Setting up shop|Haven | Ilyamen

[Devon]

Covering his face with his hand to block the sun, Clay took a deep breath and entered the nation of Ilyamen. Walking through the bustling streets, he looked for a good voice to set up a booth. He needed money, and he needed it quick. The Humontis born young man was eager to get to work. "Um um...ex-excuse me," he shyly called out to those around him. "Does a-anyone know a good place to put a stand?"

[aivea]

"There's a market square not too far from here," answers a brown-haired woman in a yellow dress. "Do you need me to show you the way there? Since I'm on my way there, it'll be no trouble."

She shifts the way she is holding her basket so that she's using both hands instead of just one because it was beginning to feel rather heavy.

[Devon]

"O-oh," Clay looks to the woman with a warm smile. He nodded his head and replied in a hushed voice, "T-that would be wonderful Ms. Oh I'm a being rude, my mother and father would be ashamed. My name is Clay, please let me carry that for you it looks very heavy and you're being so nice to me as it is." He reaches his arms out to take the basket from her, he wasn't the biggest man but he couldn't let this kid woman carry such a heavy thing while helping him.

[aivea]

"Thank you, that would be very helpful of you." She holds out the basket toward him before continuing, "My name is Belphoebe, good to meet you, Clay. What do you think of Ilyamen so far?"

She begins to walk toward the market place, trusting him to follow, but not walking fast enough to have to worry about missing anything he says.

[Devon]

Clay picks up the basket and does his best not to look like he was troubled by holding it. It wasn't terribly heavy, but he was tired from his journey. "Well," he said in a low voice. "So far Ilyamen isn't bad, if most of the people here are as kind as you Miss Belphoebe, then I think I'll like Ilyamen a lot."

[aivea]

"There's quite a few who are." She looks back over her shoulder at him before adding, "Ilyamen can be a bit of a confusing place and easy to get lost in, but the positive aspects outweigh the negatives."

[Devon]

Clay smiles at her and replies softly, "Thats good to know." He pauses to adjust the basket in his arms, "How long have you been living in Ilyamen? Um were you born here?"

[aivea]

"I actually only live here seasonally. For the part of the year when I can do profitable business, I live in Ilyamen, and the rest of the year I spend in Humontis," she answers. "I wasn't born here, but I've been spending time here for almost seven years. I know there's some merchants who were born here, though it seems many come just to sell their goods before returning home. Do I seem to be from here? I suppose I might be picking up the local accent."

[Devon]

Clay shakes his head and replies in his usually soft voice, "I just thought you did because you knew your way around here so well." He perks up at the mention of Humontis and excitedly chatters, "I'm from Humontis as well. I just left home and arrived here today."

[aivea]

"Oh really? Which part are you from?" Belphoebe asks, glad to hear that he was from at least the same nation; being from the same general area made conversation easier since there would be at least one or two cultural things in common. "I grew up on the Fields of Flora, by the way. My family's lived there for generations."

[Devon]

Clay's eyes grow wide at Belphoebe's mention of where she was from. "My family is from there as well," he replies excitedly. "My father wasn't from Flora, but my mother once. When they met and got married she wanted to settle down there so thats where I was born."

[aivea]

"Where was your father from?" she asks curiously.

They're close enough now to hear the sounds from the market, though still too far for words to be distinguished from each other in the calls of the vendors to bring attention to one item or another. Occasionally, there is a hint of the cry of an animal or of instruments being tested at full volume.

[Devon]

"Father was from the Gaia Caves," Clay answered. Listening to the sounds of the market he smiled now that he was finally reaching his goal. "Does it always sound so busy over there Miss Belphoebe?"