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Friendly faces; For Dove~<3
Topic Started: Jan 23 2011, 03:18 AM (202 Views)
Balu
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Perpetually sketching
After a week of trying unsuccessfully to live in the frantic hustle and bustle of the city Halifax had abandoned the venture altogether and left the impregnable fortress in favor of the tent metropolis outside. It had been the most bewildering experience of his life to try and fit in with the street-smart vendors, suited aristocrats and endless swathes of people. Never had he seen so many people all in one place, though he had thought it plausible that there must be others living outside the desert, even great numbers of them. But this.. At any given moment there were as many people as ants tunelling beneath the sand, and they all rushed about like they had some terribly important task to achieve, though he'd be damned if he could figure out what it was. He didn't have the slightest clue what anyone was doing in this city and that in itself seemed to generate some mild ire towards him. Without meaning to he found himself in the way more often than not, his attempts to help swatted away with sharp barks and his dreadlocks constantly caught and tangling on odd contraptions. Not only that but the whole time he'd been there he hadn't heard a single word of his language and had only been able to purchase food and other neccesities through copious hand gestures and a few key words of a plebeian desert-language. In the end the advantages of a pre-paid shelter hadn't been worth the trouble, so here he was amidst the dirty sprawl and squalor of the tent city, surrounded by hordes of displaced citizens of every creed and race imaginable.

The noise was still deafening during the daytime, but more akin to what he was used to hearing on the days they would trade in Nyushi, and it was a huge relief to see some of the dark features of his neighbouring tribesmen. None of his own tribe had made it this far across the endless plains but at least he could hold short conversations with other Assarians and find out if he was on the right track to the Academy. He had been told from various sources that it was not a town he sought, but rather a palace (he was struck speechless at the thought), and at the very least it was four days worth of travel in a caravan. That in itself wasn't too bad, the prospect of walking for days on end was not a new one, but all more worrying was the news which had spread like wildfire through the tent city. Even spoken in languages he couldn't understand he could hear the now-familiar tones of excitement and hope. The dragons at The Academy had laid eggs. This was what the rider who had taken him had spoken of. He'd been told the dragons would need men and women like himself for companions in order to be.. Complete. He hadn't quite understood the importance of the partnership, but he realised full well that this was the culmination of his journey. Not to mention he had a horrible feeling he should be there already. Infact there had been a day of complete and abject misery when he had first been told, as he laboured under the impression that he had missed the event entirely. Thankfully a kind and matronly woman who had been force-feeding him a mouthwatering chilli every morning informed him that the eggs needed time to get hot before the baby dragons would hatch out of them. Relieved but imbued with a new sense of alacrity he had decided to invest in a beast to cut the time of travel.

And so this wet and rainy afternoon he could be found wandering around a makeshift stock market, marvelling at the powerful and impestuous horses that were so common in this land. Their vigour was firey and impressive, even in the more docile specimens he could see wild freedom in beautiful black eyes. Their value was reflected in their price, any tentaive offers he made were turned down quickly with brusque waves of the seller's hands. It wasn't too much of a loss anyway, after hours of half-hearted searching he had come across a diamond in the rough. Casually shoved in amidst the cattle and snoring camels was a pen of beasts that made his heart leap. Nulaou. Long, squat creatures with knobbled hides of black and brown, they stared at him blindly when he approached both man and beast visibly brightened. He rushed over to the stall and leaned in to greet one of the beasts which had come up first, stroking the whiskery snout and wide nostrils tenderly. The animals had been a beloved member of his tribe, helping with manual labour and using their extraordinary sense of smell to hunt prey for the whole tribe. Their toothy jaws and fat tails covered in spines made for a frightening appearance, but he knew they were just simple beasts that craved attention. So transfixed with nostalgia was he by the throaty warbles and affectionate snouts pushed his way for the time being he forgot clean about the ugency of the task at hand.
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