed gladius. Then she dropped the coin pursed back within an inner cloak pocket and tugged the piece of clothing forward to conceal her weapons. She cleared her throat and settled her gaze back on the boy.

"So...art supplies," she tried stupidly, turning this way and that dumbly to stare through the crowd. Even if there was a giant sign that read "Art Stuff Sold Here!" it wouldn't have aided the illiterate foreigner. It didn't help either that she wouldn't know what constituted art supplies unless she was hit with it. What am I looking for? Quills and paper? Paint? "I don't remember seeing any yet so it must be further down. Let's look." The Myrian began to advance slowly through the crowd, wedging through the bodies at a pace the boy could feasibly follow. Now and then she'd pause and crane her new over the head about the pair. Eyes would glance through congregating bodies to spy the contents of each nearby booth, but so far her efforts yielded nothing. There was still more ground to cover.

"I'm Kaie. What are you called?" she attempted to make conversation as she moved through, raising her voice only to battle the noise about them. It was good practice anyways. Now that she had returned to a more friendly form of civilization rivaling her bloodthirsty warpath that plagued Sunberth, it was time to reorient herself to the customs of common pleasantries.

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[Adyel]

45-Winter-515

Adyel took his left hand and continued to rub the sore spot that was left by the newly purchased dagger that the Myrian woman had purchased no less than a few ticks a go. The Kelvic shuffled alongside the woman as she had really meant her apolgy. She looked about for someone or something. But, maybe she figured that Adyel had parents. Parents... That was the thing that had still unsettled him.

His mother passed no less than almost a few seasons a go. And his father was nowhere to be seen. And Adyel had a dislike towards the incompetent man. And it angered the boy as he continued to think of all of the bad things that had involved his childhood. Though, one thing family related was that he still had a half brother. BH the name of Revali.

Or so at least Adyel believed. Just recently so much things had happened to the boy that he was really unsure of. And one thing that struck him as odd was the fact that he was "marked" by a God. Not just any God. No. It was the God Yahal. And he was the God of faith and purity.

The art supplies. Adyel had always wanted to look at the art. It was one of the few places that his mother had ever taken him while he was out with her of the year prior before now. Though, he had only been out olin the world for a year or so after his birth. His mother tried all her best to ward him away from the Akalaks.

If they would find out that he was a Kelvic they'll probably take him and sell him as a pet. Though, he's part lion and well in fact he was lion, in his Kelvic form. Though, not a full size as of yet. And not mature enough either.

"Yes. The art supplies. I love to see the art. Don't you like art? What's your favorite thing of it?"The boy asked friendly, trying to avoid any of the awkwardness between the two. Oh her name is... Kaie. "Hi you, nice to meet you Kaie. I'm Adyel. Adyel Gaelson."

They passed by many booths and kiosks. Ones that held so much interesting things that had always caught the eyes of the Kelvic. And there was one thing in particular that stood out. A drawing that was posted on a booth. The two were heading towards.

"There, there it is."The boy exclaimed excitedly. As he pointed at the booth with the drawing.

[Kaie]

The Myrian looked down almost guiltily at the boy once again. Art? Falyndar was filled with art. Despite the stereotype, the Myrians too excelled in things such as architecture, pottery, and crafting. Kaie was not blessed with such talents. Her simple carvings were disfigured and her clay creations grossly deformed. If the world was her canvas, she had only managed to paint it in blood. Something told her that wasn't quite what her new companion had in mind, if he ever did think of what sort of art he wished to leave behind in this world. He seemed worthy of a cause different than the bringing of death. "Art? It's alright," was the most the woman could offer the child. Naturally, he was too exuberant to leave it simply at that. His tornado of words asked more. She scratched her head. "The colors. They're...pretty." It wasn't until that moment she realized she couldn't even have so much as a conversation with a child about art. She couldn't name one respected artist if her life depended on it. Damn, Kaie. You're just a thrilling conversation partner, aren't you? Apparently you do need Matthew to keep a runt's attention.

The young woman flashed her teeth at the child while they navigated the crowds, the smile perhaps more forced than she meant it to appear.
"Adyel? I like that." Merchants on all fronts cupped their hands around their mouths to shout promises of unbelievable bargains. Often someone in the crowd would cut the pair off in their hunt for a worthy kiosk, eyes filled with the possibilities of a deal on something of value that didn't wound their coin purse. The Myrian let her keen eyes wandered through the sea of vendors and shoppers. From one booth to the next they jumped, but none yet appeared to hold anything that looked like what one would expect of an art supply specialist. Thankfully, it was Adyel that spied exactly where he wished for them to go. It was a modest booth. It seemed sturdily built, as if one put in just enough to make sure it stood solid. Yet what the wooden booth didn't have in flashy structure it made up in aesthetic character. Above the merchant standing behind the booth was a slab of wood beautifully painted. The background was a crisp orange accented by the curving letters that laid over it in dark blue. Kaie ushered the boy forward toward the artsy little spot, hoping whatever the letters above it read was indeed relevant to their search.

