Keira Keira was admittedly in the lushest land as she delved into the savory decadence that was her second helping of skewers. Her taste buds protested a bit at the sudden increase of flavor but the famished girl did not care. This, was too good to pass up. So instead of talking, she kept her mouth stuffed and sped along after Gile as he moved. Her already round cheeks rounded a bit more as she chewed. There was eye widening and a pause in her step as she watched him move to another stall, and not just that, interact with other people. Sliding behind his larger form, she bit down on a morsel and peeked from his side. What was he even doing? Her question was answered soon enough as she continued to listen to them as she gorged and followed after him. For the briefest moment though, she was captivated by the ribbons. The one that was used earlier to keep her hair in tis braid was shoved deep away in her bag but it was also the only one she had from her home. Her mother and father, had loved to give her ribbons, to adorn her hair with it and simply spend time together like that. Her heart clenched and the container that held the food crinkled in her grip. She missed them, so badly sometimes. Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts aside to peer up at Gile and then at the stall and then back at the man. Did he like ribbons or something? She snickered a little at the image of bright colored ribbons hanging from little tails from his head. She muffled herself before observing once again. She blinked and squinted. Had ribbons always been that expensive? She remember being given handfuls of them but then again, her family had been well off. The crimson eyes peered at the item. Rip-off. Who would pay that much for something that could be so easily damaged and dirtied to the point where it had to be tossed. She bit her cheek and tensed just a bit more when Gile spoke. His voice was not what surprised her, it was more about the expression he bore on his face. He looked very, very, serious. Crimson eyes turned serious as they took in everything. Gile…was not normal, not normal at all. His wink was returned with furrowed brows and a tilt of a head. She was curious, excited, and terrified at once. In silence, she teetered off after him as he moved away. A curious glance was given back towards the obviously flummoxed stall owner and then back to the back of the stranger she was spending her time with. She shook her head, forgetting that he could not see her but at the very least, verbally answered. “I don’t have anywhere I want to go, do you?” She content as is. Humming just a bit, she took aim at a waste basket and tossed the empty food tray away. This time, she stuttered a bit when he gave her the ribbon. He had paid a Miza for it and as a street rat, she was well aware of how pricy that was. Her mouth opened and closed. Then opened and closed again. ”Y-you’re not a normal person are you Gile.” It was becoming clearer –just what Gile was. Prejudice reared its venomous head and Keira wrestled it away for once. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and then spoke. She was going to give this person a chance. He did not give her a reason otherwise. She could only hope that this choice would not come back and haunt her. What she said next, was said in entire seriousness. “Never, ever, by a ribbon for 5 coins. Even 1 gold MiZa is too much.” Too much for a strip of cloth with no patterns. “A few silver ones at most…” Pure cotton or not, they were situated in a land that was aplenty with them, should it not be cheaper actually? Her voice softened as she pulled at her gift and used it to loosely tie her hair back into a ponytail. She would have loved to weave it into her locks, but it would be a waste to dirty something so pretty. A sense of nostalgia enveloped her as she worked and spoke. “As for…my thoughts on our lovely city…” She trailed off again, suddenly hesitant at sharing her thoughts in full. Maybe though, a little peek would be enough. “I think it can use some…improvements to be more…inclusive of everyone.” A place where rank did not matter but simply skill. Where one’s individual worth is just valued by how hard they worked. Where even a slave could be seen as human and not a tool. Where families did not have to vie for power because it would not matter. “What about you though, how do you see this beautiful dirty city?” She truly, wanted to know. |