Uo "Liyal" Kaf (blue_liyal) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-15 01:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, arielle chiaro, uolouno kaf |
Who: Ari and Liyal
What: Liyal has something Ari wants to discuss.
Where: Emillion bazaar
When: Monday, late morning
Rating: PG for tension
Status: Finished
In the city, average citizens considered Liyal some sort of survival expert because you could leave him in a relatively safe environment with game and trees and things and he would, well, not die. This was technically true. Liyal could get himself fed, find fresh water, and knew a number of small ways to keep food fresher longer, cook it better, create a shelter, and identify edible life.
But one thing these people didn't know: Surviving in the wild was hard. work.
They had their little villages along the Nebra, but everyone spent plenty of time traveling outside the main group for supplies. Everyone had their main jobs, specialties, and skills. Liyal's, however, was a special case. He spent time defending their village and helping to protect search parties, yeah, but he couldn't shoot a bow like his Auntie Leilani or his Papa. Unlike his brother Wual, he couldn't make a reasonable net out of the fibers of a vine, or catch fish with his hands. Nope, Liyal was only serviceable at a whole bunch of them. The only thing he could catch better than most on his own were frogs, and Emillion's public parks were woefully short of them.
He was stretching his gil, but now avoiding his training and the need to catch something more solid for lunch than the orange he'd splurged on. For materials and for his own comfort he'd cut down his tattered shirt to a tank and cut his pants into shorts. His boots were now so muddy that they could barely be identified as their usual brown.
His body, however, was clean and his garments as clean as he could get them in the still water of the small pond (if it could even be called that). All his meagre possessions slung around his shoulders or lain across the bench (his bow), Liyal had one foot up on a public bench and was leaned over the side, soaking up the sun. Something interesting was always happening in the bazaar. He had had some notion of maybe earning some gil there, somehow, but those hopes were dashed once he saw that the jugglers there could really juggle. Liyal got caught up once he went past four acorns.
Also, the parks didn't have as many pretty girls just wandering around. As discreetly as he could manage, he followed one particular morsel as she started, stopped, stared at something over his head, then walked closer. His lucky day! Maybe she'd seen something on the ground she needed to pick up.
Now she was coming closer! Liyal looked to either side of him. Was there somebody right behind him? Who'd managed to sneak up? The place was crowded, yeah, but there was a bubble around him. He could scarcely believe his luck until she was just about right on top of him. What if she needs directions? What if I'm sitting in her spot? Maybe she needs somebody to carry something? What if - ? Suffice it to say, Liyal said nothing out loud, but he looked just slightly flabbergasted. Most beautiful woman. Who'd gotten this close to him. Voluntarily. In his life.