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Vhalar 1st, 717
"Speech"
"Speech"
Qit'ria was making her way toward Scalvoris Town, south from her cave, as the sun was rising. She yawned, glad that the damnable Saun heat was finally breaking. This was the latest she'd slept in for a long while, not tossing and turning in the stifling air. She had the latest supply of pelts, nothing much, a few from rabbits, one from a Hafrein deer, and a surprisingly red squirrel pelt. Being a huntress might put food in her belly, but selling animal parts is what bought her supplies. She was not good enough yet to be completely self sustaining, though the moment she could be would be the moment she would be.
As Scalvoris Town came into view, Qit'ria groaned inwardly. There were many carts, wagons, and steeds parked all around the outside of the city. Tents were going up now, as it seemed something with the town was inviting many guests to come there. That meant the town would be bursting at the seams with people. More people to stop her and talk to her for absolutely no good reason at all. The thought of all these people made her stomach toss and turn. People were so... complicated, especially en masse. So the huntress decided she would try to avoid them as much as possible.
So she found a vantage point by a tree, not hiding so much as just leaning against it to hope to go unnoticed, as she watched the hustle and bustle of people arriving and setting up. For a break she leaned there, watching. Merchants approached the gate in the palisade, stopped by the guards if they weren't known, or waved through if they were. She watched as a boy that was walking alongside a merchant's wagon was essentially ignored by the guards, presuming him to be the son of the merchant that drove the wagon perhaps.
Eyes leading away from the gate, following the dusty path carved by travelers, she saw a wagon approaching, pulled by a couple of donkeys. It was tall, ornate, and the driver was an older man, grey in hair, with a young woman sat next to him. Wife perhaps. Granddaughter more likely. She could see the pair talking, and the man having to constantly lean toward the woman. Perhaps he was hard of hearing. Qit'ria decided this would be her mark. So she waited for the wagon to get past her tree, then began calmly, but briskly walking on an intercept path. Faster her feet carried her until she was walking beside the wagon, but more toward the back. She couldn't see the driver nor the woman and assumed they couldn't see her.
She matched the wagon's pace, and pretended to be nonchalant about the whole ordeal. The guards knew her well enough to likely just wave her through, as there were not many Sev'ryn women in this town, and the few that were there certainly didn't appear to be as wild as her. So despite wishing to be left alone, Qit'ria stood out. Pelts over her shoulder, they arrived at the gate and stopped.
The guard looked at the driver, "Ah, good to see you again Grenald. Is this little Katara? Been ages since we've seen the pair of you."
The man, shouting a bit, likely due to his deafness, "Yessirree. Katara is taking over my business these days. Can already keep books better than me. Why she found that I'd been paying some man wages for three years despite him having died two years back. Keeps me right and true, she does. My little angel."
The guard smiled politely, trying to not show the sadness he'd felt at the man's waning mental state. He'd been a sharp merchant in his day, but it seemed the ravages of time had left no one unscathed. So he waved the wagon through, and gave Qit'ria a curt nod. As she passed through the walls into the town, she was cursing herself even more now. This was a terrible plan. Where there had been several people outside the city, inside there were an absolute ton.
Qit slipped around to the back of the wagon, and sat down on the frame that jutted out. And she let the wagon pull her through the town, disgusted at the amount of people they were passing. Merchants were haggling and harassing, children running wild, men and women happily carrying ribbons and lace about. It was all so... gross and civilized. The wagon eventually pulled them to a small park, with a few planted about it. She hopped off and slinked away from the wagon, when she noticed something odd.
The trees were all tied up. Wrapped around them were lace and ribbon. Qit'ria looked at it in horror. Who would do that to a tree? It was disrespectful of them and of the life giving forests of the world. Qit'ria stormed over toward the tree, grabbed a hold of the first ribbon she could find and began yanking on it, trying to break it loose. When it didn't give, she began rummaging through her pack, until she found one of her throwing knives. She'd bought them on a whim but hadn't actually practiced with them. Standing up, she started to reach the blade towards the ribbon, to cut it free, and soon, all the rest of the disrespectful ties.
As Scalvoris Town came into view, Qit'ria groaned inwardly. There were many carts, wagons, and steeds parked all around the outside of the city. Tents were going up now, as it seemed something with the town was inviting many guests to come there. That meant the town would be bursting at the seams with people. More people to stop her and talk to her for absolutely no good reason at all. The thought of all these people made her stomach toss and turn. People were so... complicated, especially en masse. So the huntress decided she would try to avoid them as much as possible.
So she found a vantage point by a tree, not hiding so much as just leaning against it to hope to go unnoticed, as she watched the hustle and bustle of people arriving and setting up. For a break she leaned there, watching. Merchants approached the gate in the palisade, stopped by the guards if they weren't known, or waved through if they were. She watched as a boy that was walking alongside a merchant's wagon was essentially ignored by the guards, presuming him to be the son of the merchant that drove the wagon perhaps.
Eyes leading away from the gate, following the dusty path carved by travelers, she saw a wagon approaching, pulled by a couple of donkeys. It was tall, ornate, and the driver was an older man, grey in hair, with a young woman sat next to him. Wife perhaps. Granddaughter more likely. She could see the pair talking, and the man having to constantly lean toward the woman. Perhaps he was hard of hearing. Qit'ria decided this would be her mark. So she waited for the wagon to get past her tree, then began calmly, but briskly walking on an intercept path. Faster her feet carried her until she was walking beside the wagon, but more toward the back. She couldn't see the driver nor the woman and assumed they couldn't see her.
She matched the wagon's pace, and pretended to be nonchalant about the whole ordeal. The guards knew her well enough to likely just wave her through, as there were not many Sev'ryn women in this town, and the few that were there certainly didn't appear to be as wild as her. So despite wishing to be left alone, Qit'ria stood out. Pelts over her shoulder, they arrived at the gate and stopped.
The guard looked at the driver, "Ah, good to see you again Grenald. Is this little Katara? Been ages since we've seen the pair of you."
The man, shouting a bit, likely due to his deafness, "Yessirree. Katara is taking over my business these days. Can already keep books better than me. Why she found that I'd been paying some man wages for three years despite him having died two years back. Keeps me right and true, she does. My little angel."
The guard smiled politely, trying to not show the sadness he'd felt at the man's waning mental state. He'd been a sharp merchant in his day, but it seemed the ravages of time had left no one unscathed. So he waved the wagon through, and gave Qit'ria a curt nod. As she passed through the walls into the town, she was cursing herself even more now. This was a terrible plan. Where there had been several people outside the city, inside there were an absolute ton.
Qit slipped around to the back of the wagon, and sat down on the frame that jutted out. And she let the wagon pull her through the town, disgusted at the amount of people they were passing. Merchants were haggling and harassing, children running wild, men and women happily carrying ribbons and lace about. It was all so... gross and civilized. The wagon eventually pulled them to a small park, with a few planted about it. She hopped off and slinked away from the wagon, when she noticed something odd.
The trees were all tied up. Wrapped around them were lace and ribbon. Qit'ria looked at it in horror. Who would do that to a tree? It was disrespectful of them and of the life giving forests of the world. Qit'ria stormed over toward the tree, grabbed a hold of the first ribbon she could find and began yanking on it, trying to break it loose. When it didn't give, she began rummaging through her pack, until she found one of her throwing knives. She'd bought them on a whim but hadn't actually practiced with them. Standing up, she started to reach the blade towards the ribbon, to cut it free, and soon, all the rest of the disrespectful ties.
Created by Yolande
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