"Art supplies," Kaie confirmed confidently only when they were standing before the booth to browse its wares. A healthy collection of brushes, paper, quills, colors, and a variety of tools she was unfamiliar with were displayed for all buyers to see. "What kind of art are you into, kid? You draw? Paint? Sculpt?" The Akalak merchant stared warily at the young woman, who was quick to notice and offer a forced, polite smile. His expression, however, was far more welcoming when he cast his gaze down at the boy. "Hey there. See anything you like?"

[Adyel]

40-WINTER-515AV

Art... Is anything. Art can be spoken words placed into a poetic format. A simple drawing, a doodle. Ah... Even being a smith could be considered art, and if one takes valued pride into drawing or jewel crafting a lot of positives can come from practice and the quality put forth into the quantity. Adyels mother believed in quality versus quantity. She believed that if one passes with a level of excellency at their work, than one can be rewarded greatly with the efforts that has been given. But, if one fails to contribute the work ethic into being creative, that one could be frowned upon. On the contrary, there is always room for improvement.

Even if the Kelvic was not as good as a professional artist, he could always practice and yearn his way up to become one of those professionals.

It seemed to the boy, that Kaie, had not been introduced to many creative things. Though, he can be highly wrong. And she had been, but from the given response, Kaie hadn't had much of an interest in the colors. And if one could compare Kavala to Kaie, the two would be very different indeed. The boy, can remember the time when Kavala has had taken him in to be one of her own.

Adyel wasn't the only child. There were, Tasival, Ralac, la'del, Shayru, Inadan. They were all a favorite to Adyel. And he couldn't appreciate more than how much he does already for Kavalas hospitality. The Kelvic knew highly that she wouldn't mistreat him, and that Adyel wouldn't mistreat her or anyone of her family. The Kelvic had grown fond of la'del, and wished that he could protect her and the other siblings. Would that mean... Adyel would have to take up the family name of Kavalas? Or... Would he still have his mother's maiden name? He hardly knew his father, but the boy had been mentioned to that he has a... Half brother? Named Revali. Who lived in Syliras... Was that the name given to the city? Definitely, Syliras... The Fortress City of Peace. The capital of Mizahar, most likely to be the capital.

"Oh... You like art. I like to draw... Though I'm a slow learner once it comes to something like art, but I still enjoy it. I think it's fun." Said the boy enthusiastically. As the two neared the booth that contained the art supplies, the boy grew slightly nervous. He wasn't good with the quality of social activity. No. But, he can manage to talk to a few people at once. In a way. "The colors are... Pretty. My favorites are blues, and the sandy colors. It makes me feel at home in a way when I think of them. Like... My imagination. Not that I not, not have a place where I live..."Does Kaie know of Kavala? "I live with Kavala... She's my new er... Mom. I believe. She found me here at the Warren..." The memory flashed before him and he could remember the Konti who met him at the art booth. And generously offered a hand out to him.

He still wondered why Kavala had been so generous to him as of now. Though, the boy figured that he shouldn't place to much thought into it. The Myrian complimented him on his name. And the boy brushed a rose red over his cheeks as the two walked. He turned his head away slightly to avoid the peculiar awkwardness."Thank you Kaie. I like your name too. Do you come to the Warren's often. I like coming here."Said the boy kindly as he smiled back at Kaie.

The two reached their destination at the art booth. There was a broadened Akontak male with a hefty grin over his dull visage. Adyel leaned his head over the counter as the boy was ushered lightly towards it by the Myrian."Oh... Drawing... Please... Er ah quills and ink. And colors too."Adyel replied nervously as he tried his best to face the Akontak. The boy could recall his mother... Before Kavala, his biological mother, who tried her best to avoid Akontaks. She was worried of him being taken in as a slave... Maybe even one of those enforced slaves that were used for breeding. Still... He tried his best to avoid a stern gaze from the man."Anything else that I can do for ya mad'am?"Adyel looked over to Kaie."Maybe you can get some coloring stuff too... I can show you how to color or draw... Though, I'm not to good as a drawer."Said the boy with a nervous smile.

