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       A walk along the market
   DIR By: Nyah691
       Date: February 1, 2020, 10:05 am
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       1.4.19
       dagger [Nyah’s]
       House of Coultrain
       HULNETH
       -- Is walking down one of the many streets adjacent to the
       Market --
       says to ALL: Evening marked its' descent by the diminishing rays
       of Tor-tu-Gor in the West; long shadows slanting down the
       cobbled streets I walked alone. I took as much pleasure from the
       evening rituals of shop owners as I did of those morning ones.
       Typically, shop owners closed for an ahn or two during this dusk
       period to sit down for a meal or even go to spend a little time
       in the market seating area. It was a much needed break where
       they could enjoy some non-caste-related chatting. If they were
       not going to the market, they would tidy up their store-front
       for those evening patrons and eat a light meal on a bench out
       front of the shop. As I passed by, a few Merchants doing just
       that, glanced my way.
       Hello dagger." greeted the flower merchant, followed by another.
       "Evening, darkling." from a wood-worker I'd seen at many fairs,
       whose work was considered very high quality. He knew Mistress
       Lethia.
       dagger [Nyah’s]
       House of Coultrain
       HULNETH
       -- Is walking down one of the many streets adjacent to the
       Market --
       says to ALL: "Evening, Mistress." I waved to the flower
       Merchant.
       "Evening, Master." twitch of pretty mouth to the wood worker as
       I continued.
       Not too far in the distance I could see the soft, edges of the
       market square and each step that brought me closer, also brought
       with it the darkness and stars and luminous moons overhead. I
       paused near a bench to watch as the lamp-lighters moved at an
       elegant pace with tapers in their hand, igniting the fire that
       would produce a soft glow for the patrons to chat by.
       dagger [Nyah’s]
       House of Coultrain
       HULNETH
       -- Is walking down one of the many streets adjacent to the
       Market --
       says to ALL: There was a time (or three) that I sat amongst the
       free and chatted while sipping my tea. That favourite blend of
       sweet, orange blossom and spice, sweetened with honey. Whilst
       the thought invoked a feeling of nostalgia, I didn't miss it
       exactly. I was exactly where I was supposed to be right now and
       that was all that mattered.
       dagger [Nyah’s]
       House of Coultrain
       HULNETH
       -- Is walking down one of the many streets adjacent to the
       Market --
       says to ALL: Hulneth was the breath of fresh air I needed. It
       was impossible for me to articulate the ease that mind, body and
       soul felt there. It was the harmonsation for my spirit as I
       aligned myself once again with nature. I couldn't help but think
       it strange, that a slave born of sea and sand, could feel so at
       home in the North and among the Giants. But it was true. Time
       and again the North had been the balm to soothe my aching soul.
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