HeartOfLion
02-04-09, 12:21 AM
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She'd seen the peaks and temples of Radasanth's timeless architecture from the distant ferry, but walking amidst them was something entirely different. Her small town, so small its name mattered little, was a pebble in a vast lake in comparison to Corone's proud Radasanth. Though as different as the city was, the heavy feeling of familiarity became more inescapable the deeper she wandered. The fish merchants peddling their carts at the dock, the long string of street side vendors beckoning the midday shoppers to browse their selections, the distant murmur of the roars from the liquor district, and the city guards in their polished armor strolling the streets all felt like a scene she'd been a part of before. She had not read a single book in the short two years she could recall, so there was no mistaking this feeling for vivid imagination. She had been here before, that much was certain. Was she from Radasanth? The only way to find out was to ask around, or hope someone here knew more about the story attached to her face than she did.
" Sister! Sister!" a mousey voice strained with urgency beckoned for her. Taken out of her daze of answerless nostalgia, the young woman responded only with a curious glance. " You don't look like the Sisters from around here. Your robes aren't black. So, where you from? Well wherever it is, it must be far. You must be starving. I would be!" the scrawny vendor wasted no time advertising his red apples, all wild grown in Concordia.
" One please, then" her soft hand reached into her canvas tote bag, bringing her coin purse into the daylight. Before she could even unstring it, a grubby hand snatched in from her fingers. "...!" her pulse quickened, probably out of shock. She'd just been robbed.
" Hey! Someone catch that guy!" The vendor hung his torso out from behind his stand waving frantically towards the city guards who lounged in the shade beside the pastry cart. Pulling themselves to attention and then together, the clanking guards hurried as fast as their armor would let them after the thief. From where she was, she could make out the crowd's heads parting, dodging out of the way. This type of chase must have been quite common in a big city like this. So should she wait where she is for the guards to retrieve her coin purse... No. That would be a bad choice. These city guards lumbered after the thief like bulldogs after a rat. The only thing that would catch that thief now would be a cat.
Wordlessly, she joined the chase.
The thief took a sharp right down onto the street which led into the pub area of town; the guards were lagging from being right at his heels, but the young nun was right at theirs. The peculiar scene continued into and through the liquor district and onto the street most famous for its many craftsman shops.
" Stop him!!" one of the guards shouted through gasps for air. The two clunking city guards were reaching their limit, no where near catching the thief who still nimbly fled. A blur of ocean blue whisked past the slowing guards, leaving a tote bag at their feet. Her feet ached, constrained by her leather shoes, but she pressed on, feeling the adrenaline drive her faster. It was this heavy billowing dress that held her back like a sail on a ship. Deftly, she reached down, grabbing a handful of her skirt, bunching it up in her first to pull it out of the way.
" Is she really a nun?" The guards wondered aloud to themselves, watching the woman advance on the thief with little more to do than let their jaw run lax.
If only her shoes... She could move faster, she could catch him! But as it was, they could run all day and she would still be at least ten steps behind. Someone! Stop Him! she thought.
She'd seen the peaks and temples of Radasanth's timeless architecture from the distant ferry, but walking amidst them was something entirely different. Her small town, so small its name mattered little, was a pebble in a vast lake in comparison to Corone's proud Radasanth. Though as different as the city was, the heavy feeling of familiarity became more inescapable the deeper she wandered. The fish merchants peddling their carts at the dock, the long string of street side vendors beckoning the midday shoppers to browse their selections, the distant murmur of the roars from the liquor district, and the city guards in their polished armor strolling the streets all felt like a scene she'd been a part of before. She had not read a single book in the short two years she could recall, so there was no mistaking this feeling for vivid imagination. She had been here before, that much was certain. Was she from Radasanth? The only way to find out was to ask around, or hope someone here knew more about the story attached to her face than she did.
" Sister! Sister!" a mousey voice strained with urgency beckoned for her. Taken out of her daze of answerless nostalgia, the young woman responded only with a curious glance. " You don't look like the Sisters from around here. Your robes aren't black. So, where you from? Well wherever it is, it must be far. You must be starving. I would be!" the scrawny vendor wasted no time advertising his red apples, all wild grown in Concordia.
" One please, then" her soft hand reached into her canvas tote bag, bringing her coin purse into the daylight. Before she could even unstring it, a grubby hand snatched in from her fingers. "...!" her pulse quickened, probably out of shock. She'd just been robbed.
" Hey! Someone catch that guy!" The vendor hung his torso out from behind his stand waving frantically towards the city guards who lounged in the shade beside the pastry cart. Pulling themselves to attention and then together, the clanking guards hurried as fast as their armor would let them after the thief. From where she was, she could make out the crowd's heads parting, dodging out of the way. This type of chase must have been quite common in a big city like this. So should she wait where she is for the guards to retrieve her coin purse... No. That would be a bad choice. These city guards lumbered after the thief like bulldogs after a rat. The only thing that would catch that thief now would be a cat.
Wordlessly, she joined the chase.
The thief took a sharp right down onto the street which led into the pub area of town; the guards were lagging from being right at his heels, but the young nun was right at theirs. The peculiar scene continued into and through the liquor district and onto the street most famous for its many craftsman shops.
" Stop him!!" one of the guards shouted through gasps for air. The two clunking city guards were reaching their limit, no where near catching the thief who still nimbly fled. A blur of ocean blue whisked past the slowing guards, leaving a tote bag at their feet. Her feet ached, constrained by her leather shoes, but she pressed on, feeling the adrenaline drive her faster. It was this heavy billowing dress that held her back like a sail on a ship. Deftly, she reached down, grabbing a handful of her skirt, bunching it up in her first to pull it out of the way.
" Is she really a nun?" The guards wondered aloud to themselves, watching the woman advance on the thief with little more to do than let their jaw run lax.
If only her shoes... She could move faster, she could catch him! But as it was, they could run all day and she would still be at least ten steps behind. Someone! Stop Him! she thought.