[Kaie]

It was probably the most interesting interaction she'd had in some time. Well, there was that little girl who dared to defend her when the Myrian helped Noven rescue some kidnapped orphans, but that had seemed like so long ago. A world away, a time apart. The bronze warrior smiled down at the boy as he continued his prattling. Well, shyke. The kid really likes art. Thankfully, the boy didn't go on and on in the way some women did about fashion without a breathe. No, for a child his age, it was astounding the mindfulness he had about him. Adyel was articulate regarding the activities that held personal value. Unlike the uncultured woman to art with an impressive response like, "colors are pretty", Adyel had attached to hues and tones that made him feel. Was it the same sort of connection in which she might feel when a weapon feels just right in her grasp? She pondered over his choices. Blue and sandy colors...like earth and sea? Her lips pursed in thought. Perhaps home for Adyel was upon a beach of some sort with his Kavala. She nodded along with him, surprisingly drawn in by his conversation.

"I come here sometimes. Usually only when I need or want to sell something," she admitted lamely. The Akalak merchant continued to smile pleasantly down at the boy despite the wary glances he threw her way. On one occasion she caught him and let her stare go dark. He swallowed and focused down at the boy. "Quills and ink, you say? Of course!" the Akalak exclaimed with a grand gesture toward the corresponding wares. It was a healthy collection, Kaie noticed, but then again, how would she know better? Me? Draw? The thought had never occurred to the woman. She blinked at his offer and turned dumbly back toward the merchant. Without much thought she fished out her coin purse again. The vendor's expression softened a bit at the jingle of coins within.

"Okay then. You heard him. Quills, ink, and colors." She went to searched in her coin purse, only to pause and look up at the vendor as if remembering something. "Please."
"Drawing and painting, then?"
"I guess so."
"Unless you have some of this stuff already, you'll probably want some parchment, a pallete for the colors, and some brushes." The Myrian eyed the man carefully but couldn't find any obvious deception in his eager gaze. Art supplies today it is, kid.
"We'll take them then. Two quills and two brushes." Right away the Akalak vendor got to work. He spread a small length of fabric upon the counter before him. In its middle he began to gather the items required. A pair of small brushes, a pair of quills, a pair of ink vials, a wooden pallete, and five sheets of parchment paper. His bright green hand spread out to gesture toward an assortment of colors to choose from. Kaie tapped a finger to her lips. "You can make colors with other colors or something, right?"
"Sure thing! If you want, you can just pick basic colors that'll get the job done. Then you can get white, too, if you want to make the colors lighter or black for darker."
"Yeah, yeah, let's do that."

Who knew that art could be so fun? So many possibilities. The man rolled the items carefully up in the fabric. The collection was tied in place carefully with a simple string. Beside it he added blue, yellow, red, white, and black in half gallon containers beside it. "Okay. You're looking at...2 gold and 5 silver for the paint, 2 silver for the brushes, 10 coppers for the quills, 1 gold for the parchment, 2 gold for the ink, and 2 silvers for the pallete. That brings you to a total of 5 gold mizas, 9 silver mizas, and 10 copper mizas."
That's not so bad. Cheaper than a blade. The Myrian coughed the required amount up and counted the coins out for the man upon the counter. Satisfied, he pocketed the coins and gave Adyel a little bow. Kaie took the rolled up fabric and tucked it beneath her weapon belt. Then she grabbed two of the containers off the counter and lowered them toward Adyel. "Carry the two of these for me and we'll call ourselves square. Think you can?" Kaie looked about the crowded Warrens and arched her brow. If the boy was going to let the silly foreigner embarrass herself in her first attempt at creativity in a while, they were going to have to find somewhere to go. "Where do you like to draw anyway? It's cold out here."

[Adyel]

DAY-SEASON-YEAR

The Kelvic was surprised to see the generosity before him as the Myrian purcahsed the art supplies. The boy was about to gather some of his own coin, but the bronze coloured lady seemed to have done the job for him. "Thank you Kaie."Said the boy with a soothing smile. The Myrian handed the coins to the vendor who, in return, supplied the two with all kinds of unique items. Gallons of paint... Adyel liked paint, but he wasn't one to purchase a gallon or two, Kavala would definitely be supplied with enough paint and maybe enough tools for the season. The boy knew highly that Kavalas children loved to draw/color as much as he did. Perhaps, Kavala wants them to become artists themselves? Maybe. Or else, Kavala just wants them to express their creativity. Nothing wrong with that right?

The Myrian gathered some of the art and tucked them under the sword. She handed the gallons of paint to Adyel. And he nodded, "I uh... Think so. I can take them."As the boy grasped onto the gallons of paint. An immediate heavyness fluttered the boy as he held on to the two gallons. They were heavy for the boy, but he can manage to take them. Well, at least take them back to The Sanctuary. Perhaps. If Kaie would want to come with the boy. He could always show her around the majestic looking building that was just on the outside of Riverfall. Where does he like to color? And yes, it was quite cold. Wasn't it?"Oh... I like to color at The Sanctuary. Have you been there? The building is so big, it's amazing."The boy said pridefully.

