In which I write out my story of the happenings in Kaida. It will be random tidbits so enjoy!
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(( A village down in the valley ))
An orb of light hung high in the day sky, making it seasonably warm, but not too warm just being off into the valley at the bottom of the mountains. It gave everyone a reason to be outside during market day, the babble of customers and vendors alike gave proof to that.
Children ran about giggling, rough housing, and being chided by their parents if they strayed too far off. Roofs were normally wood, treated to prevent leaking rainfall, and then insulated on top with thatched hay and clay mud, hiding the solid roofing entirely.
It gave a more natural look to what some would call an unnatural town. Women with long pointed ears led their children around, tall and almost towering. Some visitors came with flesh matching their hair and edges of the toughest flesh scaled with eyes in brilliant and unimaginable colors.
Others came with fur, like animals, followed with tails that danced about, some getting stepped on by unwary marketers. Ears would twitch at every sound and call, some that had whiskers would twitch those as well.
Aromas floated through the air, some of them freshly killed meat from the butchers, and others could have been the fruits just picked that morning. The smoke that was in the air gave way to the smoke house filled with fresh hot meats that could have made your mouth water. Even the inn would be busy today, housing visitors for the market weekend, cooking fresh meals that would fill the stomach and make one want to accompany it with the house brewed ale the owner made every day.
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(( A village down in the valley ))
An orb of light hung high in the day sky, making it seasonably warm, but not too warm just being off into the valley at the bottom of the mountains. It gave everyone a reason to be outside during market day, the babble of customers and vendors alike gave proof to that.
Children ran about giggling, rough housing, and being chided by their parents if they strayed too far off. Roofs were normally wood, treated to prevent leaking rainfall, and then insulated on top with thatched hay and clay mud, hiding the solid roofing entirely.
It gave a more natural look to what some would call an unnatural town. Women with long pointed ears led their children around, tall and almost towering. Some visitors came with flesh matching their hair and edges of the toughest flesh scaled with eyes in brilliant and unimaginable colors.
Others came with fur, like animals, followed with tails that danced about, some getting stepped on by unwary marketers. Ears would twitch at every sound and call, some that had whiskers would twitch those as well.
Aromas floated through the air, some of them freshly killed meat from the butchers, and others could have been the fruits just picked that morning. The smoke that was in the air gave way to the smoke house filled with fresh hot meats that could have made your mouth water. Even the inn would be busy today, housing visitors for the market weekend, cooking fresh meals that would fill the stomach and make one want to accompany it with the house brewed ale the owner made every day.
