Evening was coming. Thank the gods - she inhaled deeply smelling the contrasting odors floating through the city and in particular, the market. The cacophony of scents was almost enough to bring on a headache but not quite. She filtered out what she knew from what she didn't know - fish, breads, spices, sweat, sand. Finely tapered ears twitched under the protection of the pale cowl as the young miqo'te Keeper passed through the bustling crowd toward a shaded area.Â
The calls of sellers and brokers became a mild background noise after a time. Seda had found herself a perch atop the edge of a sandstone building corner and leaned comfortably back, watching people come and go. The desert city was splendid with its gilded colors and rich culture but the harsh sun - it made her rather irritable. Golden eyes scanned the newest influx of people in her little corner of the market and she couldn't help but notice the massive red-headed highlander and then the game of chance he had stopped to play. Senses were turned in that direction as she observed - the banter between the smaller female miqo'te and the larger man rising to her ears. The female moved cups across the table but always kept his attention elsewhere. The huntress watched more intently now, amused. This was of course how games were won - distraction, manipulation. Her tail lashed absently a moment before it was still. He had chosen a cup and lifted it - it was the wrong cup but he didn't seem to mind. His outward disappointment was a strange contrast to the tone he used. Why did people do that? Project one thing but mean another? It was something she didn't understand really - it made communication challenging at times.Â
The archer continued to watch the exchange with mild interest for awhile longer.
The calls of sellers and brokers became a mild background noise after a time. Seda had found herself a perch atop the edge of a sandstone building corner and leaned comfortably back, watching people come and go. The desert city was splendid with its gilded colors and rich culture but the harsh sun - it made her rather irritable. Golden eyes scanned the newest influx of people in her little corner of the market and she couldn't help but notice the massive red-headed highlander and then the game of chance he had stopped to play. Senses were turned in that direction as she observed - the banter between the smaller female miqo'te and the larger man rising to her ears. The female moved cups across the table but always kept his attention elsewhere. The huntress watched more intently now, amused. This was of course how games were won - distraction, manipulation. Her tail lashed absently a moment before it was still. He had chosen a cup and lifted it - it was the wrong cup but he didn't seem to mind. His outward disappointment was a strange contrast to the tone he used. Why did people do that? Project one thing but mean another? It was something she didn't understand really - it made communication challenging at times.Â
The archer continued to watch the exchange with mild interest for awhile longer.
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  Seda Moui, the Huntress         Elisan Tar'Veil, the Pale Witch
