Timestamp: 1st of Summer, 513AV Faryon was aimlessly meandering through the various pavilions of Endrykas, the city on the move. She was procrastinating or perhaps more like avoiding her father and Ankal of Whiteflower pavilion, either way she didn't want to be anywhere near that tent. A week ago, the teen had mentioned about her leaving for Riverfall and it had lead to alot of yelling. He was against his only daughter to cross the Sea of grass by herself, too much danger out there he had said, but Faryon knew the real reason was that he didnt want to lose his last reminder of his late second wife, S'forea. Despite have breaking the news a week ago, they still weren't on the best speaking terms. So here was Faryon wandering around with no true purpose. After a bell of walking, she came across a tall and slightly lanky girl. Her grey eyes were a strong contrast to her fiery red hair. The girl couldn't be much younger than Faryon. She was sitting slightly outside what Faryon presumed to be her pavilion weaving a basket, about a quarter way in. Faryon didnt mean to be rude but stood there and gawk at her weaving. She wasn't sure why see was entranced with the girl and her basketweaving, best she could come up with that she wanted to learn herself. Squatting in front of the girl,"Can you show me how to weave?" |