Re: [Chapter Three] What Was Once Lost
Hanadi didn't get very far before she was stopped again by a further merchant, this one in heavy adornment of jewelry. The woman trader's every movement clacked and clicked with the sounds of small jeweled metals tapping each other at joints. Her many necklaces glittered against the sun beautifully attracting the eyes of several passers-by.
"My goodness someone as important as you and you'll not stop to look at my goods? I'm almost shamed!" said the merchant woman, her bangles shaking on her wrists as he held up her hands. "Come now, you simply must see my work, I know it cannot be beyond such a person with your means! Having a Temple Guard protecting you and your own retinue! Come come come!" She turned picking up a small box, before turning back around and opening it, revealing rows of bangles with rings in the center of each one. "My lady must feel dreadful being so horribly under-dressed!"
"Feh! As if you have any goods worth selling, rocks and metal I say! More befitting of sand-rats!" said the silk merchant, pulling out a simple blue dress with gold filigree embroideries. The clothing was indeed beautiful, but not completely impractical as it offered plenty of room for movement. "True beauty is enhancing the body's traits with what you wear over it. I put my very soul into this work, Bahbi himself would be impressed with it! Even your space freer friend should be able to see it's magnificence! Come here, ma'am! Let me show you the best."
Oskar would feel a hand pat him on the shoulder as he passed by a stall on the other side of the narrow market way.
"You. Alien." it was an Iroma speaking Trade. When Oskar chose to turn around and see, he'd find himself staring and barrel-bellied man sitting on a cask, behind a stall lined with bottles of rotgut, wine, and various other alcohols. "Brew. Smell. You." He picked up a bottle of wine that was marked with the year 827. "Best brew. For best." He looked at Ellis too, seeing which foreigner would take to his wares.
Though those were the only ones, it seemed that the other traders were bringing out their best goods as well. Everything they kept in the back came out front, all with a careful eye on the group.
Hanadi didn't get very far before she was stopped again by a further merchant, this one in heavy adornment of jewelry. The woman trader's every movement clacked and clicked with the sounds of small jeweled metals tapping each other at joints. Her many necklaces glittered against the sun beautifully attracting the eyes of several passers-by.
"My goodness someone as important as you and you'll not stop to look at my goods? I'm almost shamed!" said the merchant woman, her bangles shaking on her wrists as he held up her hands. "Come now, you simply must see my work, I know it cannot be beyond such a person with your means! Having a Temple Guard protecting you and your own retinue! Come come come!" She turned picking up a small box, before turning back around and opening it, revealing rows of bangles with rings in the center of each one. "My lady must feel dreadful being so horribly under-dressed!"
"Feh! As if you have any goods worth selling, rocks and metal I say! More befitting of sand-rats!" said the silk merchant, pulling out a simple blue dress with gold filigree embroideries. The clothing was indeed beautiful, but not completely impractical as it offered plenty of room for movement. "True beauty is enhancing the body's traits with what you wear over it. I put my very soul into this work, Bahbi himself would be impressed with it! Even your space freer friend should be able to see it's magnificence! Come here, ma'am! Let me show you the best."
Oskar would feel a hand pat him on the shoulder as he passed by a stall on the other side of the narrow market way.
"You. Alien." it was an Iroma speaking Trade. When Oskar chose to turn around and see, he'd find himself staring and barrel-bellied man sitting on a cask, behind a stall lined with bottles of rotgut, wine, and various other alcohols. "Brew. Smell. You." He picked up a bottle of wine that was marked with the year 827. "Best brew. For best." He looked at Ellis too, seeing which foreigner would take to his wares.
Though those were the only ones, it seemed that the other traders were bringing out their best goods as well. Everything they kept in the back came out front, all with a careful eye on the group.
