Endless Time

There was no true understanding as to why his wandering feet took him to the ever growing city of Arlathan. Across the burned forests and fields, deerskin boots stained black to the ankles with soot. This was not somewhere that he would often find himself, tucked into the pulsing crowd of the market, a bundle of furs under his arm to trade for supplies that he would need for the coming winter. His clothing marked him as someone of the wilds, the hand stitched leathers of his trousers matching his boots, his chest bare in the heat of the summer. 

As he passed the food vendors that sold street food, there was a chuckle in the back of his mind as they approached one that sold all manners of tea. [color=#17b529]"Sylaise made something similar in our youth. It is good to know the practice still lives." [/color]

What practice?

[color=#17b529]"There is a soft, sweet pearl in the tea. A bit chewy. But delicious."[/color]

Would you like some?

[color=#17b529]"I would enjoy that. Deeply. Thank you."[/color]

There was a small hum of approval, bartering with the stall keeper for a rabbit pelt for his drink, some pull making him look up and to his left, the striking chestnut hair catching his attention and leaving him staring for a moment. As she moved off, it was instinctual to follow, both elf and god intent on her, trying to figure out some grand puzzle as they trailed onlys two steps behind. The way she skipped, pulling on her pipe with a smile on her face.... it was entrancing. There was no part of him that realized just how close he was, just that he had to know her.