Post by Tidesweep on Apr 6, 2020 1:01:11 GMT
The Haven Marketplace was a thing of beauty and chaos that couldn't quite be matched anywhere else. There was veggies and fruits. Food vendors. Clothing merchants. Book sellers. Book buyers. Gardening advice. Fabric. Weavers. Dyers. Farmers. Dragon care kits. Kits to keep your athid happy. A whole stall was dedicated to just keeping the more canine companions happy, healthy and well groomed. There was the stalls that sold cream colored clouds that rained lemonade. Yarn snakes slithered around another booth. Eggs danced to the tune of a flute at yet another stall. The marketplace was an area where the logic of the people met the illogical field head on in a glorious clash of the mundane and the nonsensical. The normal and the weird. The unique and the common.
And it was a maze of sounds and smells that Jasper could kindly do without. Burnt chocolate. Greasy food. Fresh apples. The conversation of people double checking lists. The yelling match of hagglers. The calls to attract people to their items for sale. If she didn't have to be here right in the thick of the rush between late morning and early afternoon, she wouldn't be here. She liked this place in the early morning. Before the smells started to really get started. Before the crowd of people and companions shuffled about. Not like she had a choice though as she gripped the basket tight against her, weaving through the throng of bodies. Grey eyes cast around for what she was looking for even as she tried to smell it above the other scents in the air.
But a bloodhound she was not.
Cursing to herself, she managed to find a small reprieve in the form of an alley between two of the storefront booths. Her head was starting to pound and she couldn't figure out why Lasagna couldn't have sent someone else. Anyone else really. It wasn't like she was the only one working there, but as he said, he just had a feeling she should be sent. And wearing that apologetic grin the entire time. He could go fu-
No. He was nice to her. Had been from the very beginning when he caught her sneaking food off of people's plates. He had gotten so angry, Jasper thought she was done for, but no. He wasn't angry at her stealing the food. He was angry at her for stealing food after someone else had already eaten it. Grabbing her roughly by the arms, he had told her point blank that if she was hungry, to come to him and feed her and that if he ever see her stealing food off a plate again...Well, she never did find out. He had trailed off. The next time, Jasper had been terrified to go to him, but fearing the alternative, she had gone and...He had fed her. Didn't even make her pay for it. Didn't dock her pay check. And then all the other little things he did for her...If he wasn't interested in someone else, Jasper would have snapped on him in a heartbeat. She hadn't been treated like a human being in...A while.
Jasper went back to cursing under her breath again. All those reasons and more were why she couldn't say no when he asked her to come pick up some kind of spice from the market place. Cuimiau? Or something like that. Something that only grew in this weird place that was for sure. Sighing, she rolled back her shoulders and prepared to step back into the sway. How bad could it be?
And it was a maze of sounds and smells that Jasper could kindly do without. Burnt chocolate. Greasy food. Fresh apples. The conversation of people double checking lists. The yelling match of hagglers. The calls to attract people to their items for sale. If she didn't have to be here right in the thick of the rush between late morning and early afternoon, she wouldn't be here. She liked this place in the early morning. Before the smells started to really get started. Before the crowd of people and companions shuffled about. Not like she had a choice though as she gripped the basket tight against her, weaving through the throng of bodies. Grey eyes cast around for what she was looking for even as she tried to smell it above the other scents in the air.
But a bloodhound she was not.
Cursing to herself, she managed to find a small reprieve in the form of an alley between two of the storefront booths. Her head was starting to pound and she couldn't figure out why Lasagna couldn't have sent someone else. Anyone else really. It wasn't like she was the only one working there, but as he said, he just had a feeling she should be sent. And wearing that apologetic grin the entire time. He could go fu-
No. He was nice to her. Had been from the very beginning when he caught her sneaking food off of people's plates. He had gotten so angry, Jasper thought she was done for, but no. He wasn't angry at her stealing the food. He was angry at her for stealing food after someone else had already eaten it. Grabbing her roughly by the arms, he had told her point blank that if she was hungry, to come to him and feed her and that if he ever see her stealing food off a plate again...Well, she never did find out. He had trailed off. The next time, Jasper had been terrified to go to him, but fearing the alternative, she had gone and...He had fed her. Didn't even make her pay for it. Didn't dock her pay check. And then all the other little things he did for her...If he wasn't interested in someone else, Jasper would have snapped on him in a heartbeat. She hadn't been treated like a human being in...A while.
Jasper went back to cursing under her breath again. All those reasons and more were why she couldn't say no when he asked her to come pick up some kind of spice from the market place. Cuimiau? Or something like that. Something that only grew in this weird place that was for sure. Sighing, she rolled back her shoulders and prepared to step back into the sway. How bad could it be?
