[p] nobody knows the trouble i've seen
Posted Nov 20, 2020 23:11:42 GMT -5
Post by Rostyn Hart on Nov 20, 2020 23:11:42 GMT -5
April 16th, 1pm
Markay Strip was bustling with activity at this hour, even though lunch was barely an hour gone. Those working the strip did not close for lunch, and those shopping often purchased their food from a vendor. The clamor of the market was pleasant and alive. There had been a heavy rain the day before and today the sun was out, drying the streets and tempting animals out of their shelter to enjoy the sunshine while it lasted. Spring rains were always just around the corner so it was best to soak up the sunshine when possible.
Rostyn's fur warmed under the light of the sun. It felt good to be outside, though he could have done so just as easily at home. Today errands brought him to Markay Strip. He wore simple clothing that allowed for easy movement and didn't carry a sword today, as he often did when he was on business. His simple shirt was light gray with black trim and billowed about his form with the light breeze that brushed through the markets. His shorts were darker and fit with a simple, but well-made, leather belt. Strapped beneath both shorts and shirt was a dagger that only the most observant would pick out beneath the cloth.
His nose twitched as he picked up the smells of cooking meat in the distance and his stomach rumbled. He had forgone lunch so far, in favor of finding the item he was looking for. A part of him itched to drop down on all fours and bolt for the food, but he held himself together on two legs and continued his purposeful walk. If his parent's had shown up at that moment then he might have given in to desire and gone full animal on them, all to, of course, further tarnish their respectable name. Rostyn was far from respectable these days and he took pleasure in the discomfort that it caused his family.
The scent of food was washed away by the pungent odor of fresh herbs used for healing or treating ailments. He was walking down a lane that was bordered by shops and stalls selling such plants that an apothecary would find useful. While he knew a little of healing - it was necessary in his trade in the event that he was injured on the job - he didn't know enough to be able to keep up with the sellers here. He had just begun to pick up the pace to get closer to his goal when movement near one of the shops caught his eye.
A small stall was selling an assortment of fine-looking herbs and someone was looking over them carefully while conversing with the owner. A small scamp of a fox, probably barely an adult by the looks of it, was approaching slowly, attempting to look as if they fit in with the crowd. Rostyn frowned as the fox reached towards a purse held by the shopper. Why me? he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. Of course he would be the one to see this. Now he felt the need to do something about the situation, even though he was no longer a guard. Old habits died hard, he supposed.
Just as the fox placed a paw on the purse Rostyn stepped up to him, placing his own paw on the Fox's arm. With a look of warning in his eyes and the slightest show of teeth, Rostyn dared the fox to try him. If he gave up now he would let the creature run rather than turning him in to the nearest guard. The fox seemed to take the hint and let go of the purse, but in his hast snagged a claw and gave it a noticeable tug, alerting the shopper to the situation behind them.
Rio Marino I figure you can either have her be the shopper or have her witness everything. Totally up to you!
Markay Strip was bustling with activity at this hour, even though lunch was barely an hour gone. Those working the strip did not close for lunch, and those shopping often purchased their food from a vendor. The clamor of the market was pleasant and alive. There had been a heavy rain the day before and today the sun was out, drying the streets and tempting animals out of their shelter to enjoy the sunshine while it lasted. Spring rains were always just around the corner so it was best to soak up the sunshine when possible.
Rostyn's fur warmed under the light of the sun. It felt good to be outside, though he could have done so just as easily at home. Today errands brought him to Markay Strip. He wore simple clothing that allowed for easy movement and didn't carry a sword today, as he often did when he was on business. His simple shirt was light gray with black trim and billowed about his form with the light breeze that brushed through the markets. His shorts were darker and fit with a simple, but well-made, leather belt. Strapped beneath both shorts and shirt was a dagger that only the most observant would pick out beneath the cloth.
His nose twitched as he picked up the smells of cooking meat in the distance and his stomach rumbled. He had forgone lunch so far, in favor of finding the item he was looking for. A part of him itched to drop down on all fours and bolt for the food, but he held himself together on two legs and continued his purposeful walk. If his parent's had shown up at that moment then he might have given in to desire and gone full animal on them, all to, of course, further tarnish their respectable name. Rostyn was far from respectable these days and he took pleasure in the discomfort that it caused his family.
The scent of food was washed away by the pungent odor of fresh herbs used for healing or treating ailments. He was walking down a lane that was bordered by shops and stalls selling such plants that an apothecary would find useful. While he knew a little of healing - it was necessary in his trade in the event that he was injured on the job - he didn't know enough to be able to keep up with the sellers here. He had just begun to pick up the pace to get closer to his goal when movement near one of the shops caught his eye.
A small stall was selling an assortment of fine-looking herbs and someone was looking over them carefully while conversing with the owner. A small scamp of a fox, probably barely an adult by the looks of it, was approaching slowly, attempting to look as if they fit in with the crowd. Rostyn frowned as the fox reached towards a purse held by the shopper. Why me? he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. Of course he would be the one to see this. Now he felt the need to do something about the situation, even though he was no longer a guard. Old habits died hard, he supposed.
Just as the fox placed a paw on the purse Rostyn stepped up to him, placing his own paw on the Fox's arm. With a look of warning in his eyes and the slightest show of teeth, Rostyn dared the fox to try him. If he gave up now he would let the creature run rather than turning him in to the nearest guard. The fox seemed to take the hint and let go of the purse, but in his hast snagged a claw and gave it a noticeable tug, alerting the shopper to the situation behind them.
Rio Marino I figure you can either have her be the shopper or have her witness everything. Totally up to you!
