The endless swaying of the boat and how grateful she was to be on solid ground was the only thing on Alala’s mind as she stepped onto the port. She gazed into the massive city and spotted the reds and blues of the market tents, alright Alala you can do this, one foot in front of the other like we practiced. She must have been so focused on walking that she didn’t see the well-dressed man approach her.
A smile lit his face, “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
You can do this, answer him, the man stood there awkwardly, a smile still on his face, come on Alala, he’s waiting! “Potatoes!” Stars above Alala how stupid are you, she mentally slapped herself in the head as the man’s smile faltered.
“Well that was not expected,” he ran a hand over his scruffy beard. “We do have an excellent vegetable booth that should suit a pretty lady,” he glanced at her pointed ears, “Er, elf-maiden such as yourself.”
Warmth flooded through her as she quickly glanced around trying to come up with some excuse to leave him. “Thanks,” she yelled as she quickly dashed off towards the market place.
“What an odd elf-maiden,” she heard him mutter as she rounded the corner trying to calm her racing heart.
Two days of practicing what you where going to say when you got here and you still managed to screw it up, stars above how will I survive in this massive place.
Something hard hit her on the head. “Usually street rats will come when you offer them food,” a deep voice laughed.
She blinked letting her eyes adjust to the darkness of the alley, “Just who do you think you’re calling street rat,” she placed her hand on her hip.
A hooded figure stepped closer to her, “Who else is here honey?” He pulled down his hood causing her to gasp.
“Dax,” she whispered as she took in the older male before her. Whirls of black circled his neck and arms as he stepped closer. I wonder what else they encircle, warmth flooded through her as she realized where her thoughts were going, no this is Dax, Alala.
“The Gods must have blessed us to bring us together again.”
Indeed the stars must have blessed them.
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