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Post by Wargrace on Sept 12, 2012 16:18:07 GMT -5
The sun was bright and warm, broken only by fluffy white clouds as they drifted overhead. It was a warm morning, not uncomfortably hot, nor cool. The day was young, the sun still climbing up into the sky. The light breeze carried the scent of fresh summer grass, just strong enough to rustle clothing and ruffle fur. A gorgeous day, really - no signs of the characteristic summer stormclouds to be found - or atleast, to be found at this time. As the noon drew closer, perhaps, but at this time, it seemed the day would be a dry one, short of the occassional sunshower. It was the perfect day for a trip to the market place. A day where it looked like the weather would stay nice and one wouldn't get caught walking to or from in a downpour with the rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning to keep them company. No, it was a perfect day for shopping, or simply a trip out, even if shopping wasn't the main goal. Especially for one who lived in the West Quarter. It wasn't a particularly short trip, afterall.
Thus, the golden flame-marbled tabby was out and about today, having left her home in the West Quarter quite early to make the trip to the East Quarter. For what purpose..? Shopping, as needed, and mostly just for a day out and about. A day to go off, look around, see some new faces. Perhaps for a reclusive cat, that might've been a nightmare, but she wasn't especially reclusive - nor was she the social butterfly sort. She was just as fond of socializing in the market place crowds as she was relaxing at home with a companion or alone. But, today had been deemed a 'social' day. Which called for a trip to the market place. Not that it wasn't enjoyable to look around and buy this or that, too.
With switch pawsteps, the biped feline was off, moving along the path that led into the market place without faulter, bright blue cloak fluttering with both the movement and the soft breeze, fluffy Javanese-style tail flicking idly. Ah, there it was! The market place, already in sight! Had the trip been long..? To Krysanthe, no - to some, it might've been, but the young she-cat had grown rather accustomed to it, having lived in the same home her entire life. Arrival at the market place was still a sort of relief, though - a trip made with no conflicts or disruptions. Any trip could be turned disasterous, be it by a less-than-pleasant encounter, or a change in the weather. Thus, it was nice to arrive to a destination in the same mindset as when leaving for it. Not that she was a pessimist. Far from it, really; the she-cat was confident in everything she did - the confidence didn't leave much room for pessimistic thoughts or behaviors. Moving a paw, she brushed back the feathers by her ear as the breeze stirred them into her face. She was a small, feminine cat; but her confidence and determination were anything but little. Those were the traits that seemed to shape her entire personality, really.
Onward she'd go, into the market place, bright blue stare skimming for any familiar faces first and foremost, before shifting towards simple observation. Ah, what a lovely day.. |
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Post by adelza on Sept 12, 2012 16:51:28 GMT -5
Astrid smiled as she took in the pleasant weather, summer was one of her favorite times of year, just bellow when the leaves began to turn. Only a few clouds, rather dormant and fluffy in appearance broke up the massive swash of blue above her head. Rain did not seem likely in the least. It had been some work, running from the western quarter, to it's polar opposite, the eastern one. She had not gotten much sleep at all, as Bards Block as Astrid called it, had hung over her brain like a dull and boring cloud of blankness. In fact, she'd only been able to finish the story after contorting herself into a great big upside down ball, after that her leg got a Charley horse, she had a glass of her private bottle of rum, and she'd finally dragged herself into her bed. When she'd got up, she'd barely had time to groom herself, as the sun had risen sometime before that. Much running and roof-climbing later she'd managed to get to her post or what most people would consider a sidewalk corner. Then a early rising child had happened along, and had asked for a tale, and she obliged readily. But then she'd needed to eat as the story she had told involved a lot of illusion magic making, and made her feel that she hadn't slept at all. Once she got some food however, things had calmed down and what had began as a practically insane morning had a metamorphosis which made it a rather slow afternoon. The storyteller had earned enough money to meet more than her quota
for the day's work and Astrid decided to join all the shoppers around her, and go check out the wares. But- might as well wait. Five minutes of people watching never killed anyone, and probably never would.
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Post by Iva on Sept 12, 2012 17:04:49 GMT -5
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The sky was no less bright to Crow, he simply noticed it less; pawing through a pad upon which he had various things scribbled; items that needed buying, from a milk refill to a new hinge door that had gotten a bit too seized with age. Since it was such a lovely day, he ought to be enjoying it, not muddling through notes..Alas, he was disquiet when things needed to be done, and no matter the wonder of nature he simply could not enjoy it when his mind was filled with other things. Pat-pat, pat-pat; he walked along the street, through the grass, over the concrete, meeting every different surface with a soft pad and a semiconscious notice of the changing sensations that on a normal day he would’ve savoured as if it were as important to experience as the scenic views in which he passed. Not right now, though. Maybe later he’d let himself enjoy more, when what was bought was bought, and what was done was done. Because, really, the chances of him actually getting something, only to now move on to thinking intensely of what was need to be done with it was..a high possibility. Did he ever relax? Rarely. Fortunately, he was far from the type that would grow irritated or exhausted at having a mind that rarely ever rested.
