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Shops were still closed, or hadn't opened yet depending on how one veiwed things. Either way, he was up really early, his hair having that just out of bed look as his hands worked feverishly to put it right, back into it's low slung ponytail. If it was cold, he didn't seem to notice, green eyes focusing on trying not to elbow someone as he walked. He stood out compared to the others; his skin was chocolate colored instead of tan, his hair was a bright red where almost everyone elses was black or a dull color.

He grinned to himself as he looked around, trying to spot someone, anyone to talk to or lift him of his boredom. It wasn't often this one got bored, oh no. He always had something on his mind, something to do with his hands or else he was sleeping. That wasn't the case today. He wanted someone to help entertain him, or else he'd entertain himself and that usually led to trouble.

Zurin walked slowly down the cobbled street, placing one foot delicately after the other with practiced care. A fall on the hard stone could be painful indeed for the fragile albino, and he already had enough troubles to deal with this day.

He was in the main street early, not out of any desire to beat the morning rush, but because the dim morning light was gentle on his skin. If he had to be outdoors in order to find a new husband, Zurin would rather not face the difficulty of layers of protective creams, heavy clothing and even a parasol.

Zurin would rather not be outdoors at all, but the need for a gehaka now that his parents were gone was indeed a strong motivator. Until he had a reliable gehaka to send out on errands, Zurin was forced to do everything himself.

Still scanning the market with pale eyes, he eventually decided on a destination and began towards it before the sun became too bright.

Zurin turned at the soft voice, fixing his eyes on the blonde gehaka that had spoken. He squinted at him, making out a relatively muscular build and warm skin tone but not much else. Zurin briefly cursed the fact that he'd forgotten his lenses, but then he remembered that he wasn't interested in the finer points of physical appearance at this moment.

In fact, the gehaka had been presumptuous in the extreme to speak to Zurin without invitation, and Zurin's traditional manners bridled. He was tempted to ignore the gehaka altogether, but the question about his retainer brought to mind sharply the reason Zurin was in the street in the first place.

Frowning slightly at such a blunt observation of his condition, he answered shortly. "I have none. Where is your master, that would let you speak so impertinently?"

Zurin's frown deepened. The gehaka was managing to be arrogant even in his humility, kneeling in the dirt like a player in the thaeter.

Zurin's lip curled. Such dramatic gestures should not go unrewarded. "Get up. What household is this you speak of?"

Zurin stood back thoughtfully, observing the gehaka's posture and grudgingly admitting that while he was unmannered, he could be taught. Hishiron house was an honourable one, and would not look bad in connection with Wakahisa.

With a sigh, the pale haka reached a long fingered hand into his pocket and produced a small reddish object. With infinite distaste, he placed the leaf shaped stone in the gehaka's golden toned hand.

"This is a token of Wakahisa house. Show the carving at the gates and they will let you and your guardian in without question."

Not bothering to wait for a reply, Zurin turned on his heel and hastily braved the cobbled streets in order to get home before the sun scorched him.

Mibu Shinrei made his way out into the main street. With him were two of his mother's gehaka, to "protect" him. As they should. Shinrei believed that gehaka were good for a few things...at least grunts like the ones following him.

His ice like gaze scanned the street carefuly. He didn't want to dirty his kimono...or dirty his aurora with unknow trash. In fact, Shinrei was just here to shop through things. A present, to keep his moods at bay for the moment. He stepped forward, lightly begining to set off into the crowd.

It was a hot day...and Shinrei had left his fan at home. He was irritated now. The tiny haka didn't like the heat much, preferring snow to it. One of the gehaka pointed out a shaded area between two shops. Well, it was better than nothing.

Scowling, the tiny haka made his way there, waving off the hand of one of the gehaka following him. He did not need their help. Shinrei often disliked their rough hands helping him, as they belonged to his mother. Anything that belonged to his mother, should just be that. Lifting a pale hand, the haka swept a few of the white strands of hair away from his face.

Then his icey gaze fell on the gehaka crouched there. Crouched? Did he not like the heat either? Or was he just lazy? If it was the second, tch, there was no need for gehaka like him. If it was the first, Shinrei could understand. He himself felt that way after all.

The iced orbs didn't leave from studiying the gehaka there. He was older... Shinrei could tell by the greying streaks...but no bracers were upon his wrists. How long did gehaka get to live without being married? Or did they just continue living off their mothers? It was something he didn't know, being an only child.

Interesting...at least for a moment. The gehaka offered no greeting, just merely nodded and what was that...? He rubbed at his arms where the marriage bracer, at least at his age, should have been.

A cold smirk came on to the pale haka's lips. Did this one fear marriage? Tch. Such a silly thing, if he was married he would have more than likely been better clothed and fed. Shinrei himself saw gehaka almost as pets, but he wasn't one to beat said pets if they were good.

"You... what is your name? Family? Tell me."

Shinrei's voice was as crisp as his eyes, and sharp. It held the icey tones of his over all look, showing no warmth to anyone. This haka was one not to warm to many.