#domandaughter

There is something appealing about outdoor markets. Miriam is having a grand time, really, and has been over the moon for about an hour now. Going from stall to stall, she’s already gotten a small bundle of goodies- a rainbow of produce, and an appealing looking loaf of bread. She’s still restless though, with too much money and too much time. So, she seeks out company instead.

This person is a stranger, not that she cares. She approaches anyways, and waves a little before going in for a chat.

every cell within Maraqai’s body seems to buzz with nervousness. brows furrowed, light eyes dart to and fro, taking in the sights, the sounds, the smells of a new, foreign land. had he made the conscious decision to travel here? he cannot quite remember. all he knows is that he’d had an audience with someone and heard words (some of which he did not even know the meaning of) that he wasn’t all too inclined to believe.

now, as he paced the streets, tail swinging behind him slightly faster than it’s normal rhythmic swaying, he prayed for something, anything familiar. he so desperately wanted to calm down, needed to--

“...?”

there, a slight ways away... was that a miqo’te? although rare upon the Steppe, Maraqai had encountered many on his travels, and the tell-tale ears, tail, and facial markings all but confirmed it. relief began to wash over him for a moment, before he realized he now needed to approach without spooking them.

the city is open to you, ishta. welcome to terra.

you will be housed in twin apartments A4, where you will find sports tape to replace the fantasy knuckledusters taken from you on arrival. please wrap your hands and punch responsibly.

you have been granted cloud’s boon windstepping to make use of at your discretion.