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xBewildered Una moved through the plaza halfheartedly. The swaying view of the ocean beneath and the teetering clouds above Unas brow left her vaguely dizzy as she peaked Zintia. Slender arches and bridges rose around the outskirts of the Plaza leading to the peaks of the nearby peaks which they city stretched between. The plaza, she had been told, was the heart of all the festivals and she could see instantly why. No place was as wide and open as this in Wind Reach and no place contained such stomach churning views in the desolate plains of the North outside Avanthal.
Large squares of shops crowded into the vast floored plains and as Una moved through the swathes of people she couldn't help but feel as if she moved against a tide. Moving on land had never felt so like swimming. Okomo festival was in several days and the plaza was rapidly being prepared with swatches of colours and decorative booths and lanterns. Only Avanthalian festivals could compare, but in a land so cold their parties were held indoors or in bundles of fur. Lhavit, much further south, was much warmer than her frigid home and she delighted in the ruffle of cool moist air on her skin.
She had yet to see an Okomo, beyond the drawings and descriptions in the books she'd had her nose in since arriving in Lhavit. The library was more vast and comprehensive than she could ever have imagined a library to be and she gleefully drowned in its endless pool. The glass horned creatures were sacred to the city and few could be seen riding the creatures frivolously about the streets. She had read they were equal parts graceful and brutish, the description was precisely the same for the Dire Polar Bears of Avanthal and Una wondered at the coincidence. Was it only the gods that could make something dainty and simultaneously brutish, was their such beauty in an honest paradox as so to make every god given gift fearsome, strong and beautiful.
She wondered if ever there was a creature made by the gods that was sweet and delicate or ugly and cankerous. Was that simply not the gods way or did they place a paradox in each city to teach their citizens something important about the nature of paradoxes? Una was convinced the gods would never be so unimaginative as to create three creatures of the same weaknesses and strengths. There had to be a cohesive lesson behind the Polar Bear, Wind Eagle and Okomo creation. Though, she wondered, do I dare wonder at the gods?
Bumping into a stranger, eyes blinded by the black of deep thought, Una raised her hands apologizing quickly and hurrying onward. She'd hardly glanced at the sullen face that had greeted her but as she moved on she was once again struck by the style of Lhavitians and as she gazed down at the white threadbare dress that had borne her from Wind Reach to Avanthal and back again she made a note to purchase an outfit such as theirs, one that flowed and peaked like the oceans skin.
Soon Una was lost among the crowd. The sky was a dome of blue, granting neither direction nor the stimulation of the night. All around her was a pool of shimmering clothes, headscarves and hats. Feeling the first bubbles of panic Una ducked into a door. Resting her back against the inside wall heaving a deep sigh of relief Una closed her eyes tightly for a moment. Lhavit was large and clamoring compared to Wind Reach and Avanthal and she was quickly overwhelmed by all that appeared before her.
An elderly tanned face presented itself inquisitively at her making Una back up harder against the wall, "Uh...Hi?" The woman smiled and gestured an open arm into the building, "Are you alright miss? You looked quite terrified." The woman glanced at her through slanted slitted eyes that seemed to search too deep for Unas comfort.
"Oh yes. Just. A lot of people in the streets today." She explained as she followed the womans hand, taking a seat at one of the smaller tables huddled against the order desk. Turning to glance around the shop she was stopped by the hanging carcasses and sliced meat that adorned one wall.
"Oh! Are you looking to buy something? We just made a fresh batch of meat pies!" The woman bustled around the edge of the counter indicating a steaming pile of palm sized pastries. Una felt bile rush up through her stomach, already nauseous the Charoda soon stood in the center of the busy tavern heaving. Salty water and tangled seaweed wiggled from her mouth and lay in a small pool over her feet.
Nose wrinkled and thin lipped the woman scowled at Una, "Well you needn't be SO insulting!" She muttered as she rushed for a mop and the line rushed for the door in a small ineffectual mob. The smell of partially digested vegetables rose thickly in the air forcing Una to cover her own nose though she was secretly grateful that the smell masked the blood and savory smell of meat.
Handing a splintered wooden mop to the Charoda the nameless owner nodded grimly, "Well....clean it up." She instructed tapping he foot impatiently against the floor when Una hesitated. "I-If I stay here any longer I'm go-..." Her stomach heaved again forcing Una to lean against the counter, one hand wrapped tightly around her stomach. The smell of salt and pickled onions made her nose whimper and her stomach froth angrily at her.
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