A day on the market [Draorran, Demetri, open]

[Velarian Zantedeschia]

Season of Winter, Day 4, 510 AV

"How much for the entire kit, with all the needles?" Velarian fingers played with a small ball of yarn as he looked at the young woman before him. She was fifteen, maybe sixteen years old, with eyes the color of liquid gold and hairs as dark as ebony. Courteously she smiled at him.

"This one?" She stepped towards one of the baskets dangling on a long thread. There were more than four dozen of them today, hanging from a web spanning over the entire market place. Each container was topped with a colorful linen cap, much like an umbrella. "The yarn as well? Twenty five. Gold Miza of course."

"Twenty five?," the animator looked at her in curious disbelieve. "Seems a little much for a few sewing supplies, don't you think?" He dropped the yarn he had been holding onto the pile of items he wanted to acquire. It were quite a lot, at the same time he knew most would have been cheap had he bought them alone. "I would think fifteen sounds much the better price."

"Cheaper you mean," the girl answered with a laugh. "How that should be better for me I can not tell." A long moment she looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "How about twenty three?," she suddenly offered without much of a second thought.

"Seventeen," Velarian countered, seeing the girl was trying to pull him over the barrel. He could sense it in her smile, the way her lips curled when she thought he did not look her way. She was young, but she was good at what she did, he had to admit that. The man picked a few things from the pile, showing it to her. "I could get those in better quality over there," he nodded towards an older man not ten feet away. He dropped the items to pick a few others. "And those your mother tried to sell me the other day. I believe they were a mere few chopper each."

The young woman shook her head. "Twenty. My last offer."

"Nineteen. And that is more than you would usually get."

A long second Velarian thought she would still disagree, yet the salesgirl nodded. The price was good, still to expensive in the man's eyes, but he had no intention to look any longer. He had wasted enough time already, too much for his liking. When he handed over the money, he could see the girl smile. The man couldn't quite get himself to feel annoyed. Putting his newest acquisitions away, Velarian turned to look around the market.

Eventually he would come to enjoy a conversation with someone, before he had to return back to work.

BoughtBought a Sewing Kit (18gm) for 19gm

[Draorran]

Draorran walks around aimlessly on the market just to ponder his thoughts.
He pauses for a moment and gently leans his head back and takes in a deep breath, to get a fresh breath of air and clear his head.
Thoughts of his old long lost friends, the memories and feelings he tries and suppress the feelings of loss and mourn.
He lets out a long drug out sigh and puts a smile back on his face " Let it go " he murmurs to himself.
He feels a gentle tug on his cloak as he turns around to see whats tugging on him he sees a small child.
A young girl with silver hair and light red eyes almost a pink color looking up at him with a blank stare.
" can I help you little one " he says to young child, she gently reply's " sir can you please spare me a couple miza for something to eat i havent in day's" she says.
He cant help but to say yes to the young girl as he was once in her situation.
he reaches into his coin pouch and removes 3 miza coins and hands them to the child and say's " I know its not much but it's a start now run along young one and find you some food.".
She smiles and her eyes lit up with joy as she said her thanks and ran away.
Draorran then looks around at the crowd and ponder's to himself "what to do now?"

[Velarian Zantedeschia]

Read meOkay, I know Velenor said he would jump in, but he is taking quite some time now and I don't want you to wait any longer. If he wants he still can post after my or your next post, Dra

If you read this Velenor - hope that is okay with you

Velarian had been looking over another box when he heard a murmur at his side. Curiously the man turned around, but there was not one man or woman looking into his direction, no one who might have addressed him. Already he was about to turn around once more when he spotted a man not far away. He had talked with a child it seemed and now was about to head past him.

His eyes came to settle on the youth once more, his ruby eyes soft and thoughtful at the sight. It was rare to see children beg around Kalinor and he had not been aware such a thing existed before he had come to travel the world. His kind did not sire enough children for anyone risk the life of a one, no matter if it was ones own offspring or a stranger's. Most webs' patriarchs would not be opposed to adopt a child, no matter if it was from their own family or not. Already Velarian could see the girl drawing the attention of the Symenestra around her. Three woman had started to whisper with each other the murmur almost loud enough for him to understand. His attention turned back to the man who had handed the little one a coin.

