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There is something magical to the way the markets come alive the moment the sun disappears below the horizon. When she first came to Denocte, she felt relieved to find out many here were night owls like her too. Insomnia is her companion most nights, much to the discomfort of Morrighan. At least here, she finds something to do for an hour or so until she might finally feel tired enough. Back at her homeland, the most she could do would be to stare at the never moving stars and be stuck listening to the damn crickets.
She sat on a hill looking down at the markets for a little while, ironically doing most of the above. The only difference here is there's more noise than just crickets. She saw all the lights flicker on and everyone rushing to put up their tents. Some were meticulously arranging their wares in specific order. Seeing how different things were here still makes her feel like an outsider at times, given how primitive Ourania had been. They had no markets, they didn't even have weapons other than their own magic. Perhaps she's spoiled now with all these new tools and treats. Her past self would probably scold her for thinking she'd no longer want to trade it for her old life.
As the night officially arrives, Morrighan gets up and strolls down into the market. Instantly it gets louder and louder as she approaches. She remembers when the sound made her ears hurt, but it all blended in together for the most part now. Occasionally she gets caught looking over at one of the merchants yelling nonsense, but never bothers to engage. Typically she gives them a look, raises a brow, and then leaves. Unless they have something that can make her magic stronger, she isn't interested.
However, there is one booth that for whatever reason gets more of her attention. There are many carefully carved wood items from what she can see and it briefly makes her think of Isra's bow. A man is lounging nearby and it seems like a contrast to how merchants typically act. Although she immediately regrets her decision when he suddenly comes alive at her approach.
His excitement bombards her and makes her feel like her personal space is being intruded upon just from the inflection in his voice. She is quick to annoy and it shows when small sparks erupt from her hooves. He doesn't get quite in her face, thankfully, even when seeing the smaller objects makes her walk closer to the table. Her eyes look over everything, but even with him throwing out all these names, she has no idea what anything is that he's selling. She doesn't spend enough time in the markets to know what's sold and she is still too much of a stranger at the inner workings of Novus.
"Are they… weapons?" she asks with a furrowed brow. If she's wrong she'll only be more annoyed, especially since she has been considering finding a weapon. Maybe one exists that can finally keep Bram away from her for good. "What can you do with them?"
The last thing he had mentioned - did he say panloot? - sounds interesting in the fact that the wood is from the swamps of Terrastella. She wonders if that makes it stronger in some way and would have more of an impact on her enemy. If the man disappoints her and says none of them are weapons or could have the ability to strengthen magic, well, he would have to go pester someone else.
@Sterling please forgive Morr and her confusion at how Novus works <3
"Speaking."
She sat on a hill looking down at the markets for a little while, ironically doing most of the above. The only difference here is there's more noise than just crickets. She saw all the lights flicker on and everyone rushing to put up their tents. Some were meticulously arranging their wares in specific order. Seeing how different things were here still makes her feel like an outsider at times, given how primitive Ourania had been. They had no markets, they didn't even have weapons other than their own magic. Perhaps she's spoiled now with all these new tools and treats. Her past self would probably scold her for thinking she'd no longer want to trade it for her old life.
As the night officially arrives, Morrighan gets up and strolls down into the market. Instantly it gets louder and louder as she approaches. She remembers when the sound made her ears hurt, but it all blended in together for the most part now. Occasionally she gets caught looking over at one of the merchants yelling nonsense, but never bothers to engage. Typically she gives them a look, raises a brow, and then leaves. Unless they have something that can make her magic stronger, she isn't interested.
However, there is one booth that for whatever reason gets more of her attention. There are many carefully carved wood items from what she can see and it briefly makes her think of Isra's bow. A man is lounging nearby and it seems like a contrast to how merchants typically act. Although she immediately regrets her decision when he suddenly comes alive at her approach.
His excitement bombards her and makes her feel like her personal space is being intruded upon just from the inflection in his voice. She is quick to annoy and it shows when small sparks erupt from her hooves. He doesn't get quite in her face, thankfully, even when seeing the smaller objects makes her walk closer to the table. Her eyes look over everything, but even with him throwing out all these names, she has no idea what anything is that he's selling. She doesn't spend enough time in the markets to know what's sold and she is still too much of a stranger at the inner workings of Novus.
"Are they… weapons?" she asks with a furrowed brow. If she's wrong she'll only be more annoyed, especially since she has been considering finding a weapon. Maybe one exists that can finally keep Bram away from her for good. "What can you do with them?"
The last thing he had mentioned - did he say panloot? - sounds interesting in the fact that the wood is from the swamps of Terrastella. She wonders if that makes it stronger in some way and would have more of an impact on her enemy. If the man disappoints her and says none of them are weapons or could have the ability to strengthen magic, well, he would have to go pester someone else.
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