by Tessa Poe on August 25th, 2011, 3:05 pm
Tessa glanced to the side as a voice echoed her own thoughts on the price of the necklace and she nodded politely as she came to a halt, shooing away a merchant trying to sell her a pan of all things who’s stall she’d stopped in front of. She had to wonder just why someone wanted to talk to her of all people in the Bazaar. Maybe it was some kind of cunning sales pitch? You got all sorts of attempts to separate you from your Mizas round here, her first experience with the place had proved that. The possible merchant in disguise was smiling, which was always nice to see even if it was being motivated by the chance to make a profit. There was a delicate grace to her, both in her movements and her features, in fact she was fairly sure she'd been stood next to her while she was declining the pendant. No, not fairly sure, she was positive of it, it was hard to forget someone like this stranger. Her tanned skin and dark hair stood out, as did her dress. She obviously wasn't from these parts originally, but the more the merrier. Tessa had always found that people who'd not lived in the city all that long tended to be friendlier. It was as if the city itself and the weight of it ground people down a bit, left them... brusquer, more prone to irritation. Those were thoughts for another time though, a time when she wasn't leaving a stranger waiting for an answer from her.
Given that the merchant hadn't reacted himself it wasn't too much of a leap to guess that the smiling girl wasn't some sort of stealth merchant, there'd have been protests or something from the first merchant if that were the case. Tessa finally smiled in return, nodding in agreement with the girl's words as she decided she wasn't going to try and sell her anything. She wasn't quite sure what the girl expected though, but a reply of some sort was warranted certainly. "Longer if you're careful, and you get lucky out in the forest." There, nice and non-committal; friendly without inviting further comment. She stepped forwards, about to set off again and put the stranger from her mind so she could get on with her shopping when someone else approached her, complimenting her on her practicality of all things. Gods, was everyone obsessed with her shopping habits today!? It wasn’t as if she was doing anything different to the hundred others within fifty paces of her was it? Why couldn't they go and and bother one of those people? This was all just wasting time, keeping her within the bounds of the Bazaar and its noise and heat. The crowds were starting to build and if she didn't get her shopping done quickly she could be stuck in here for hours if not longer. Still, she couldn’t be rude; you always had to be polite, especially when the person you were talking to seemed as well-mannered as this fresh stranger.
She stopped and turned, eyes flicking up and down him. He was a little taller than her, and solidly built too as far as she could tell. He was armed too, but then that wasn’t exactly uncommon was it? It was only sensible to carry something to defend yourself with as she well knew. “Ummmm…. thank you Sir?” There was no keeping the look of confusion from her face, nor the sound of it from her voice as she replied simply to his rather odd statement. She tried to think of something else to say but came up entirely blank, the fact that she could feel the back of her tunic clinging to her skin, damp as it was with sweat, wasn’t helping with that in the least. She shifted her pack uncomfortably, her head turning slightly from one stranger to the other, trying to figure out what either of them wanted from her.