24th of Spring, 516AV
With the late afternoon sun shining through the flap in the front of her tent, Ixzo was awake quickly. Because she hadn't been hunting the night before, grogginess did not taint her wakefulness. Still, she moved slow as she sat up, eyeing the tent around her with a strange wariness. Something was missing. Or more accurately, someone.
The knowledge that Rufio was gone sent a pang through Ixzo for only a tick before she adjusted. She wasn't worried about her bond-mate leaving her, of course she'd miss her the entire time they were separate. But, it was common for the Drykas to get her alone time during Ixzo's weird sleep schedule, and so it was likely she was still out… doing whatever she did. Hesitantly, Ixzo probed the bond that connected them, feeling the content that radiated from her partner. Attaching to this emotion, Ixzo stood up. It was warm enough that she didn't sleep with the pelts over her, but under her instead. Rising in the afternoons was little more than that. She needed put on clothes or adjust her braids as she did in the mornings, yet there always needed to be a waking ritual.
Doing so, Ixzo moved to tidy the space. Her tent seemed less crowded with Iollu's things gone, even though Rufio had filled the space quickly. Dirty clothes were tossed in the hamper the water bucket was emptied and refilled, and when Ixzo left her tent, she peered out on the city. Ixzo was not yet brave enough to place her tent anywhere but near the city. Close enough that it was a quick walk to the trading tents, although far enough that she had easy access to the wilderness she hunted in.
Time to find Rufio.
Sauntering past her fire, Ixzo glanced at her neighbors, the woman who was making a stew of sorts. The Drykas glanced up, a wavering smile in greeting. She should have been ecstatic, since this Pavilion had never been particularly friendly to the foreigner. But Ixzo wasn't in the mood to humor them, with a sharp nod, she looked away. It was not long before she was in the thicker parts of the crowd. It was the evening and most were ready to settle down for supper and family-time, but others were still in the market place, trying to secure food for their evening meals. For a moment, Ixzo's mind wandered into what she and Rufio would be eating. The Kelvic was never the best cook, neither of them were, yet Ixzo liked to surprised Rufio with a Myrian-style meal. Or at least as close as she could get with the lack of spices and foreign ingredients.
Just when thoughts of home were settling into her mind, the drowsiness of nostalgia settled in her chest. For a moment, the Myrian-raised Kelvic wished she remembered the spicy smell of the Taloba market place, or the array of corns and beans to eat. The territorial fights over stall space, when one was stupid enough to challenge a regular vendor would be entertaining. It was one of the main reasons she wasn't fond of the soft market tents of the Drykas, their lack of fight for the bargain. She was not a very good negotiator herself, but even she was more intense than what the Drykas were expecting, easily counted an easy trade back home.
Reflective eyes scanned over the tall, bare, back of the man, and nearly snorted. Now she was seeing the Myrians in the Drykas. Her people looked nothing like the humans, why would she mistake such a thing? Unless…
"Hey!" The lion's path veered immediately, magnetized towards the tall man with the tawny inked skin. But what distracted her was the fact that his tattoos were distinctly Myrian, nothing like the kind the Drykas wore. It was what had made her stand out when she first got here, and it was making him stand out now.
"What's a Myrian doing around here?" She asked, a grin already breaking out on her face. She wasn't Myrian herself, but the perfect accent and the marks on her skin told anyone she was raised among them. Without hesitating, she slapped a hand on his back, curving around him to stand in front of the man, who she was beginning to realize was not quite Myrian himself. "Don't tell me your Mama kicked you out?" The light hearted joke came easy, and it was hard for the Kelvic to not laugh with glee at the sight of a familiar stranger.
With the late afternoon sun shining through the flap in the front of her tent, Ixzo was awake quickly. Because she hadn't been hunting the night before, grogginess did not taint her wakefulness. Still, she moved slow as she sat up, eyeing the tent around her with a strange wariness. Something was missing. Or more accurately, someone.
The knowledge that Rufio was gone sent a pang through Ixzo for only a tick before she adjusted. She wasn't worried about her bond-mate leaving her, of course she'd miss her the entire time they were separate. But, it was common for the Drykas to get her alone time during Ixzo's weird sleep schedule, and so it was likely she was still out… doing whatever she did. Hesitantly, Ixzo probed the bond that connected them, feeling the content that radiated from her partner. Attaching to this emotion, Ixzo stood up. It was warm enough that she didn't sleep with the pelts over her, but under her instead. Rising in the afternoons was little more than that. She needed put on clothes or adjust her braids as she did in the mornings, yet there always needed to be a waking ritual.
Doing so, Ixzo moved to tidy the space. Her tent seemed less crowded with Iollu's things gone, even though Rufio had filled the space quickly. Dirty clothes were tossed in the hamper the water bucket was emptied and refilled, and when Ixzo left her tent, she peered out on the city. Ixzo was not yet brave enough to place her tent anywhere but near the city. Close enough that it was a quick walk to the trading tents, although far enough that she had easy access to the wilderness she hunted in.
Time to find Rufio.
Sauntering past her fire, Ixzo glanced at her neighbors, the woman who was making a stew of sorts. The Drykas glanced up, a wavering smile in greeting. She should have been ecstatic, since this Pavilion had never been particularly friendly to the foreigner. But Ixzo wasn't in the mood to humor them, with a sharp nod, she looked away. It was not long before she was in the thicker parts of the crowd. It was the evening and most were ready to settle down for supper and family-time, but others were still in the market place, trying to secure food for their evening meals. For a moment, Ixzo's mind wandered into what she and Rufio would be eating. The Kelvic was never the best cook, neither of them were, yet Ixzo liked to surprised Rufio with a Myrian-style meal. Or at least as close as she could get with the lack of spices and foreign ingredients.
Just when thoughts of home were settling into her mind, the drowsiness of nostalgia settled in her chest. For a moment, the Myrian-raised Kelvic wished she remembered the spicy smell of the Taloba market place, or the array of corns and beans to eat. The territorial fights over stall space, when one was stupid enough to challenge a regular vendor would be entertaining. It was one of the main reasons she wasn't fond of the soft market tents of the Drykas, their lack of fight for the bargain. She was not a very good negotiator herself, but even she was more intense than what the Drykas were expecting, easily counted an easy trade back home.
Reflective eyes scanned over the tall, bare, back of the man, and nearly snorted. Now she was seeing the Myrians in the Drykas. Her people looked nothing like the humans, why would she mistake such a thing? Unless…
"Hey!" The lion's path veered immediately, magnetized towards the tall man with the tawny inked skin. But what distracted her was the fact that his tattoos were distinctly Myrian, nothing like the kind the Drykas wore. It was what had made her stand out when she first got here, and it was making him stand out now.
"What's a Myrian doing around here?" She asked, a grin already breaking out on her face. She wasn't Myrian herself, but the perfect accent and the marks on her skin told anyone she was raised among them. Without hesitating, she slapped a hand on his back, curving around him to stand in front of the man, who she was beginning to realize was not quite Myrian himself. "Don't tell me your Mama kicked you out?" The light hearted joke came easy, and it was hard for the Kelvic to not laugh with glee at the sight of a familiar stranger.
Myrian | Pavi "Speech" Sign | Common | PC/NPC "Speech" Sign
