Blurry [Private Ayeseru/Gemma]

The sun was out and the streets of the port city were their usual crammed with people and noisy street vendors. An annoying background noise Gemma was willing to tolerate though- finally a bit of time off in a place that was the opposite of the dreary Phoenix Mountains. Sea air did have it's own qualities, and once she finally manages to make it through the throngs of people in the busy shop filled street she'll be in her inn and enjoy the calm and silence. Two thing that seem to be lacking more and more in her life recently.

Gemma kept and eye out for her surroundings, seeing some kind of glow in the distance. Huh, a magic street vendor? she thought to herself as she tried to raise her head above the crowd, slightly curious even if she wasn't big on magical items. It's always interesting to keep up to date with the market. Standing on her tip toes once more, she got a good view of the street vendor and started heading quickly in that direction, her gaze still anchored to the glow.

Suddenly she felt a sudden impact on most of her right side as someone ran right into her, pushing her to the floor among the large crowd and sending her glasses flying. She groaned as she pushed herself up to a sitting position on the floor, blinking slowly as she adapted to her blurry view, barely able to see clearly past her hands. "Couldn't you be more careful?" she grumbled, slightly sure that whoever ran into her was further away, not that she would be able to tell anyway.

Her face scrunched up slightly as she sat up, wiping of the small pebbles that had became indented in her palms when she had cushioned her fall with her hands by reflex. That'll sting slightly tomorrow, she thought to herself, before continuing to look around, somewhat uselessly considering the state of her eyesight for her glasses.

Gemma jumped sadly as something suddenly came in focus right in front of her face, gasping slightly in surprise. She hated how she could not see things coming her way. Talk about a weakness- a dumb one at that. The assaulting object was none other than a hand, a hand that ended up putting her glasses back on top her nose. She blinked again, readapting her vision, this time able to see the hand back away, and slowly she lifted her gaze to see the body it was attached to.

Annoyed slightly at the gesture of putting her glasses on, feeling treated slightly like a child it was with a sour expression that she took in the man's appearance. Her eyes drifted from dark hair to blue eyes before settling for a few seconds on a particular facial wound. Staring at it, she realized it was slightly inappropriate and decided to break the awkward eye contact by pushing her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose, the man having put them on her face crookedly.

"It's okay," she muttered, as always. "Thank you for picking those up I don't think i would have found the-" she cut in her sentence as she pushed her glasses back up another time, realized that they still sat on her face crooked. Taking them off, puzzled she held them close to her face to see what was wrong with them. "Aw, come on! I just had those fixed for crying out loud." she exclaimed in annoyance as she saw that one of the hinges was bent. "I just had those fixed" she moaned, before putting them back on her face, as unflattering as it was, and suddenly realizing the man was still there felt embarrassed by her outburst.

Gemma let herself be pulled up to her feet, thankful for the act that allowed her to no longer look like an idiot sitting on the floor with crooked glasses, but only bowed her head down slightly. Displays of gratitude were still things she needed to work on.  Dusting off her skirt, huffing a bit as she got rid of the last dirt marks on it, she looked back up to her helper- the one that caused her all that trouble in the first place too.

She eyed the man awkwardly surprised by the somewhat out of place cheerfulness in his voice, something that she was not expecting. Maybe a grumble and the view of his back trudging away from her through the crowd. Or a few jewels shoved in her hands as a sorry. It was probably what she would have done; she probably would have considered it better too than what was currently happening.

“No- no need for new ones” I like those ones, she thought to herself. “This is something that can get fixed easily. It wont cost that much anywa-“ she was deadpanning when she was cut short when a rough hand- rougher than it should be- grabbed hers and dragged her through the Hargeon crowd

When they finally came to a stop, she snatched her hand back violently, more by surprise by the act than the offending touch of it. But her eyes instinctively dropped as she took in the source of the unfamiliar feel, surprised to see it was wooden. But when her eyes went back up to his, her annoyance set back in and her voice rose finally past a near whisper for the first time since their meeting. “Hey! Who ever taught you it was okay to drag random strangers?” she exclaimed, her face scrunched up before she glanced to her surroundings, suddenly feeling unsafe, her stance changing to a more stable one in case things turned for the worse. Nothing good ever happened in alleyways it didn’t take a genius to know that.

She continued to eye the man cautiously as she answered him. “I usually get them fixed in the capital but that’s because it’s usually the lenses that break in battle. They just need to be re-screwed probably” she said, pushing her crooked glasses back up on her face as they slid down during the trip to the alley.