[ The concept of a market was still something that was going to take time to get used to, especially for someone like Zephyr. Calaglia wasn't known for having things as "luxurious" as shops and he'd spent a good thirty-odd years stealing supplies and other various amenities from the soldiers who ruled over the realm with (literal) iron fists. He'd tagged along on a few trips over the past few weeks but he'd never gone out and poked around by himself until today and probably for good reason:
He looked lost and that had been something the merchants took full advantage of. Over the span of an hour he's ushered through no less than a dozen stalls and vendors hawking their wares from scarves (which he'd wound up leaving with four before he'd known what had happened) and finally culminating with a stop to an odd little jewelry stall. It had taken the guy twenty minutes to foist something upon Zephyr in exchange for one of the scarves he'd ended up with, leaving the older Dahnan to stare down at the object he'd dropped into his hand.
Still, it's too late to try and barter for the scarf back. After a long while of staring he looks back over his shoulder towards where the stall was - the owner having vanished to try and find another unwitting Lost Soul - and frowns to himself. ]
...He never did tell me what it's supposed to do.
[ He got that it was supposed to be some sort of protection but... Protection from what? ]
II. A peony for your thoughts?
[ Now, farming? That's something he has a little more experience with. Sort of. When someone had asked if he could help haul a few wheelbarrows down to the field and help plant a few things, Zephyr had been expecting something familiar like, well. Vegetables. Potatoes, beans, that sort of thing, you know? After the fields of wheat and other various crops further out it definitely would've made sense to him.
He didn't expect to see rows and rows of flowers.
A few wheelbarrows of soil and fertilizer turned into a row or two worth of planting seeds, budding flowers, and a few chunks of stems covered in sharp thorns that may or may not have "bitten" Zephyr a few times. The longer they have him digging, the more time he gets to spend marveling over pretty much everything. For instance: the dirt was actually dirt and not hard the hard clay he'd grown up with in the wastes. There were no succulents in sight, and outside of the aforementioned roses none of them were inherently risky to touch. And the colors... Gods, the colors.
Eventually he forces himself to take a break. He could easily go back to Aldrip proper, but no. No, Zephyr hauls himself up onto a few crates off to the side, a damp rag in hand to wipe away as much dirt as he can from his skin, and simply looks. The markets were still new and a little strange to him, yes, but this was... ]
I've never seen anything like this before. It's so... green.
zephyr | tales of arise | open
[ The concept of a market was still something that was going to take time to get used to, especially for someone like Zephyr. Calaglia wasn't known for having things as "luxurious" as shops and he'd spent a good thirty-odd years stealing supplies and other various amenities from the soldiers who ruled over the realm with (literal) iron fists. He'd tagged along on a few trips over the past few weeks but he'd never gone out and poked around by himself until today and probably for good reason:
He looked lost and that had been something the merchants took full advantage of. Over the span of an hour he's ushered through no less than a dozen stalls and vendors hawking their wares from scarves (which he'd wound up leaving with four before he'd known what had happened) and finally culminating with a stop to an odd little jewelry stall. It had taken the guy twenty minutes to foist something upon Zephyr in exchange for one of the scarves he'd ended up with, leaving the older Dahnan to stare down at the object he'd dropped into his hand.
They had said it was a crow. The longer Zephyr looks at it, the less certain he is.
Still, it's too late to try and barter for the scarf back. After a long while of staring he looks back over his shoulder towards where the stall was - the owner having vanished to try and find another unwitting Lost Soul - and frowns to himself. ]
...He never did tell me what it's supposed to do.
[ He got that it was supposed to be some sort of protection but... Protection from what? ]
II. A peony for your thoughts?
[ Now, farming? That's something he has a little more experience with. Sort of. When someone had asked if he could help haul a few wheelbarrows down to the field and help plant a few things, Zephyr had been expecting something familiar like, well. Vegetables. Potatoes, beans, that sort of thing, you know? After the fields of wheat and other various crops further out it definitely would've made sense to him.
He didn't expect to see rows and rows of flowers.
A few wheelbarrows of soil and fertilizer turned into a row or two worth of planting seeds, budding flowers, and a few chunks of stems covered in sharp thorns that may or may not have "bitten" Zephyr a few times. The longer they have him digging, the more time he gets to spend marveling over pretty much everything. For instance: the dirt was actually dirt and not hard the hard clay he'd grown up with in the wastes. There were no succulents in sight, and outside of the aforementioned roses none of them were inherently risky to touch. And the colors... Gods, the colors.
Eventually he forces himself to take a break. He could easily go back to Aldrip proper, but no. No, Zephyr hauls himself up onto a few crates off to the side, a damp rag in hand to wipe away as much dirt as he can from his skin, and simply looks. The markets were still new and a little strange to him, yes, but this was... ]
I've never seen anything like this before. It's so... green.
[ Not just green, but the point still stands. ]