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With a little nod of excitement, Leeta of course was going to agree with Firenze on the odors coming from the fish stall. Anything street vendors sold in the realm of food was tasty, except for the bugs, she hated the bug stalls. Pleased with her efforts with the cat, she moved back to FIrenze and took a small nibble on her fish. The words of Firenze rang out with a soft laugh and made Leeta feel good about her choice.
Pocketing the small amount of fish in her cheek, she said, “Now don’t get me wrong, I love getting a little wet on the booze, I mean- who doesn't? But yeah- I like food more.”
That concept in Zeltiva was probably shared by a lot of people due to the great amount of starvation that occurred in the place. It cost her a few pretty mizas, but really, for a friend it was worth it, even if it was likely all a dream. Firenze’s question about the cat made her think for a moment and then Leeta shook her head.
“I doubt it. Sometimes if you sit on the side of the road long enough you’ll see them- Alley cats. I’ve even seen them run in little prides of cats, all chasing after one rat. Then when they finally catch it, it’s a full out war among them. I’m sure this one had made it a habit of begging for food from people of this stall, but who really knows. I’m sure at the end of the day, the rats will come by and eat anything that was dropped, and that means the cats will hang around as well. But I just figured, if I'm hungry, maybe it is too. You'd be surprised at how much we humans are connected to nature- and just by showing a little care, we can really help ourselves out.”
Leeta had a small wealth of knowledge on rodents, which in a way led her to have a small understanding of cats as well, and while not great, she could kind of connect the dots. The large bites of Firenze in her fish made Leeta feel she was going to fall behind, and so she took a larger bite as they headed toward the beach together.
As the stone turned to sand, she watched as Firenze stopped to take off her high heels. Leeta was fascinated by how pretty they were and hid her envy from behind her fish on a stick. Then she realized she should probably be taking off her boots as well. There was no sense in taking a walk on the beach and not enjoying the sand. As she did so, Firenze asked her about how she grew up.
“Mmnn well...yeah, kind of.” She said hesitantly, “In a cabin in the woods, and while nature probably would have carried us away and killed my family, we have protections, ancient protections. Very interesting stuff, and waaay beyond my understanding. But very rooted in ancient magics. Anywho...”
Leeta didn’t really want to reveal much more, as she didn’t want to spoil her chances at having a new friend, and so she waved dismissively at the subject and slipped off her boots. “I have lived in this region my whole life though. My family goes very far back in the history of this region. Many centuries at least. I don’t know for sure.”
She picked up her boots and stood tall, taking them and slinging them under her arm. The soft sand felt pleasurable to her bare feet and she grinned; wiggling her toes in the sand. Firenze headed toward a small amount of rocks nearby and wherever she would find to sit, Leeta would sit next to her with her feet dropping down to touch the water in the waves as they crawled up the beach toward the rocks and then back up into the air; almost as if it were a game.
"What about you? Did you grow up here?"
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With a little nod of excitement, Leeta of course was going to agree with Firenze on the odors coming from the fish stall. Anything street vendors sold in the realm of food was tasty, except for the bugs, she hated the bug stalls. Pleased with her efforts with the cat, she moved back to FIrenze and took a small nibble on her fish. The words of Firenze rang out with a soft laugh and made Leeta feel good about her choice.
Pocketing the small amount of fish in her cheek, she said, “Now don’t get me wrong, I love getting a little wet on the booze, I mean- who doesn't? But yeah- I like food more.”
That concept in Zeltiva was probably shared by a lot of people due to the great amount of starvation that occurred in the place. It cost her a few pretty mizas, but really, for a friend it was worth it, even if it was likely all a dream. Firenze’s question about the cat made her think for a moment and then Leeta shook her head.
“I doubt it. Sometimes if you sit on the side of the road long enough you’ll see them- Alley cats. I’ve even seen them run in little prides of cats, all chasing after one rat. Then when they finally catch it, it’s a full out war among them. I’m sure this one had made it a habit of begging for food from people of this stall, but who really knows. I’m sure at the end of the day, the rats will come by and eat anything that was dropped, and that means the cats will hang around as well. But I just figured, if I'm hungry, maybe it is too. You'd be surprised at how much we humans are connected to nature- and just by showing a little care, we can really help ourselves out.”
Leeta had a small wealth of knowledge on rodents, which in a way led her to have a small understanding of cats as well, and while not great, she could kind of connect the dots. The large bites of Firenze in her fish made Leeta feel she was going to fall behind, and so she took a larger bite as they headed toward the beach together.
As the stone turned to sand, she watched as Firenze stopped to take off her high heels. Leeta was fascinated by how pretty they were and hid her envy from behind her fish on a stick. Then she realized she should probably be taking off her boots as well. There was no sense in taking a walk on the beach and not enjoying the sand. As she did so, Firenze asked her about how she grew up.
“Mmnn well...yeah, kind of.” She said hesitantly, “In a cabin in the woods, and while nature probably would have carried us away and killed my family, we have protections, ancient protections. Very interesting stuff, and waaay beyond my understanding. But very rooted in ancient magics. Anywho...”
Leeta didn’t really want to reveal much more, as she didn’t want to spoil her chances at having a new friend, and so she waved dismissively at the subject and slipped off her boots. “I have lived in this region my whole life though. My family goes very far back in the history of this region. Many centuries at least. I don’t know for sure.”
She picked up her boots and stood tall, taking them and slinging them under her arm. The soft sand felt pleasurable to her bare feet and she grinned; wiggling her toes in the sand. Firenze headed toward a small amount of rocks nearby and wherever she would find to sit, Leeta would sit next to her with her feet dropping down to touch the water in the waves as they crawled up the beach toward the rocks and then back up into the air; almost as if it were a game.
"What about you? Did you grow up here?"
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