!!Bj+uCsh7Spg 04/17/12(Tue)17:33 No.18756622|
You put on the new clothes given to you by Natalie, getting up rather hastily in the attempt to flash the goods. But she pays no heed. You remember the old saying your father gave, 'Women are as cold as the north'. You've never been north but it sounds pretty frigid. All in all, you're not impressed. The pants don't have the looseness about the crotch that you found so comforting, and the jacket is downright restrictive. Attaching your pouch to the beltloop of your pants and tying the dao over your back, you give one last look to your comfy yet attractive nomad garb before sticking out.
And stick out, you do. Of all the people on the cobbled, seaside streets of Losaid, you are the only one with a sword on your back. The tan skinned ladies and gentlemen glance over you before going back to their business. It's a lot sunnier here than you're used to in the steppes, for one, so you're already sweating.
As Natalie and Gram argue over who has the keys to the house, you think of how much it would cost to get a horse. Of course, you have no money whatsoever, so that's something of a moot point. Finally, Gram opens the door to their home, having the keys all along.
"Alright, Natalie, take the horses up to grandpa's place, alright? Nomad, you feel hungry?" He gestures to the open door of his snug, but comfortable looking home. Made of a pure cut, white stone rather than laid bricks, and with a house of straw, it's certainly different from what you've seen before. The rest of the houses on the sloping street seem to be the same, all the way down to the beach. As Natalie drives further up the hill on the wagon, you can almost hear the seagulls welcoming you. Almost makes you forget that your entire family was killed not three days ago.