The animator could not have claimed to know him. He was younger than the pale haired Symenestra, with large golden eyes and a skin even lighter than the man's own. Aimlessly the stranger looked around and had he not been a Symenestra Velarian would have thought the man was lost. So the older Symenestra merely wondered if the man had actually meant to address him. The girl aside he was the only one gold eye could have talked to.

Clearing his throat Velarian stepped closer to him, head slightly tilt to the side. "... was that directed at me?," he asked, one eyebrow risen almost curiously. "If so I am afraid I did not catch what you said."

[Draorran]

Draorran looks at the gentleman and pauses to the man question.
He peers into the mans ruby colored eyes and says "Oh? me? I'm sorry i was just pondering to myself, i guess sometimes i have a tendency to think out loud."
Draorran further examines the man trying to get a bead on his vibe.
He comes to the realization that this man dose not mean harm but is truly curious.
He holds his hand out and say's " By the way the name is Draorran... Draorran Shadowwebb."

[Velarian Zantedeschia]

"Velarian. Of the Zantedeschia Web."

The animator took to the offered hand, repeating the man's name in his mind. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but what name in Kalinor did not? Their kin were few and compared with cities such as Syliras and Lhavit the underground settlement was barely more than what some might have called a village. Since the Valterrian such small colonies were rare, yet the literate Symenestra had still a vague idea of how they might have looked like.

Ruby eyes settled in the other man. He was younger than Velarian and slender, a bit lanky even. Still, there was a certain grace to his movements and the older man figured the other Symenestra was not an artisan or followed another profession which mostly kept mind and fingers agile. A hunter maybe or a harvester?, he wondered quietly before he let thought slide. It was not really important.

"They have a few interesting pieces on display today," he continued instead, continuing his walk around a few baskets. Once he stopped to see if the other man was following. If he wouldn't, the animator would halt his steps as well, else he would continue to inspect the goods on display, once in a while picking up a piece, turning it in his hand before carefully putting it back. "Did you came to buy something specific? Or are you just looking around?"

Absently he stroke the back of a Viratassa. The book was bound in crimson leather, the name on its cover written with almost plain looking letters. Velarian had owned a couple of them in his life. The only one he really used these days however was the one he had inherited from his late wife. Slowly he took a step back, his attention turning towards the other man again. "If you don't mind the question that is," he continued, lips twitching into a half smirk.

His son was busy at home – or at least the Symenestra hoped the boy was doing his lessons – so he had a few hours before he needed to return home and continue on his studies. That was if he found some more supplies he needed for his newest experiment. "It is good to see someone care for the needing," Velarian said after he dropped a roll of fabric back into the box he had taken it from. His eyes turned towards the girl which now stood between two older women talking with each other.

[Draorran]

I'm actually just wondering around" Draorran says looking at the man watching him aimlessly looking at the goods presented at the market. A feeling over comes hgim to follow the man around the reason why was unknown to him just a little voice in the back of his mind said follow him.
The man says "It is good to see someone care for the needing," Draorran pauses for a moment and replys " I understand as i was once in her situation, I wished for kindness where i was from but did not receive it often from the people around me." he says with a slight stutter

[Velarian Zantedeschia]

"It is a good day to wander the market too," Velarian said with a smirk, looking over the nearest baskets with little interest. "I had hoped a hunter might have some exotic animal on display myself, but it seems fortune does not smile on me today."

Two young woman offered a littler of rabbits for purchase, for people to keep as pets and future sacrifices to Viratas. An elderly woman sold some meat, quarry no doubt caught by a son or even grandchild of hers. In Kalinor families worked together, even when single members of a web had personal difficulties with each other. Heritage, family, was everything to them. The animator looked from the to-be-offerings towards Draorran once more. No, rabbits were not really what he had looked for, he had studied them long enough to know a lot about the little critters. There was no new information gained from them, at least none he could have used for his animations.

