G A R E T H
With the height of summer winding to a close and the many changes in the atmosphere, the stallion had decided to take advantage of the shift and start making himself more visible to the denizens of the court. Much of his clientele had thought him marked for death and done away with in his long, unexplained absence. As such, he needed again to make his skills known among those who may find use for them.
The Night Markets of Denocte would have been the perfect backdrop for such a thing, even if he had not called the court home. There were few places in all of Novus where those who had a cacophony of wares to shill could do so in relative peace and merriment. The atmosphere among vendors in the Night Markets was very different from those of other marketplaces, though Gareth could say with truth that he had not been to very many. Why travel far when those who wished to seek something truly unique would make the distance to Denocte to enquire about the wares of those who sold here? Perhaps he was just a stubborn brute, but he had seen no need to make something grand of his abilities. A decision, he was quickly realizing, may not have been in the interest of his longevity.
The stallion wandered from stall to stall with his companion not far behind. Noor hated the city places, but the elk had made his own promise not to leave Gareth alone until he was certain that his friend was healing. The man had gone through some intense emotional upheaval lately, and it would have been in poor taste to abandon him while he continued to stretch his comfort zones.
Comfort zones they were both about to shatter as a whirlwind of flowers and sparkles whipped past them and nearly bowled over an excited filly who was asking the two many questions about Noor’s glowing mushroom bits. Gareth followed the zipping figure with his eyes for a moment, realizing that the blurr was not his own vision giving way, but the near vibrational flutter of wings that lifted the petite figure from the ground.
“Is that the little fae?” Noor pressed the thought incredulously to the stallion’s mind, and he need not have turned his head to know the bewilderment that the two shared.
Drawing himself to his full height, Gareth nodded. The young filly had bounded off in search of something that had caught her eye, so he felt less self conscious of his size. While the stallion normally stooped in crowded areas, when dealing with young children he bent even more so. The entirety of his frame loomed large in the markets and he would be very difficult to miss.
He attempted to track the excited creature with his eyes, difficult though it was. He had a much easier time following the petals and faerie dust that fluttered to the ground behind her. He stopped occasionally to make sure the booths and vendors she dashed past were in proper order before moving on with his mission. There must be a reason for such a fuss, and while she had appeared to be full of energy in their previous meetings, this felt incredibly out of the ordinary, and it seemed no one else had the heart or mind to slow her down. Best that he try to mellow the flurry before some well meaning but concerned person attempted to involve some kind of authority. That would only muddy things.
The Night Markets of Denocte would have been the perfect backdrop for such a thing, even if he had not called the court home. There were few places in all of Novus where those who had a cacophony of wares to shill could do so in relative peace and merriment. The atmosphere among vendors in the Night Markets was very different from those of other marketplaces, though Gareth could say with truth that he had not been to very many. Why travel far when those who wished to seek something truly unique would make the distance to Denocte to enquire about the wares of those who sold here? Perhaps he was just a stubborn brute, but he had seen no need to make something grand of his abilities. A decision, he was quickly realizing, may not have been in the interest of his longevity.
The stallion wandered from stall to stall with his companion not far behind. Noor hated the city places, but the elk had made his own promise not to leave Gareth alone until he was certain that his friend was healing. The man had gone through some intense emotional upheaval lately, and it would have been in poor taste to abandon him while he continued to stretch his comfort zones.
Comfort zones they were both about to shatter as a whirlwind of flowers and sparkles whipped past them and nearly bowled over an excited filly who was asking the two many questions about Noor’s glowing mushroom bits. Gareth followed the zipping figure with his eyes for a moment, realizing that the blurr was not his own vision giving way, but the near vibrational flutter of wings that lifted the petite figure from the ground.
“Is that the little fae?” Noor pressed the thought incredulously to the stallion’s mind, and he need not have turned his head to know the bewilderment that the two shared.
Drawing himself to his full height, Gareth nodded. The young filly had bounded off in search of something that had caught her eye, so he felt less self conscious of his size. While the stallion normally stooped in crowded areas, when dealing with young children he bent even more so. The entirety of his frame loomed large in the markets and he would be very difficult to miss.
He attempted to track the excited creature with his eyes, difficult though it was. He had a much easier time following the petals and faerie dust that fluttered to the ground behind her. He stopped occasionally to make sure the booths and vendors she dashed past were in proper order before moving on with his mission. There must be a reason for such a fuss, and while she had appeared to be full of energy in their previous meetings, this felt incredibly out of the ordinary, and it seemed no one else had the heart or mind to slow her down. Best that he try to mellow the flurry before some well meaning but concerned person attempted to involve some kind of authority. That would only muddy things.
