He felt as if he were nothing more than a colorful creature out on display for the entire city to see. All one had to do was tack on a 'For Sale' sign or 'Does Tricks, Keep Staring' to his back and then everything would be complete. Ismiril resisted the urge to hunch down and raise his shoulders, hiding from everyone. All that action would do was show just how uncomfortable they were making him, and mark him as someone weak and easily picked on. While it was true that he was weak, he wasn't someone easily picked on anymore.
His Master had drilled him in combat and somehow Miri had survived the training. It helped that his Master was a lot more patient than Lero ever was. This resulted in Miri knowing how to duel wield a pair of curved swords, and not cutting himself up in the process. He was also trained with his fledgling fire abilities, which as he was told, would only get stronger with both time and practice.
Which was one of the three reasons why his Master had sent him on this...'task' of his. The first was that Miri was to collect an order of books for him from the Orderite city. Their Capital city in fact. The second was that he needed to work on his socialization skills, which had started to diminish as he spent more and more time with his nose in a book with a quill in his hand. The third task, was that he was to find some books of his own to pursue.
All this led up to the current situation he found himself in. Alone, lost, and most definitely being stared at. He didn't know if it was his clothing, his general ugly appearance, or the fact that his horns resembled that of an animals more than a dragons that caused the Orderites gaze to linger. Swallowing he kept his spine straight, his gait smooth, and his face as impassive as possible. Which meant that everyone could tell that he was nervous and trying to hide it. His fingers were tight in the straps of his satchel, and under the advice of his Master he held only a few coins he'd been allotted for the trip in his coin pouch, the rest was hidden in two pockets on the inside of his vest, where he was the most sensitive to touch.
He'd know it if someone tried to pickpocket him, from there at least.
Miri wandered around the market for a bit, browsing the wares and purchasing a flask of oddly colored juice and two pocket pies. The vendor had told him that one held meat and veg and the other was sweetened apples. He wandered over to a street corner and started to nibble on the more filling pastry as he leaned against the wall. His amber-red gaze drifted across the people gathered in the space as they hawked, haggled, and bought the goods that upon closer inspection, hadn't been too different from the things he could find in the markets at the Celestial Fortress. With a mental sigh Miri settled back against the wall to enjoy his meal.
The Chronicles of Magesc
A breedable/changing pet shop guild for role play.
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