by Nuavi on January 6th, 2011, 9:25 pm
36th Day of Winter, 510 AV
Not far from the gates she had dismounted and lead her horse on foot through the grand stone maze wrought in the cliffs of Riverfall, allowing the thrilling new sights to guide her to the second tier bazaar of Zhongjie Warren.
It was curiosity which made her stop here, the flurry of colored tents and colored bodies dazzling, igniting a childlike urge to explore for discovery's sake. The wind cut less deeply here, winter snow neatly groomed to frame in white the kaleidoscope of activity bustling before her, ignorant of yet another new arrival. She passed tables slowly, silently, meeting the eye of merchants with little more than a smile as many marketed their wares with practiced enthusiasm, trying to get her to buy this pristine set of quills made from giant eagle feathers, or that gem encrusted dress made of purest gossamer, fit for a queen, pretty lady, won't you try it on?
It was so difficult to decline the earnest faces.
Her horse huffed good naturedly, nudging at her back. He was hungry, and so, she discovered, was she. "Something to eat then, alright," Nuavi murmured, stroking his face. But in the center of a busy foreign market such as this, strange languages tossed from one blue man to another, where would she look first? Pale eyes widened as they scanned the bazaar for something like a stable-- or someone who would know where to find one.