Collision Course [Erinia Silversong]

[Ronan]

5th Day of Summer, 511 AV Ronan wended his way through the market, harassed by hawkers, jostled by busy, bustling Drykas. It seemed it wasn't just the city in motion. Everyone and everything was out to get the best deals this morning. He moved quickly and thoroughly, eyes darting between stalls. He wasn't really looking for anything in particular, more for anything that caught his eye. He wasn't a hoarder, but neither was he adverse to making seemingly random purchases. It was surprising what you could pick up - and then sell on for a profit. He raised a hand and brushed a thin sheen of sweat from his forehead. It was a warm morning, and the Cyphrus grasses were just verging on a dry brown shade. He would have to find something quickly - he didn't want to go gallivanting round the market forever in this heat.

[Erinia Silversong]

Erinia shuffled along towards the market, not sure whether or not to be excited or unpreturbed by being back in Endrykas. She had not been back to her homeland in what seemed to be ages--which was an occurence she was eager to keep. Unfortunately, though, life was becoming more tedious than she'd like and Erin was in desperate need of something entertianing. Reaching the market, she began to move swiftly along the carts and stands, searching for something to satisfy her urge for gaiety. Pampsus had followed her into the market, glueing himself to her heels as she searched in the heat. She shoved past people as the walked dead into her--one would think she was the only one who could see and they were the blind ones. With a desperate urge to slap the next person whotouched her, she knew that she needed to find what she needed and vacate the market quickly.

[Ronan]

Ronan moved through the throng, beginning to find the heat unbearable. Countless times he was nudged, or pushed. It seemed Drykas became animal on market day, wild and feral humans out to grab whatever they could. It's funny what we can become... especially when there's money involved. He thumbed a gold miza, flipping it agilely between his fingers. All of a sudden the sunlight glinted on something, and it caught his eyes. He wheeled back round, walking towards the market stall. Whallop. He had struck a young woman - Drykas with long dark hair. There was something intriguing about her. That was when he noticed one of her eyes. Was she blind, he asked himself. "Uh... I'm sorry. Shall I help you up?"

[Erinia Silversong]

What she assumed to be a man had crashed into her, sending her reeling. Her assumption was soon confirmed as the man spoke, offering a helping hand. "No, I am quite alright." Erinia snapped coldly. Although it was often debated, she needed no help. She jumped up quickly to try to prove herself, lost her balance, then steadied herself on the nearest market stall. Pampsus had taken a defensive stance by now, ready to ward off the danger if need be. A silent growl was emitted from deep within his throat. "Hush, Hush." Erin placed a hand on her four-legged companion; Pampsus layed down at her feet moments later, calm as could be.

[Ronan]

The woman snapped at him, climbing back up. That was when he noticed her furry companion, hackles rising defensively. She touched him, soothing and calming the dog with her words. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be rude," Ronan began, "in fact, I won't bother in future." He turned back to the market stall indignantly, and channeled his attention back to the trinket that had caught his eye. It wasn't the colour, or appearance, that called to him. It was that beautiful shape. He walked over and put his hand on it. It was made of jade, he thought to himself. A small turtle shaped trinket, cast in the smoothest of stone. He was sure he could fetch a decent price for it.

[Erinia Silversong]

Erinia grunted. It was a grunt without any specific meaning; a combination of laziness, agreeance as well as a mix of other emotions. In the distance music was projecting joyfully throughout the market. The melody flowed, bobbing and weaving through the crowd--never touching anything. Yet, from this river of rhythm a bizarre sense of deja vu struck the back of Erin's mind. It felt as though something were watching her, or, like a bug crawling up her spine. Peering over her left shoulder, she clicked her tongue a few times. Nothing. No one with the same silhoutte as before. No one with the same smell, or sound. No one was watching. Pampsus nudged her leg and whimpered. You're right. She thought, petting the side of his head. No one is there. Convincing herself that it was the song causing the uncomfortable feeling, Ering drifted towards a stall with many people surrounding it. Sliding her way to the front, she nodded towards a merchant, calling him forth. Without any hesitation, he began to rapidly run through descriptions of items, making countless--and useless-- sales pitches. It was, however, not long before something caught her fancy. Raising her hand, she stopped the speedy succession of words. "May I---" She began to ask, but was interupted by the sound of the seller's receding steps. That was the good thing about Drykas markets; you never had to ask twice [or once, in this case] to see a product. Waiting for the man to return with a sample of the product-which was, or at least it sounded like, a turtle-shaped jewel; perfect for decorating ones' hair or animal companions with-- Erin began to stroke Pampsus's head. The weird feeling had not yet left her system, but she assumed it would be short-lived. Or so she hoped.

[Ronan]

Ronan was examining the turtle antique, when the blind girl he had bumped into appeared again. She began to ask the seller to have a look at something, and before he knew it, the turtle was gone from his grasp, and pushed into the girl's hands. He stared at her, as she felt the smooth jade between her fingers. No way was he letting some jumped up girl and her dog take this ornament away from him. She probably liked it because it was pretty - yet Ronan was viewing the item much more practically. He jumped straight in, catching the sellers attention as the girl admired the turtle. "How much for the turtle?" he asked, "I'm interested." Very interested...

[Erinia Silversong]

Erinia ran her fingers over the jewel as she stood, trying to visualize what it looked like. It definately had ajem inside it, and was shaped as a blob. The merchant told her it was a turtle, but, one could nevewr be to careful with the placement of trust in a merchant--especially when you are blind. Suddenly, another voice poked into her silent world of thought; it was that man! So, that was were the sense of deja vu were eminating from. "As am I." Erin glared into the blackness around her, miffed now. She would pay anything to buy this trinket, if not just to spite this man.

[Ronan]

"As am I." Ronan turned to stare at the blind woman. She was blind! How could she understand the beauty and worth of the piece? Anger bubbled up inside him, and he snatched the turtle from her hands, pulling coins from his pocket and waving them about. The woman's dog stared at him as if ready to lunge. "Five gold miza's," Ronan said, "that's a great offer." He looked back at the woman, eyebrow twitching. He would not let her get this!

[Erinia Silversong]

((OOC- Sorry, I may not be back for a while, and this post is going to be very skimpy as I am very busy lately.))

Erinia upper lip lifted slightly, revealing a bit of the white of her teeth. A small growl scratched at the walls of her throat, begging to be let loose. As she clamped her bottom jaw shut, Erin breathed her response through her teeth. "Seven gold mizas."