I talk. I think. You talk.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, dusky grey-blue fading into a wash of yellows and oranges, and Anais gave the view an appreciative stare from the deck of her casinor. Though Randal had assured her the dock was available for her to use as long as she needed, the idea of her own land was an overpowering temptation for her and Anais meant to claim her own bit of the jungle - and some of the shore. But, adventurous as she might be, she recognized her own extreme lack of knowledge and knew she needed more than just her feet and her cutlass. A trip to the mercantile was needed.
A couple days to explore the Core of Syka had been plenty, and Anais' moved confidently up the shore to the lofted shop. She hoped Juli would be up and available this early; though her initial meeting had been little more than a greeting in passing, the Svefra felt comfortable going to her for a bit of direction. Actually, all of the residents she'd met so far had seemed more than willing to help; it reminded Anais of the Pod, where everyone was willing to trade knowledge, skills, even possessions as one big family. While she didn't feel that comfortable in Syka yet, it was far less awkward than she had feared relying on others for assistance.
Nearing the mercantile, Anais could hear light thumping overhead. Juli was around, then. Several steps up, and Anais found herself on a platform surrounded by nets, rope, tools, weapons - all manner of what she assumed was necessary survival gear. She stared blankly at the variety of items she hadn't even considered, and was still staring chimes later when Juli noticed her arrival and uttered a friendly greeting.
"Hi! Its Anais, right? Its nice to see you again. Give me just a moment," Juli bent low behind a table, pulling out a quill and ledger, "did you need something particular?" Quill hovering over the ledger, Juli waited, watching Anais expectantly.
Uncertainty flicked across Anais'a face before she answered. "Juli - hello. I was looking for..." The pause drew out, longer than Anais liked, and she finally admitted, sheepishly, what was troubling her. "Actually, I don't know what I'm looking for. Randal - that's Randal Zor - he said I could claim some land?" Habit had her forming some of the Fratava bartering signs, although the tradespeak was really too subtle for sentences and complex thoughts. "I was going to go exploring a bit, but I've never - I mean, I don't know - Anything, really. What is needed for exploring a jungle?"
Though smiles weren't familiar on her face, Anais' eyes were expressive enough, and right now she knew they were broadcasting confusion and embarrassment and a plea for some desperately needed help. Hopefully, Juli would take some pity on her and give her a general idea of what to do - or not to do. Either would be a starting point.
"I have a cutlass," she added helpfully.
*Word count 512
16th Summer
6th Bell
6th Bell
The sky was just beginning to lighten, dusky grey-blue fading into a wash of yellows and oranges, and Anais gave the view an appreciative stare from the deck of her casinor. Though Randal had assured her the dock was available for her to use as long as she needed, the idea of her own land was an overpowering temptation for her and Anais meant to claim her own bit of the jungle - and some of the shore. But, adventurous as she might be, she recognized her own extreme lack of knowledge and knew she needed more than just her feet and her cutlass. A trip to the mercantile was needed.
A couple days to explore the Core of Syka had been plenty, and Anais' moved confidently up the shore to the lofted shop. She hoped Juli would be up and available this early; though her initial meeting had been little more than a greeting in passing, the Svefra felt comfortable going to her for a bit of direction. Actually, all of the residents she'd met so far had seemed more than willing to help; it reminded Anais of the Pod, where everyone was willing to trade knowledge, skills, even possessions as one big family. While she didn't feel that comfortable in Syka yet, it was far less awkward than she had feared relying on others for assistance.
Nearing the mercantile, Anais could hear light thumping overhead. Juli was around, then. Several steps up, and Anais found herself on a platform surrounded by nets, rope, tools, weapons - all manner of what she assumed was necessary survival gear. She stared blankly at the variety of items she hadn't even considered, and was still staring chimes later when Juli noticed her arrival and uttered a friendly greeting.
"Hi! Its Anais, right? Its nice to see you again. Give me just a moment," Juli bent low behind a table, pulling out a quill and ledger, "did you need something particular?" Quill hovering over the ledger, Juli waited, watching Anais expectantly.
Uncertainty flicked across Anais'a face before she answered. "Juli - hello. I was looking for..." The pause drew out, longer than Anais liked, and she finally admitted, sheepishly, what was troubling her. "Actually, I don't know what I'm looking for. Randal - that's Randal Zor - he said I could claim some land?" Habit had her forming some of the Fratava bartering signs, although the tradespeak was really too subtle for sentences and complex thoughts. "I was going to go exploring a bit, but I've never - I mean, I don't know - Anything, really. What is needed for exploring a jungle?"
Though smiles weren't familiar on her face, Anais' eyes were expressive enough, and right now she knew they were broadcasting confusion and embarrassment and a plea for some desperately needed help. Hopefully, Juli would take some pity on her and give her a general idea of what to do - or not to do. Either would be a starting point.
"I have a cutlass," she added helpfully.
*Word count 512