Stretching One's Legs;; Open

Lester Drynedi ❀ Crystal Swan

At first the chaotic madness of the town long forgotten to him had been overwhelming, yet the watermelon eyed youth had soon settled into the energetic world around him, finding the bustling streets almost alluring with their rivers and channels of wonder and creativity, this was a place he could stay in without getting bored. Slightly blinking against the harsh sun his mind whirled with what was needed to be done, it had been a while since his last visit to the town yet what brought him here was the meeting which happened only once an annum, the conference of florists, something which he had hardly the right to be part of as the upper levels of the society generally looked down upon floral magic considering it to be impure they had allowed the youthful mage to participate this year on account of his past attendance as a florist and his Grandmother whom would have surely with help her annual cookie delivery to the conference. His hair playfully prancing in the wind its soft blossom white tendrils settled down with a quick pat. The market was bursting with activity, his approach to the area had only been on the terms of gaining a basket of food to last a few days, yet it appeared that most of those around him had acclimatised to the highways of walkers streaming between popular stalls. The small basket weighted by that of a certain fluffy creature the mages mind wavered, surely there would be somewhere quieter to gather food, whilst he would have adored to watch the crowds swell and grow the acquirement of ingredients was primary, before the good stuff was gone he required something fresh.

A slight smell wafted into him, sneezing slightly as the fishy scents overpowered him Lester’s new heightened senses caught him unawares, it was rather odd indeed. Chocolate brown jersey pushed away the cold as he wandered a little closer, yes that was fish, the scaled squishy softness that he could identify as fish, it would be quite nice actually, fresh fish, right from the harbour as if he had dived in and caught it at just that moment. Basket on arm he drew his jacket closer still, was there someone who didn’t have a horrid look of stress or worry on their face, someone mild, relaxed looking. Yet also someone who wouldn’t cause him to immediately teleport away at the sight of them. Those whom looked approachable seemed to be few and far between, yet one with a rather bright shade of hair stood out from the crowd, a length list grasped in petite hands indicated her intentions of shopping. Perhaps someone with such a long list would know more about the market. ”Excuse me miss, do you know much about the stalls” Honestly that was such an odd request, a slight smile crossed his face as he blinked, revealing the guildmark on his left eyelid. ”I’m not too familiar with the place and was wondering if you knew any good places to shop.” Hopefully the slightly familiar woman would be able to assist the floral scented male, his arm had slightly begun to ache from the weight of carrying a pet hiding under the lid of a basket.

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