"Kavala also breeds horses. Whatever that means... Do you like horses to? I can show you around, if you'd like. Would you want to come?"Said the boy slowly, not to overwhelm the woman. He looked at her with glossy eyes, and smiled as the two walked back towards the main gates to hopefully get a ride at The Sanctuary. The boy greatly appreciated the hospitality that Kavala had done once again, but he does not know how to repay her in any way. Adyel would love to pay the woman back, but he wouldn't be quite to sure if she would accept his coin; not that his coin was contaminated in any way. But, particularly decline the coin in kindness.

"The sea... It's a nice view. But, I'm not one to go on a boat. My stomach likes to get upset."Said the boy a bit embarrassed. Though, he hadn't really been on a boat at all, just staring at the waves would get him the sensational feel of being ill. Be almost turned green at imagining the waves. But, it was just exaggeration. He wasn't really having the nerve to excavate his last meal."I just like seeing the waves... And the colors of course. I like seeing the ocean on the days where the colors mix from Green with blue. I think it looks sweet. Like... An orange."Said the Kelvic as the two reared around the corner. And neared the Main Gates.

"We can get a carriage to The Sanctuary. If you'd like. It is a long walk though..."The gallons of paint was not weighing on the boy yet, but it certainly did put a strain on the boys' shoulders. He can manage trekking through towards the Gates. But, he'll be needing to put down the gallons soon... Hopefully not though. The two had reached the Gates now. And Adyels arma begun to shake. One of the guards overlooked the man with a nod. "Where to."Adyel smiled weakly."The Sanctuary. Mr... Can we get a carriage please..."

OOCI hope you don't mind the last bits.

[Kaie]

The Myrian woman waited for a few ticks while the boy went to settling himself in with the weight of the paint. The task appeared to be proving a worthy challenge for the boy, and thus she would not linger in place for his muscles to burn more than necessary. She offered one final, amicable nod to the vendor before she took the remaining half gallons. Toting the three was no easy job, but for the remainder of the time she followed the boy through the crowd, she managed to old her own with effort. "Sure. I like horses," she assured the boy as they lugged their tools. Horses were not Kaie's favorite creature. She was biased in her preferences for the wilder, fiercer Myrian Tiger mounts only the most esteemed of her people were deemed worthy to mount. Yet, as mediocre as she was on a saddle, there was no denying that the horses barbarians relied so heavily on were of great value in their world. "Let's go see this Sanctuary of yours, kid."

Once they reached the gates, the boy seemed well versed in the next steps of their journey. She lingered just behind him as he approached one of the guards and handled the arrangements for their travel. A carriage? she thought quietly to herself. The last time she'd been in one was years ago. Her Syliran employer had been a rich man indeed, though the benefits she reaped from service to him was not so much monetary. Instead they cultured her. They housed and fed her. She learned to speak Common fluently, the meaning of business gestures like the hand shake, and the general way in which the locals in Syliras conducted themselves along the way. In return, he merely asked that his young daughter with dreams of knighthood grasp the perils of her future. Really, Kaie had been a glorified nanny tasked with ensuring the girl could one day hold her own. Yet that was such a long time ago that she could hardly remember the family's faces. They'd never meet again. The Djed Storm of 512 ensured that much.

Soon enough a carriage did indeed come. It was of a modest type, and not so glorious as one belonging to a wealthy merchant. She wouldn't have dared to complain. Anything would be less miserable than trudging through snow. Yet the carriage lacked the wheels one might expect. Rather, it turned out to be a sleigh that had arrived. In lieu of wheels it had a long strip of metal on either side that curled upward at the front. The two horses before it tossed its head and stomped impatiently. The rider smiled toward Adyel and hopped down from his seat. In a chime he procured a small stool to aid the pair in their ascent. Then he was rushing to their sides, grinning politely as he acquired the half gallons of paint weighing on Adyel's arms. He loaded them onto the sleigh and then approached the savage, reaching his hands out a bit more cautiously. Kaie relented. He took what half gallons she toted and loaded them with the rest.

"Where to?" his raspy voice asked finally. Kaie looked down at the boy and shrugged. "The Sanctuary." She could only hope the man knew where that was. The eager nod assured he did, and no sooner had the pair made their way on board did he return the stool and hop in his driver's seat at the front. With a powerful, forward trudge the pair of horses carted them through the gates beyond Riverfall. The Myrian could only hope this Sanctuary place was as beautiful, welcoming, and intriguing as Adyel had passionately described it. And who was the generous Kavala individual he kept mentioning? She furrowed her brow and turned to the boy as they rode. Pulling the cloak tight about her figure, she finally asked. "How did you find yourself living with your newer mother? You said she found you?"