Completed A Typical Day In Nyka

[Sayren WindDancer]

As Xeona and Sayren talked, the ghostly figure asked her if she would tell him a story about what she has heard about ghosts. He had a feeling none were too nice.Which was true. All the stories she knew were of tragedies, pain, and vengeance. She hadn't heard any ghost story that ended well. She thought through all the stories her father had told her.

"Well...There's the story of Birune'. He was a strong fighter and a devout lover to his wife. During one of his raids, Birune' fell. His life forever severed from his body, but not this realm. The Web had planned for him to be reincarnated into a Strider, but Birune' denied the honor so he could be near his wife. When he approached her a few days after his death, he found that the woman was rejoicing his death with his brother...Birune' was heartbroken. In some stories, Birune' cried, in others, he roared with the booming thunder, but either way...Birune' slaughtered his brother, his wife...and the child she carried. After this slaughter, Birune' continues to roam this realm, each day, his madness growing forever more. Tormenting him of what he had done, for years to come."

She tapped on her chin some more as another story came to mind, "Then there's the story of Tizub. He was a drunkard. Not because of someone dear to him had fallen, nor because of any great tragedy that befell him. Only because he loved the taste of drink upon his lips. Till one day he had more than enough sips. It was obvious to any man he had more than his share, but Tizub kept a' crawlin' along with nothin to care. Then within his daze, a dame soon met his gaze." She now started to smile as she started to remember the poem to the story. "Never had he seen a woman so fair, Nor did any brave man try to dare, he finally broke off their stare, with his lips captured hers within a snare. Little did he know, that this woman said no, and he asked how far can they go? She said she had nothin' for this man to show. That's when the drunkard was greeted by a fist from her brother Mel, and mother Adel, and soon her father as well." She giggled as she glanced over at the ghost, "Sorry, drifted off into one of my father's funnier stories. In the end, the drunkard Tizub was beaten to death and his ghost is forever drinking away his sorrows as he awaits to see this dame he found so fair."

She gave herself a quick moment to stretch before she continued talking, "So what do you think?...Some odd Drykas stories eh?"

[Xeona]

The woman knew how to tell stories, alright. Xeona had never heard any of these stories, and he had no clue any of his kind did these kind of stuff. "Well, you have my word that I don't go on a full-sized rampage by day or drink away the night." Now he also started to remember that she hadn't seen a actual ghost. "Hey, if you have any questions, just ask. I'll try to answer them." Xeona said with a smile.

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[Savio]

Jasna gave Savio a knowing look as she leaned in slightly and also whispered, “For you, handsome, I will sell it for just 1 gold miza. Does that sound like a fair price?” Savio gave a slight smile and nodded as his hand crept to his coin pouch and fished out the miza for the woman before pressing it into her palm. He then picked up the little horse and hid behind Jasna as he carefully put it in his bag without Sayren’s notice. He whispered a quick thank you and kissed the woman’s hand, which made the older woman giggle like a young girl and swat at him.

Once it was safely tucked away, he walked over to the talking pair with a small smile on his face. “Ready to go?” He asked the two of them. He saw no reason for Xeona not to follow along. He looked rather bored as it was. The afterlife seemed rather uneventful.

Savio still felt pretty tired, and perhaps his muscles felt sorer than they were before but it was something he could easily ignore. He still had things he needed to do, and he still had all night to sleep.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Xeona had asked the young drykas if she had any questions about ghosts. In all honesty, she didn't. She never really wondered about ghosts. But there was one thing that made her curious from time to time. She glanced over her shoulder at him with saddening eyes, "Does it...ever get lonely?" However, before the ghost had much a chance to answer, Savio came up and asked if they were ready to go. Sayren shrugged, she supposed they were. Not much kept them there anyways.

Her eyes wearily kept watch over Savio. He was barely standing, almost slugging over the table he was leaning against. Even his speech seemed a little...slowed. "Are you sure you will have the strength for it Sav? You seem really tired..."

[Xeona]

"Does it... ever get lonely?" It was just a simple question, but it made Xeona start to think. He actually had no real friends, and he didn't have an awful lot when he was alive, either. He was just about to say a straight out "Yes", when Savio asked them if they were ready to leave. Xeona didn't mind. A simple "Sure" and a turnaround to face him was his answer.

What he saw when he turned around made him worried. Savio seemed like he couldn't even stand upright. "Hey Savio, are you sure you are feeling alright?"

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[Savio]

It brought a smile to Savio’s face to see that his friends were concerned about him, but he was alright. This was nothing new to him, so he stood back up and refused to lean against anything. At least he was going to sleep well. “I will be alright. I can hold out until tonight. If I don’t get these errands done today, then they will never get done. So c’mon.” Savio lead them back out into the street, looking at the different stalls and their wares until a clothing stall caught his attention. He looked back at Sayren and Xeo and motioned for them to hurry as he walked up to the merchant to see what was on sale.

