Although he hoped to be coming back someday soon at Eliza's invitation, they were certainly pushing the reluctant hospitality of their hosts by staying as long as they had already. Though, as his Fae friend had reminded him, her people were not a monolith. Delah and her warriors and others among the small, winged people may have resented their presence, but there were also those who were curious, if cautious, and willing to give these strange new neighbors a fair chance.
He had not come prepared to trade, but he had brought supplies for first aid as well as food and water from inside the barrier, valuable as curiosities if nothing else. He had enjoyed a brief walk through the market the night before, prior to retiring to sleep, but by then most of the stalls had either closed down or were in the process of closing, and he had little chance to engage the shopkeeps in conversation or trade.
Not so this morning. He had risen early, contrary to his usual habits, in order to make the most of the visit's end. 'Visit' thanks to Arduinna, a fact he had no intention of forgetting anytime soon.
He had just finished his hunched-over trading with a sprightly old Fae woman who sold minor medicinals, exchanging some of his supply of efas herb for a few ounces of bark that was supposed to brew a tea for reducing fevers and easing swelling when he caught sight of a great dark head that towered above the local people even more than his own. He paused for a moment, considering whether or not to approach Deimos, knowing how strained their interaction had been since he had returned without Amalia. Not that Jigano would have been any less upset had their positions been reverse...
With a squaring of his shoulders he stepped back into the central path and made his way over to the other human, nodding a cautious greeting. "Good morning," he offered, polite but wary of whether or not Amalia's beau still blamed him for her initial loss.
He had not come prepared to trade, but he had brought supplies for first aid as well as food and water from inside the barrier, valuable as curiosities if nothing else. He had enjoyed a brief walk through the market the night before, prior to retiring to sleep, but by then most of the stalls had either closed down or were in the process of closing, and he had little chance to engage the shopkeeps in conversation or trade.
Not so this morning. He had risen early, contrary to his usual habits, in order to make the most of the visit's end. 'Visit' thanks to Arduinna, a fact he had no intention of forgetting anytime soon.
He had just finished his hunched-over trading with a sprightly old Fae woman who sold minor medicinals, exchanging some of his supply of efas herb for a few ounces of bark that was supposed to brew a tea for reducing fevers and easing swelling when he caught sight of a great dark head that towered above the local people even more than his own. He paused for a moment, considering whether or not to approach Deimos, knowing how strained their interaction had been since he had returned without Amalia. Not that Jigano would have been any less upset had their positions been reverse...
With a squaring of his shoulders he stepped back into the central path and made his way over to the other human, nodding a cautious greeting. "Good morning," he offered, polite but wary of whether or not Amalia's beau still blamed him for her initial loss.
