by Seidaku on July 7th, 2011, 10:59 pm
It was strange, though he supposed it should not have been. He had always seen vendors and entertainers lining the streets outside of the Bizarre, but today the streets were empty of the sights and smells that would lead him toward something edible. He scratched his head idly, all he could see were the bejeweled butterflies and a surprisingly small number of people going about their daily lives.
"Well," he said with a resolute nod, "Nothing to do for it but, ah, but to find ourselves a vendor."
Gesturing for the shockingly gaunt child to follow him, Seidaku walked to the end of the Bizarre and turned the corner onto a street paved with frosted sweet cakes. Both the street itself and the buildings lining it appeared to be lined with all manner of pastel colored candies and sugared breads. "Umm, don't try eating it," he cautioned the child, "You will end up, uhh, starving to death. The illusions are very convincing. A very real stomach ache from all the fake sugar, though. Very strange how the mind works," he added to himself.
He wondered, would the perception of nourishment have a noticeable effect on aleviating the physical effects of malnutrition and dehydration? What about the perception of pain? Was there a medical or surgical application for those blessed by Ionu?
Lost in thought, he slid slightly in a patch of icing as he turned the corner again, Seidaku spotted his goal, dozens of carts carrying foods and twice as many street performers ranging from jugglers to fire eaters to musicians. The whole scene was very... raucous.
He stopped for a moment, searching above the crowds until he spotted a large, elevated sign that appeared most promising. On orange cloth, with glaringly contrasting blue letters, proclaimed, "Mistress Melissa's Meritorious Mobile Morsels."
Threading his way through the crowd with the child hopefully following, he pulled to a stop and gestured with a surprisingly broad smile, "Alvadas' food is... well, as unique as the city itself."
His gesture took in a cart whos coloration threatened to make an observer's eyes bleed. There were more colors than he had names for, and it seemed that they were all striving for prominence on the sides and top of the cart. Sitting atop the cart was an art display of foods. There were pies with cross hatched crusts, artfully arranged bowls of fruit, tightly coiled links of sausage and plates of other meats and, seemingly out of place amidst all of the various foods, an hour glass with multi-colored sand sliding from the top to the bottom.
Darting glances toward the girl periodically, Seidaku held a whispered conversation with 'Mistress Melissa', who finally nodded knowingly and held her hand out, palm up. With a sigh, he placed a full gold Miza into her palm, which she was polite enough to test with her hands beneath her counter, out of sight.
The transaction completed, Seidaku picked out two items. One was a cut of mutton as long as the girl's forearm, and likely bigger around. The second was a small, plainly painted tea cup. Stepping out of the way for any other customers, he handed the small girl the slab of meat, steam still curling away from it with the scent of spices, and said, "I know you said fruit, but, ah, trust me."