by Rilla Treespirit » Fri Mar 02, 2012 2:54 pm
Shosho watched the tricks and listened to the talk with a look of innocent fascination which hid her true feelings of bored indifference. She was quite used to sales-pitches and sleight of hand was nothing new to her. The looks and colours of the mushrooms were rather more interesting. One or two of them she'd seen before. The one used for flavouring was a common sight around the kitchens.
The Illhar'dro Val was getting quite caught up in his own theatrics, She could feel it, was starting to enjoy herself. No he was enjoying himself. To stop herself getting caught up and confused she took a few steps further backwards and tried to focus on someone, anyone else. A lot of eager happy feelings, with undertones of worry flooded over her; excited wonder at the smells and sounds and sights, they belonged to the festival goers, adults and children. There were the feelings of more people conducting sales, and the nervousness of some hoping that their scam wouldn't get noticed. Then suddenly nearby there were strong sly, sneaky feelings, a tense bundle of nerves, fear and a sense of gnawing hunger. Whoever those belonged to hadn't eaten for a while. She moved closer to them, her curiosity dragging her on to a nearby stall. The store had been left unattended, which was worrying, no one in their right mind would do that! Had she looked into the alley behind she would have seen two merchants sitting there with happy dazed smiles on their faces with equally dazed, happy thoughts in their heads.
There was a ragged, feeble looking slave crouching and dipping a hand into a crate. A half-open crate full of mushrooms. Said slave was busy stuffing her own face with them. The mushrooms looked creepy, orange and green and just creepy. Weren't they just like the Val's? "Hey! Hey! Don't eat those!" She shouted running up. She stopped just out of reach as feelings of surprise and anger flowed over her. She hopped nervously from one foot to another, not sure what to do. The feelings from the slave changed suddenly. Spiking and twisting in ways she couldn't understand. Then they blanked as the slave passed out. She whimpered, slammed the lid back on the creepy mushrooms before running quickly back to the Ilhar'dro and telling him what she'd seen in quick breathless words, no doubt interrupting his sale.
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Rilla Treespirit on Sun Mar 04, 2012 3:42 pm, edited 1 time in total.