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The markets of Oba were a grand adventure, filled with vendors as far as the eye could see. This was especially true in Suburi, the heart of the desert nation, where some vendors stacked their shops up similar to how the buildings were managed. If one did not know the layout of the marketplace, they might find themselves wandering until well past dark, possibly into the dangerous side of town.

For others, it was an art moving through the hustle and bustle to get to the vendor one sought. It was a dance to barter and haggle for the right price. And it was a battle to purchase your item before someone else swooped in to make a better offer.

All of it was quite enjoyable to the Aishan hybrid who towered over others, his form draped in fine silks that accented his feminine frame. He was tall, but petite in a way with 'thin bones', though his long ears and antenna made it clear what his background truly was. Many avoided the hybrid, but the vendors knew that he had the right amount to afford any purchase. If only they could upsell him.

Svadra walked with determination toward a specific vendor, one who came from the north and sold feathers from the great birds of Tale, Sauti, and Zena. The feathers were beautiful, great for accessories, clothing, and even pens. Svadra loved looking through the many different colors to find something he could weave into his hair or create an accent for his draping fabric. Today, he would succeed and find the next accent for his future outfits.

[ Svadra 2 ]

Svadra's mismatched eyes looked down at the feathers before him, nodding to the vendor who recognized him immediately. It helped having the small fortune of an allowance from his mothers, though soon enough he'd have to find his own way to make money. He was getting older, as they loved to remind him, and they expected he stand up on his own. He was inclined to agree.

Humming softly in pleasure, he brushed his fingers across the feathers with soft glee, excited at the opportunity they provided.

As a voice spoke up beside him, Svadra hid his disappointment to look away from the striking plumes to instead turn and look at Morleas. How normal of a sight these days, considering how intertwined the water and fire tribes were. Ironic, considering the cause of such coupling was more bloody than anything else.

Oh well, most generations were willing to forgive the sins of their forefathers. He was also proof of such things.

"You may call me Svadra." He replied in a breezy tone, smiling softly as he looked down at the man before him.

[ Svadra 3 ]

Turning back to the feathers, having lost the distraction of the stranger, Svadra continued to examine the colorful decorations with a keen eye. Being higher up on the privilege scale, he was quite trained in his art.

"Mmm, mostly they will be used in accessories and fashion. Zenan feathers are quite in season these days..."

When Morleas continued to babble, Svadra set the feathers he already selected aside with a nod to the vendor, before turning to examine the boy some more. Yes, he was quite ragged compared to many of the others Svadra interacted with, though the taller hybrid wasn't one to point out such rude thoughts. Instead he just smiled in that watery way with a low hum of acknowledgement.

[ Svadra 4 ]

After another keen look around at the options, Svadra waved at the vendor to wrap his purchase up, taking the time to pull out the appropriate payment before passing it along. He shook his head at the change, leaving it for the vendor. He appreciated foreign vendors and wanted to ensure they came back, so he would often treat them well with his allowance. They would then treat him well in return.

As he packed away his little purchase, he glanced once more at the person next to him, eyeing the colors selected before accepting that he wasn't really sure what the shorter hybrid was doing, but he seemed to enjoy it and Svadra always appreciated someone who embraced their inner desires.

[ Svadra 5 ]

"It seems you've found what you are looking for, my friend." Svadra spoke up as Morleas finished his purchases, the tall hybrid looking down at the packed feathers that were a seemingly rainbow of color. Svadra wondered exactly what he would use such colors for, but once again let the thought go. Pleasure was in the eye of the beholder, after all.