#stonefacedchief

Aladdin would have liked to say his clueless days were over; that he’d, without a doubt, know the rules and basics of any society he’d been thrust into. He’d like to say that he knew the difference between being handed food and stealing. 

Only he couldn’t. 

Most of his time, both in this world and his home, had been spent being taken care of, much like a spoiled child. His status as a magi had entitled him to much more than he had expected, and to say he had grown used to it was an understatement. So when the need to find something to munch on had arose, he quickly found himself in these strange places called grocery stores. He’d found out that in these, there were lines upon lines of food at his disposal, just waiting to be devoured. It reminded him of the buffets and festivals in Sindria that seemed to have food endlessly for miles. True, the cold flooring against his bare feet was far from comforting, he did his best to pay it little mind. 

And there it was. Big, shiny and green. It had to be the biggest watermelon he has ever seen, and nothing could dim the sparkle set in his eyes.

It takes him no more than a few seconds to have it in his grasp, and even less so to take a bite off the rim. So juicy, so sweet. This truly had to be the king of melons, and Aladdin is more than grateful to have found it. It’s times like these where he’s glad to have been given the gift of finding and creating kings. 

It’s the voice of a stern, older woman that tears him away from his bliss. With a good portion of melon still lodged into his mouth, he turns to the owner and immediately gulps. He’s seen an expression like this before, but it doesn’t make it any less terrifying. 

❖ There were few things Satya expected to see as she turned a corner in an attempt to find the grassiest areas of the city in hopes of being quiet, but a woman striking an odd stance and appearing to be in deep concentration was not one of those sights.

If this was a new form of meditation then maybe she was a little disgusted. It was unlike anything she had seen before, and the woman had her eyes closed, looking like she was trying to communicate with something.

“Your stance is wrong,” Satya interrupted curtly. Yoga was one of the many things she excelled in, as the poses and movements were what offered her inspiration while she constructed. Everything was akin to a dance, and this woman was wrong.

“ you look like a pretty strong gal. wanna give me a hand with somethin’? ”

with how slender a lot of the people here looked, logan figured there wasn’t a ton of people that would be able to help him fix up the little shack he called home. after all, there was a lot of heavy lifting involved, and even the chopping of wood - which explained the woodcutter’s axe in his hand. 

though after all he’d been through, getting back to basics and spending a day chopping some wood for some hard labour was nothing. not that he’d tell her that, of course.