Kamakhya Bhairavi (_kala_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-04-03 00:00:00 |
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Who: Kali, Uma Gravdahl (NPC) and Open
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: Slope Indoor Farmers' Market, Brooklyn
Warnings: None, TBA
"Kala," Uma said with a slight exhale as they mounted the top of the stairs from the Union Street Subway station and began walking down Union toward 3rd. "Why do we come all the way here?"
Kali glanced at Uma, shrugged, and continued on her stroll. One basket-weave bag was slung over her shoulder, and her gait as she walked had a near-dance like rhythm to it, a sway that was not quite swagger but simply how she moved. "Fresh produce makes the best food and the best drinks, Uma. And I know some of the people who sell their produce here." She paused, giving a flash of white teeth in a sharp smile. "And I like spending my Saturday mornings with you."
Uma nearly paused in her walk, let out a sarcastic little laugh, letting Kala trail ahead of her a moment. "Right, since it's not like I need sleep or anything after an understaffed night."
"Oh, whatever. You would've been up at 7:30 for that vinyasa flow class you dig, anyway. Speaking of which," they rounded the corner of 3rd and walked the blocks to the indoor market. "Anything from our missing server?"
"No, not yet." Uma tilted her head as, three blocks later, they found themselves at their destination. Uma paused in front of a wine vendor. "I'm sure everything's fine, I mean... maybe she wasn't feeling well, pregnancy and such you know?"
Kala was inspecting a clump of beets and carrots before slipping them into her bag. She smiled and laughed with a few of the vendors she knew, mostly men and women from Queens from the Hindu-American community there who knew DJ Kala and Shanti for their holiday events. They always felt uplifted and liberated in her presence, as if for a moment their material concerns and stresses no longer mattered. She looked over her shoulder at Uma. "No excuse not to let us know in advance."
"Don't be too hard on her, okay Kala?" Uma gave a little encouraging smile as she watched Kala pick up an apple, toss it up in the air, look at it, rub it against the side of her sweater tunicto polish it and inspect it once more. Uma marveled at Kala's thin-as-feathers wardrobe even in cold weather.
"Too hard on her? What?" Kala looked up, tossed the apple into her bag after she'd found it suitable. "She missed work. Unless she went into premature labor or got hit by a semi, excuses are a waste of breath."
Uma inwardly grimaced imagining her new friend and co-worker as road kill. "Thanks for the imagery, Kala. Really. That's horrible."
"Worse things have been known to happen." She grinned that flashing white smile and drifted away from Uma, calling something about 'meet you later at the cheese stand' or something to that end. Uma sighed and went about gathering produce for her own kitchen.
Kali wound through the stands, mostly to chat with old acquaintances and pick up random bits of food, beverage and artisan goods for Shanti and for herself. She stopped at a flower vendor to talk to the woman there, but not before she felt something brush against her awareness - be it mortal or immortal, there was a different draw, and she turned slightly away from the flower-stand to see where it was coming from, spinning a tulip stem between her fingertips with a light and curious little smirk touching her features.