The young woman smiled brightly at Savio as he looked over the different clothes she had to offer. Most were of the Nykan style, which meant VERY colorful. Savio toyed with the idea of buying a set of clothes in the Nykan fashion but he was unsure since the vibrant shades assaulted his Syliran sensibilities.

“Perhaps I can help you, sir?” The girl questioned as she looked Savio over with a sharp eye.

Savio couldn’t help but blush slightly from her gaze and kept his own eyes downcast. “Yeah… Um… What would you suggest?”

Her eyes lit up as she grabbed his arm and lead him to the back of the stall to a curtained off area and shoved him inside. Savio looked confused but she waved aside his questions before running off. Savio stood there feeling a little foolish until the curtain opened back to reveal the girl once more with an arm full of clothes. She grinned as she shoved them into his arms.

“Try these on. I think they will fit nicely on you.” She said with a slight giggle before leaving him to his own devices.

Savio took a deep breath and started to get undressed. He unbuckled his belt and kicked off his boots before he shimmied out of his shirt and trousers. He stood there in just his undergarments as he looked through the clothes she had brought to him. His nose wrinkled slightly at the outlandishness of them but he got dressed anyways.

Once through, he stood there in a white loose tunic, lively red trousers and a blue and yellow stripped sash wrapped around his waist. He felt… Weird dressed in such clothes. Savio then pulled back the curtain and stepped out to show the three of them how new attire and get their opinions of the outfit.

“Oh my… You do look like a true Nykan man now.” She cooed as she moved around him to get a better look. His face turned the same shade as his pants.

“Well… what do you think?” Savio asked Sayren and Xeo.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Savio told them both that he was fine. Sayren guessed she would just have to keep a close eye him just in case. As they left, Savio began exploring more of the merchant stalls nearby. Sayren followed behind, but even in Savio's exhausted state, he still managed to keep a rather fast paced stroll. Then something caught his eye, Sayren couldn't imagine what exactly it could've been. Not many things could distract him easily.

He was asking the young merchant about Nykan clothing? Odd. Guess he wanted to fit in a little more. It wasn't much longer before the girl had Savio had the man outfitted in some rather vibrant colorings. Sayren's lips shriveled as she tried to hide a chuckle. Nykan fashion was still rather odd to her, but she was used to how the clans represented themselves with colors. Diamond had white and pearled clothing, Emerald had green, and so on.

"You're definitely...more colorful Savio."

[Xeona]

Savio said that he was fine, but Xeona still doubted that he was telling the truth. "Oh well, he knows his body best..." Xeona thought to himself. Savio headed out to the streets again, perhaps to check on some other stuff being sold today. After a while, Savio's eye caught a glimpse of something that caught his attention. It was a simple clothing store. Savio asked the saleswoman if she had something to recommend. She dragged him away to show some clothes.

When Savio got back, he was dressed in the latest Nykan fashion. Word to the saleswoman, she knew what was in right now. Savio asked them both what they thought of his new clothes. The woman next to her obviously didn't really feel like she liked the clothes as much. "If you want to look like a Nykan, look around you. Everyone is wearing bright colours. I guess it's the newest fashion or something..." was Xeona's reply to Savio.

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[Savio]

Savio made a sour face at Sayren’s poor attempt to hold back her laughter. Then again, if it was him who was in her boot he too would have a hard time at keeping his laughter in check. Savio sighed before giving the nice stall keeper a smile.

“By chance do you also have any white shirts and black trousers? I would also like to purchase those as well.”

She nodded vigorously before searching though her wares to find what he asked. While she searched, he returned to the little sectioned off changing area to take off his new clothes to redress in his old ones. By the time he returned to his two friends, his new clothes nicely folded in his arms, the woman had also found what he asked for.

“How much do I owe you?” Savio asked.

She pulled out a small roll of parchment to write up her calculations before answering. “For the blue and yellow stripped sash, white tunic, white shirt, black pants, and a pair of red pants… That will be two gold mizas and seven silver mizas.” Savio couldn’t help but flinch slightly but he fished out the amount she asked for and pressed it into her hand.

“Would your lady friend be interested in anything?” The lady asked as she tucked the coins away before looking at Sayren.

[Savio]

When the woman started to talk to Sayren, Savio couldn’t even focus. His eyes were inching more and more towards closing and he yawned widely. He was grateful that his friends had been keeping an eye on him. Perhaps he was more tired than he thought. They escorted him back to the school, and halfway there Sayren found herself being used as a crutch. Savio knew he would have to apologize later, but right then all he could think about was getting some sleep. When the Drykas woman dropped him off in his bed, he was fast asleep before his head even hit the pillow.