He was not a robot, however. Eventually, even as he tried to remember the exact size of the cabinet hinge that needed replacing, his eyes drifted away from the paper. Up and away, to the sky, to the green grass, then to something prettier than any of that; Krysanthe, who he was walking behind gracefully. She was such a wonderfully bright cat; both in colour, and in personality. And he? In colour he was definitely dark, in personality..It was for others to make the decisions. For now, he was simply a shadow; following behind his love, graceful, dark, and silent. Well, almost silent. While he may as well not have been there at all a moment ago, a loud sound now burst from him, and he felt his face warm intensely as it did..A thunderous roar, of the type you would never expect someone as noiseless as Crow to make. A purr. Quickly, he glanced away, almost shyly; and did his best to cut off the sound, which he managed after another couple of choking purrs. Ehhehh. He was in public, they were on shopping business.. It was his duty to act as an appropriate worker, and keep his mind focused on the tasks ahead until there were no more tasks to do. Wasn’t it..? Glacing back to the golden one, he was almost unsure; fur bluffing a bit with the battle that was now going on in his mind. It was alright for him to show affection now, wasn’t it? Even while busy..wasn’t it? He was clearly befuddled, and it showed on him badly; as good as he was at hiding his inner workings, something as extensively rare as befuddlement was too uncommon for him to make defenses against.
Ehh. Even after so long, he was still unsure! Such a soft spot he had.. Ahwell. Back to walking, now.. And observing, as he had remembered what size hinge was required, where it could be found, and..everything else. Nothing more of that nature to think of..Now, back to other Crow things, like..watching everyone hawkishly, while still appearing as happily normal and oblivious as any other cat walking down the street. As the ‘shyness’ faded, his normal smile returned, and he looked nothing but content as he usually did. Hm. The day was bright, after all. It was pretty, too. It drew everyone outdoors, and that meant..More for him to view. Fortunately for the population, no one really caught his attention..Until he saw someone scanning the crowd as well. He was looking, they were looking..No doubt he had caught their gaze, and if they he had, he would simply continue smiling; hiding the spark of interest that alit his red gaze, and set his mind on their path. What was she looking for? Someone? Something? Nothing, just looking..? It wasn’t his job to know or care, but he had never seen them before, and did not know where they stood in the world. Friend? Enemy? Neither? Pressing questions. For now, he would ignore them and look away casually. Information would come as needed.
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Post by Wargrace on Sept 15, 2012 17:43:14 GMT -5
A rather peaceful trip, wasn't it..? Passing very few others, moving along in a calm silence - not an uncomfortable one, really. Silence.. except for the pawsteps. Four pawbeats in a steady pattern, despite the fact she was using only two paws to move. Four..? She wasn't alone, of course. Crow was with her. What exactly was he doing..? Being Crow. Looking through some pad listing whatever was needed for the house, thinking, being.. well.. busy, despite the fact the day currently called for no real work. Relaxation - it really wasn't something the darker colored tom seemed to do much of. But, if he was content, she wouldn't complain, as long as he didn't work himself into a grave. Or.. do anything especially dangerous. That would be senseless. So, onward she went, quietly listening to the pawsteps behind her, focus kept forward for now. Her mind was not drifting, even as she skimmed the bright sky. She was alert; every bit as sharp as the dagger on her hip. Was there a risk of danger, really..? It was hard to say for sure, and most likely the answer was.. no; but the Legionary Assassin wasn't the sort to let her guard fall simply because it seemed perfectly safe.
Now, however, her focus did shift a bit, feeling the stare before the purr actually began. Then it did, and she returned it with a purr of her own as his cut off, bright blue stare shifting to glance back to him. He'd glanced away, now, it seemed. For now, it looked like he wasn't so determinedly focused on the notepad, so, she slowed a bit, to fall into stride with him instead. Comment? None for now, just a reassuring tail-flick.
It seemed she was not the only one who had deemed it a good day for a trip. All around, others moved about, browsing the stands of Merchants, chatting on the streets, coming and going. Where to head? "What do we need, Crow~?" Another glance around, and she focused on another. Unlike the majority of cats, who were busy bustling about, shopping and chattering, this cat was standing, observing. Hm.. looking for someone, perhaps? She took a moment to ponder this, and kept moving at an easy pace. Not as swift or purposeful, but leisurely, taking the time to skim the area again. The unfamiliar cat was still looking around. It seemed their paths were going to cross, so, the golden she-cat let a smile appear, bright blue stare flicking to the cat again as she continued onward. |
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