86th of Spring, 522 A.V.
He materialized in front of her, not because he was a creature of magic, but because he was trying to be quiet and she was lost in thought. His blue eyes met hers a moment before he quietly spoke her name. “Shiress.” He said, offering her a grin. He looked around for Ian, not seeing him, and then held out a piece of parchment paper to her. It was obvious it wasn’t a Common Speaking day or he wouldn’t have said her name with such a guttural sound to it.
The paper contained a really crude drawing. It was to stick figures. One had long hair and was smaller than the one with short hair who was bigger. And it wasn’t actually just one drawing. It was a series of drawings. The two stick figures came together in the next image and were holding hands. Then, in the third small drawing, they were inside what looked like a dovecote. In the third drawing, they were back out of the dovecote and in what looked like a market full of stick figures shopping. The last and final drawing was of the smaller stick figure proudly marching through the market again, but this time the larger stick figure was overburdened with bags and boxes and parcels like some pack animal.
Then, further down the paper there was a picture of a wine bottle, a nice beef steak, and a fancy plate of assorted fruits… all crudely drawn in what looked a lot like Ian’s colored wax sticks.
When she finally looked up at Shade, he grinned wickedly and pointed at the paper. “Shade. Ian.” Then he pantomimed the drawing of some of the images, indicating that Ian had helped him get the artwork just perfect. Then Shade folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow at her as if to say… “You game?”
They were standing in the common room of the Protea Inn, having just finished breakfast and were lounging around with some of the other guests. Shade didn’t know where Ian had gotten off too and wasn’t sure if Shiress – after her long trip – wanted to go shopping with him. But he had some things to look for and needed a few supplies. Plus, believe it or not, one of the things he was fond of was looking at bazaars and seeing what wares folks had to offer. One of his favorite duties back in Nyka had been market patrol. He loved hearing the merchants hawking their wares, and he’d often banter with them as they moved through the market on patrol. The Monks had good relations with the merchants and often kept up good ties. Those ties involved bribes on both ends and keeping the merchants safe while the Monks were around.
Shade grinned a moment, having figured Shiress had time to digest, and offered her his arm. “Shiress… come!” He said in Myrian, his open smile an invitation.
If she wanted to go, he’d wait for her to get ready – find a sitter for Ian if he wasn’t at one’s place already – and grab her things to go. Then he’d head towards the Dovecote and the one thing that held an appeal for him at the Outpost… the Open Sky Bazaar. There, they could shop if they liked, looking for something or anything to check off his list. His list, for Jewelcrafting items, was rather extensive. He wanted his studio to be as nice and precise as Lynk’s studio was. It would require some asking around, some bullying perhaps, and maybe some hand gestures to find the right vendors and buy what he needed.