by rayquaza7996 » 09/22/2011 10:44 PM
Cinura looked like she was going to respond, but Cy glanced at her and she fell silent. The girl looked like it was a sensitive issue, although her four-legged friend wasn't the most sensitive to such things. Cinura had been employed as a soldier, after all, not a student.
From the street, it was just a short walk to the market. Large and open, it was a huge tourist attraction, where local people would hawk their wears, usually to people visiting the rainforest. Most of the stuff was gaudy and souvineerish, but there was still a definite charm to it. And even with all the souvineer shops, there were a few very practical stores - including a great place to buy bugspray, a nice scarf and hat shop, and a cute little stand that sold chicken, turkey, and fresh pototaoes.
"We buy hats and scarves here, and stuff to include when we're mailing Dr. Ray." Cinura smiled. "Ooooh, look!" She hobble-ran over to a small stand where a man was selling jewlery made out of pieces of twisted scrap metal, and even little pieces of the metal itself.
Cy rolled her eyes. "You want more stuff for your horde, now? Honestly, Nura, it's just trash." The salesman looked offended at that statement, but she hardly cared.
The market was a very important place to Cinura. When they had first gone to Nabias, she had hardly been able to go there, the sounds and colors and occasional crashing sounds messing with her. Now, seven months later, she hardly ever had such troubles. To her, it was a symbol of growth, and Cy understood that - in fact, it was a big part of the reason she was willing to shell ou five bucks for a little piece of scrap metal on a chain.
"Do you like chicken?" Cy asked Blodduweld.
You've been known to obsess over the future,Do you think you'll get away from the past?As you starve yourself just to make it through to midnight,Consider what you might have found.You think you've got a good thing now?Ludo - Topeka.:Pen:. .:Clickables:. .:Wishlist:. .:Journal:. .:Characters:.