Uo "Liyal" Kaf (blue_liyal) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-11 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, genevieve albrecht, uolouno kaf |
Who: Liyal and Vivi
What: Liyal has loot! Also, survives his wilderness trek
Where: The Snuggly Duckling
When: Friday, 3-ish (early posting)
Rating: G, probably
Status: Complete
Oh Gods was he tired! To get there he had to pass through the bazaar district. Liyal's bow was carved by his titi and none of them looked interested in trading at all in the food section. All the other ones always assumed he was stupid because he had trouble speaking and, well, he had too much trouble thinking through his hunger now to figure it out. The hunting was so scarce before the city and inside the city you only got food by having money, which he didn't.
So he mindlessly trudged all the way inside, stomach grumbling, spirit waning, to the only spot he felt he could trust: The Snuggly Duckling. It already smelled good. It smelled so good. He almost fainted inside the door ... from relief! It creaked open to its cozy interior and its clean floors.
In conrast, the boy/man himself, utterly caked in road dust. His boots showed dramatic creases where the wrinkles from walking temporarily protected the little gussets from dirt. He had eventually torn the sleeves from his shirt after they had been ripped by a cockatrice that had snuck up on him and the tatters itched too much. What was left was dirty and had dried over in his own sweat multiple times, although he'd stopped to bathe - fully clothed - in whatever clean and safe water he'd managed to find on the way.
Four days of walking and three hours of air transport. Where had his that dragon gone? Liyal dropped his bow by the door and trudged up to the service counter smiling. At last! He waved, doggedly cheerful, and hauled up his barely together pack onto the counter with a combination of odd noises. He was there...to trade!