Time: 4th of Winter 512 AV - Dusk
This market is so big, and these people...so strange. Sharyths had been wandering the market for sometime now. Having had a previous encounter with two very strange, very different hue-mahns, Sharyths departed their company and slithered a way. He was still getting used to his new Dhani form, it was still hard to walk.
He had been pushed and pulled by the hue-mahns, that he had gotten lost and found himself no longer in the market. It was somewhere even higher up than he'd been, he could tell for the temperature had dropped even lower and he was getting slower by the minute. He had to find his way down, but how? He didn't know where he was.
But then, curious thing happened, he forgot about the cold and being lost. He thought of those two hue-mahns, the tiny cub, and the eyes staring at him, though he still wasn't sure from where. He thought of why he was here in the first place, his mission, his father and grandmother. He pulled out his grandmother's locket and remembered all of her stories, the funny ones, the sad ones, the stories of the hue-mahns and their trickery's.
"Sshahath vi tali Nschylti kobra tu Sharyths," he hissed to himself, unaware of another's presence.