It Goes Around the Canal {Piraen}

[Bonnibell Carson]

Date: 56th of Winter, 513AV
Location: Canals/Vitrax
Time: Midday

The canals were never empty. People within the city always seemed to need to go somewhere. Then there were the tourists, not used to the transportation they were easily exploited by both the Ravosala dealers and Ravosalamen alike. Be as that may slow days were possible. On those days Ravosala drivers used their knowledge of the watery streets to seek out customers, some raced, and some avoided people to laze about.


Bonnie didn’t have that luxury. She was stationed near the center of the city. It meant there were too many eyes, few back streets. It meant that there were plenty of other drivers riding around. Too many hooks, not enough fish. She thought with a half-grin. She wasn’t bored yet so she could still smile. Give it a few more chimes and the young woman would be cursing everything known to man for her boredom. Bonnie didn’t do well without someone to talk to. But for the moment she moved along gently with her pole.

It took no small amount of balance to keep Ravosalamen on board their tiny boats. Some adopted stances, some wore shoes that did nothing to truly help them but scratched their boats. Bonnie had adopted a stance best suited to her form, but the young woman had found that different boats needed a different stance. Her boat today was a simple model. Strictly business travel, with little comfort for sore cheeks. It didn’t endear people to it but it was hard to get anywhere in Ravok without taking a Ravosala. Bonnie tried to bring people in with friendly waves when she stopped for a moment. She smiled wide, the pomade on her lips glinted. Her gaze flitted down to ensure her toes were pointed in. The young woman had found out the hard way that outward pointed toes could force a person to do the splits. She returned her gaze to the streets. No takers.

Bonnie tilted her pole to the left and pushed herself across the small canal. It was a short way. Her boat butted up against the streets. She pulled her pole up. Let it drag a bit instead of moving the Ravosala. Her free hand pushed against the street to keep herself out of traffic. She gripped the side of the street and pushed her Ravosala along. The young woman also hoped it would tempt someone into hopping aboard. Petch, come one. Bonnie smiled wider.

[Piraen Saneka]

Piraen wasn't late often. He would rise at the same time every morning, allowing himself the luxury of laziness. This morning was no different. He woke up bells before he needed to be at work and still left with ample time to reach the Vitrax. What was different, however, was the number of people out on the footpaths. What normally would take a tops of one bell was taking an upwards of two!

Pi grunted as he shuffled through the streets. What could possibly be so riveting? He cringed away from a short lady's reaching hand before continuing to scan his surroundings for answers. Did someone die? That always gets people up and out... Unfortunately, the man found nothing but the back of a sweaty man's head. So he waited, allowing himself to be pushed along like cattle.

After half a bell, the congested path began to clear. Piraen let out a small squeak of joy. Finally! The tailor stepped around the sweaty man in front of him and opened his gait. His long strides catapulted him in bounds down the walkway. A half-grin appeared on his face as the idea of being on time became a possibility once more.

As Pi galloped along the narrow footpath, a group of rambunctious youths came barreling out of a side street. Before he could so much a shout, the herd of nervous boys collided with him. There was a brief moment of fear as Pi hung over the edge of the street. After all, the clothes he was wearing were not made for swimming in a lake and he would have neither the time nor patience to fix them if they were ruined by doing so. Luckily, there was a ravosala waiting beneath him. Pi crashed into the boat, smacking his shoulders on the far side. The kelvic groaned, knowing that he would have to get that looked at later. The small boat rocked back and forth, shocked by the abrupt entrance of a customer. A customer that just laid there, lanky limbs sprawled out and eyes closed. In fact, if it weren't for the groan Pi let escape his lips, then Pi was sure he appeared to be dead.

After a few ticks, the man stood and grumbled to himself: "That also works." Piraen took it as sign. If Rhysol wanted him to take a ravosala that morning, then Pi would happily oblige. He wiped the dust off his black pants and sat across from his driver. "My apologies. Are you okay?" He watched the woman, taken slightly aback by the fact that women even piloted these, and waited for a response. He did not want to have any more delays, but he did just almost knock her into the lake with his haphazardous entrance. Instead of rushing her, Pi made slight adjustments to his wardrobe. He pulled the dark velvet vest tight, brushing the dust off of that as well, then loosened his patterned scarf. The Vitrax, please. Piraen kept the words at the ready, able to launch them from the tip of his tongue at any moment. Really, The Vitrax. Please. Now.

[Abstract]

Grade Awarded!

Piraen

Skills

~ Observation - 1

Lores

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Other

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Notes

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