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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:17 pm
 Yvvas was at the port, again, watching all of the workers load and unload various strange looking clothes and weapons. It was fascinating to him to see all of the goods that could be found above the dark and dank caves that his fellow Drow called home. Someday he would be the one to join the raids to the surface, able to explore and find many interesting trinkets to play with.
But for now he was merely in 'training', still early in his years as his boyish appearance would give away. His goldenrod eyes flicking back and forth between all of the people on the docks running around with some errand or another, he noted all of the different types of warriors and surface raiders, and even a few pickpockets as well, that were there. Stifling a yawn, since there wasn't much else happening around him, Yvvas began contemplating a possible cat nap.
At the moment he was sitting with his legs pulled up around him on top of some type of barrel. He didn't know what was in the barrel or even whose it was, only that as soon as they discovered him he would likely have to leave. Seeing that he had been sitting on it for a while he could only guess that either he would be found out at any moment and chased off or would probably be left alone atop the forgotten barrel until there was a lull in the amount of people and business being conducted.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 3:33 pm
 Their time in the market was very well nearly done. Nuumia had fulfilled his obligations in the unloading, and he'd been particularly good this time by not getting into too much trouble while out drinking. Sure all his money was gone, and sure he was pretty positive that it was the girl at the bar that had lifted his purse. ...or had that been a guy? The rest of his crew had been teaseing him lately and asking him if he was going to go back and say a proper fare well to his 'sweetie'. Nuumia was pretty sure it had been a guy now. Since it was Nuumia had no particular task to fulfill, he wasted his time visiting the dock with a stick, string, hook, and a scrap of bright yellow cloth. Humming to himself as he skipped to the furthest dock's reach, he randomly waved to the other merchants useing the dock proper. "Hi! Hello! Nice day huh? My your looking good today!" He called out to those that looked up at him. His lips open in such a wide smile, his hand waving in a friendly manner as he cheerfully greeted the complete and utter stranges around him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 7:49 pm
Yvvas's attention was drawn to the dark-haired and eyed Drow that was acting, in Yvvas's slight opinion, unDrowly. His own gold eyes blinked as he tilted his head to the side to watch the strange fellow, wondering why he would seem to willingly make such a fool out of himself, while at the same time letting a small grin creep into his face. It was better than being completely bored watching boxes as they were carted back and forth; he wouldn't condone someone who was becoming fast a nice little scource of amusement for the younger Drow.
Stepping lightly off of his barrel, his legs a little stiff from sitting in the same position for so long, Yvvas slowly made his way through the crowd in the direction of the strange Drow. His legs quickly found their feeling and his small though brightly bedecked body slipped through the crowd as little more than a miniscule disturbance. It helped that the object of his stalk was also the object of attention to many of the Drow around him, so much so that Yvvas was able to snatch a few upper world looking devices from an errant crate beside a merchant whose back was conveniently turned to see who had hailed him.
One of the objects was a small ball made out of rubber. Yvvas was caught between a frown and a grin as he looked at it, wondering who would have brought such a useless thing down when there were so many other more fascinating things, yet at the same time thinking of a few interesting uses of his own he could make of it.
He tossed the small device from one hand to another, keeping his bright eyes trained on his surroundings for anymore such openings while his hands focused on the ball. Belatedly the thought that he was to be a surface raider and not a common theif entered his mind, but he brushed it aside quickly under the guise that practicing a theif's trade now might be helpful later on in his chosen proffession.
His grin widened somewhat as he tossed the ball one last time between his hands before hiding it in his shirt. The observation of this strange Drow had been interesting at first, but now he was getting bored again. He wandered ever closer, winding his way back and forth through the crowd until he was just on the edge of the small gathering around the strange one. His eyes merely flickered in curiousity as he waited to see just what other amusement this new Drow might be able to provide.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 8:57 pm
For the most part, Nuumia was utterly unaware of the drow that was following him. His attentino was more on himself and his immediate surroundings. Sure, he got a lot of distrustful glares and ugly looks. But that hardly bothered him! Nuumia's cheerfulness seemed to radiate from him the way a errant ball of light would in this dark world.
With his happy swaying gait, Nuumia found himself finally at the very end of the docks. There was only a single boat down at this end. A empty personal vessel that bobbed from the rope that kept it tied to a metal hook in the plank wood. Nuumia paused, and looked at the boat with a vaugely thoughtful glance. If he took the boat out then he would probably be able to fish better...but...Nuumia was pretty sure he did not know how to use a boat. And besides...he couldn't swim!
So Nuumia settled for sitting himself down on the end of the dock. The scrap of bright yellow cloth he twisted about the hok itself and began to tie it into a tight knot. For a few moments he thought that..perhaps...there was someone else coming down the pier further, so before casting his line out into the water, Nuu tilted his head to look over his shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:29 am
Yvvas paused just before the last dock, glaring distrustfully at the now empty space that stood between himself and the cold water below. He liked it better when there was at least one other Drow or two he could put between himself and the damp, clingy wetness, or even another Drow behind him he could use as a safety line to haul himself away from the edge if he wished. It was likely he'd get hit by the resulting splash of whomever it was he had used as a safety line, but getting splashed was better then getting completely and utterly soaked.
His gold eyes lifting from the water to find where the interesting Drow had gone, he debated whether it was worth it to go farther, after all, what could the other be doing all the way down there? Finding the question beginning to re-arouse his curiosity, his eyes finally found the figure and blinked in eagerness at the sight they found.
It was bright, it was fluttery, and he hadn't noticed it before. Why? He didn't much care for the second question in the line of thought he was currently on, but the first was still begging to be answered and the yellow scrap of cloth was enticing him ever forward.
He stuck his tongue out at the water that was lapping at the edge of the dock and was in the process of taking his first step forward when the other peered in his direction. His tongue still sticking out and his foot in mid step, he abruptly pivoted his hips and spun on his heel so that he was walking perpendicular to the route he had been planning to take to get to the yellow clo-, the other drow.
Walking slowly, trying not to get too far before the other might look away from him and he could continue on his original path, Yvvas noticed his tongue was still out and quickly pulled it in. And he had been laughing at the other for appearing unDrowly, he thought crossly, frowning and once again pivoting his hips so that he was facing the other Drow, not knowing yet whether he had looked away since he had been more focused on himself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:34 pm
In the act of looking over his shoulder, well, it was hard to miss the other drow in the area. Nuumia's black eyes blinked a pair of times. He was being followed? Nuu had to stop and in a moment of panic he attempted to think if he'd done something requiring following. He hadn't mouthed off. He was a -good- male. He supposed the caravan master could have been insulted by the Matron deciding to take him away. But would he send someone to kill him?
He wasn't sure, maybe? Nuu glanced down at the fishing line and began to roll it back up. Once he had the hook safely tucked into the string ball he flipped open a pocket on his vest and tucked it within. Nuu wiggled his fingers to either side of him, then strode towards the stalky drow. "Hey hey hey." He called out, his hand lifted to wave at the other drow. "I know your following me, tell me why now." He considered demanding or trying to speak sharply...but Nuumia knew he just didn't have 'The Scary Face' that most dangerous males had. He was fortunate to look so non-threatening...but it really made it hard to be commanding! So he figured it was better to make a statement of it...wall..a stern question maybe?
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