Rezon turned a little, his young pride pleased that she followed. "Emmadalor," he smiled around her name. "It suits you. Pretty and a little sad." He raised an arm to escort her further, a gesture both playful and sincere. "Ahnatep demands a certain amount of pomp, milady." They entered the city in that careful pose as the morning arrived in earnest. The sky hurriedly adorned itself in gold dust, not to be outdone by the citizens of Ahnatep. Along the line of the banks of the estuary, tents and table were being raised by many arms and collared slaves. Collective anticipation and hopes for the day given over to love made the air vibrate and hands shake. A few citizens milled about some were sharp with fresh vigor others dreamily blinking at the sky on the first walk home since the previous morning. Most held slim glasses in their hands, filled with brightly colored tonics. The glasses had unique designs and a metal straw, likely personal possessions brought from home and filled by a favorite elixater. Rezon's head pivoted as he watched the small processions. He was trying to read the customs of the Ahnatep born. Emmadalor heard him speak a few phrases of Arumenic to a young lady with watery eyes and hair in perfect coils painted peacock blue. A slim drink was in her hand: a potent violet liquid with a golden tangle of vegetable fibers at it heart. She answered Rezon quickly, eager to shuck off the taint of Foysha. Satisfied, he released the Eypharian from his interview. "The Serpent's Elixirs. When in Ahnatep, do as the Eypharians…" he said cryptically. "She said it's not far from here." And it wasn't. Rezon was soon pulling the tent door aside for Emmadalor to fit through. He followed soon after, his eyes cautiously reading the room. A piece of wadj on a low table had drinks listed in Arumenic and Common. Rezon held it up for mutual scrutiny. "Let me get you something. I hate to drink anything alone. Even a tonic." He narrowed his eyes at the selection, "Jackal legs, for me." |