Most Symenestra had little use for beasts they did not intend to sacrifice to their god and since the residents of Kalinor detested dirt and filth there were many they would not care to keep around to start with. With buildings too small to keep vast amounts of creatures, there would have been no room for them either. When hunters brought in game, then to feed people, not to present them with an animal companion. It did not make the scholar's life any easier.

Shaking his head Velarian realized his thoughts had wandered astray. He looked at the man by his side, noticing his light stutter. The older Symenestra tilt his head to the side. "You seem to have found your way still, don't you?," he asked with the slightest of smiles. "Have you spend a lot of time outside the city? I found other races don't take kindly to our people," the animator admit.

Already he looked through some more goods again. Only once in a while he glanced in Draorran's direction, interested in the other man's answer. "Kalinor is better in that regard. Or course," and now he smiled again, "there are very little foreigners in the city who could have come to dislike our people's way of living." And Symenestra did not fight others of their kind, at least not openly. They were to few to waste another one's life and it was a deed looked down on by those living by Viratas teachings. People did not always get along, but murder was rare. There were other ways to get ones will, the animator knew.

You could live a good life in Kalinor, when you respected the community.

[Draorran]

"Indeed I do" Draorran say's in reply to the man " I only come here on certain occasions to sight see on my time off".
Draorran peer's around taking in his surroundings and the people in it.
The air is filled with many various smells of food and spices his senses run wild.
Draorran looks at the rabbits and remembers times of hardship and his times out of Kalinor.
Draorran looks at Valerian examining him and draorran say's " So Valerian why dont you tell me a little about yourself?"

[Velarian Zantedeschia]

Velarian eyed the other man, his voice crackling with amusement. "I have no habit presenting stranger's with the details of my life." Casual given information was nothing more than water on the city's rumor mill and as a man proficient in the ways of magic he preferred to not serve the bored crowd as topic of conversation. "I hope you wont take this lack of... trust personal – but I hardly know you."

When the animator was honest the man seemed harmless, friendly even, and still he felt unsure on the account what answer the man had expected. Not even on his best days Velarian could have been described as out going. Curious, yes, but little more than that. It was curiosity which drove him to make new acquaintances and it was a shared interest or a certain affinity which let it become more, yet even then there were many things he rather kept to himself.

"Eventually you should tell people more about yourself, prior to asking such questions," he suggested, ruby eyes once more searching the market. In an effort to not upset the man deliberately, he continued to talk. "Most will be able to tell you my web deals in fabric and clothing. I figure you could say I help out once in a while." As if to prove his claim he rose the set of needles and thread he had bought previously. It contained everything one needed to sew a simple dress or shirt, only fabric one had to acquire separately. It was not Velarian's intention to sew either of the two – or another piece of clothing – yet that was a fact he kept to himself. He did help out his family frequently but his family knew that neither working with needle nor loom where his strong side. His talents lay elsewhere.

"How about you?," Velarian asked, trying to lure the other man into the conversation, so he would not be the only one talking. He had never been keen on hearing himself talk – it made him feel vain. "Let me risk a guess. Hunter? Or a harvester maybe?"

It was a reasonable speculation in his eyes. He was certain the man was no member of the Ochya, he would have seen him patrol the city or stand guard near the woven gate. Chance was Draorran was no merchant either, else Velarian would have seen him more often on the very market they wandered now. The other man was none of the Viratas priests he knew, nor one of Laudavyn's ilk. He seemed able to handle himself in a fight however and that narrowed the choices to a few options, the most likely ones he had already named.

[Draorran]

Draorran pauses and catches himself, The question that was asked had caught him off gaurd.
His golden eyes fall heavy and focused on Velarian.
Draorran's thoughts begin to spiral he almost gets lost into a brain lock.
Finally after a moment he realized that he was zoning out on the man.
"Well my friend that is information i would like to share with you but i have to get to know you better."
Draorran say's with a bit of a stutter, "I tell you what Vel why dont we go and find a comfortable place to talk without all these spectators?
Draorran is almost scared of the mans reply he understands that his request will seem awkward.
For some reason he feels like he can trust the man something about him gives off a comforting aura.