70th Day Of Summer, 512AV
Salvatore had felt the need to try something different, the cuisine of the late being harder to come by and decidedly green the majority of the time. Hunting was not a big thing during the Summer apparently though not without good reason, as he had learnt from experience. It was what had prompted him this morning to try and find something he had never had before. It was also doing a fine job of holding his attention or sort of holding it. So far he was sure he had passed his original destination at least several times and even more times had to ask for directions once more. The petals tended to look similar at times.
Lacing his hands behind his head he felt the straps of his satchel dig into his back along with a faint sheen of sweat from standing stupidly in direct sunlight for the last few chimes. It’s getting hot.
“Only a bit.”
Glancing around and trying to decide precisely where he was without asking the same person again he tapped on the shoulder of a young looking Jamouran. “Just wondering, is this the Vibrant Estate petal?”
The young Jamouran only made a face and seemed to be laughing at him, he smiled back wondering now if he had pronounced it properly, nope, it was called Essence, Vibrant Essence, “Right.” Thinking Salvatore had been speaking to the Jamouran the little one scampered off and left a still confused Salvatore wondering if he was actually on the right petal. Of course, he soon had the answer to his question as on the petal across the way a few persons walked out of an interesting looking Shoppe with the sweet treats he had been told about.
He was about to set off again when another human caught his eye. They seemed to be relatively rare in the Spires, Kelvic in human form not being counted. Or at least he figured she was human there were no small tell-tale signs of animal heritage and perhaps she looked just a little out of place, much like Salvatore. “Suppose I could invite her, in case I don’t like the sweets.” Or so I can stop talking to myself. “That too.”
Without further ado Salvatore wandered over to the young woman and unlaced his fingers to waggle them in a mostly friendly hello, “And who might you be?”
Salvatore had felt the need to try something different, the cuisine of the late being harder to come by and decidedly green the majority of the time. Hunting was not a big thing during the Summer apparently though not without good reason, as he had learnt from experience. It was what had prompted him this morning to try and find something he had never had before. It was also doing a fine job of holding his attention or sort of holding it. So far he was sure he had passed his original destination at least several times and even more times had to ask for directions once more. The petals tended to look similar at times.
Lacing his hands behind his head he felt the straps of his satchel dig into his back along with a faint sheen of sweat from standing stupidly in direct sunlight for the last few chimes. It’s getting hot.
“Only a bit.”
Glancing around and trying to decide precisely where he was without asking the same person again he tapped on the shoulder of a young looking Jamouran. “Just wondering, is this the Vibrant Estate petal?”
The young Jamouran only made a face and seemed to be laughing at him, he smiled back wondering now if he had pronounced it properly, nope, it was called Essence, Vibrant Essence, “Right.” Thinking Salvatore had been speaking to the Jamouran the little one scampered off and left a still confused Salvatore wondering if he was actually on the right petal. Of course, he soon had the answer to his question as on the petal across the way a few persons walked out of an interesting looking Shoppe with the sweet treats he had been told about.
He was about to set off again when another human caught his eye. They seemed to be relatively rare in the Spires, Kelvic in human form not being counted. Or at least he figured she was human there were no small tell-tale signs of animal heritage and perhaps she looked just a little out of place, much like Salvatore. “Suppose I could invite her, in case I don’t like the sweets.” Or so I can stop talking to myself. “That too.”
Without further ado Salvatore wandered over to the young woman and unlaced his fingers to waggle them in a mostly friendly hello, “And who might you be?”
