These are the last blues we're ever gonna have
As the colours of Leafchange settled on the Hollowed Grounds, Jack Tar Landing burst into a frenzy of activity as those around the docks took advantage of the unseasonably warm afternoon. The marketplace, a vibrant riot of colours and sounds, pulsed with energy as vendors beckoned passersby with their ("exotic") offerings and (un)savoury delights. The air was filled with the mingling scents of saltwater and spices, drawing in visitors and locals alike to spend what coin they had before the air turned cold.
Against the backdrop of ships swaying gently in the harbour and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the docks, the Landing exuded an undeniable charm for those who knew where to look for it. Not as grand perhaps as the markets in Torchline nor as orderly as those in Halo, still, the Grounds had a quirky appeal.
Calls of Oy, com'an have a peek at wot I have! would follow Ronin around as he milled through the aisles that twined around the market stalls. Betcha ain't not seen the likes of this before! they'd call his way, even after recognizing the Nova for who he was and knowing he'd absolutely seen things much more interesting than the trash they peddled as exotic riches.
Against the backdrop of ships swaying gently in the harbour and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the docks, the Landing exuded an undeniable charm for those who knew where to look for it. Not as grand perhaps as the markets in Torchline nor as orderly as those in Halo, still, the Grounds had a quirky appeal.
Calls of Oy, com'an have a peek at wot I have! would follow Ronin around as he milled through the aisles that twined around the market stalls. Betcha ain't not seen the likes of this before! they'd call his way, even after recognizing the Nova for who he was and knowing he'd absolutely seen things much more interesting than the trash they peddled as exotic riches.
the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left
