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Sighing, the blonde haired man slumped forward, a stone set bored expression reflecting his inner thoughts. Why is nothing happening? He thought, looking slyly to his left and right. To his left, was an elderly man selling tropical fruits. To his right, was another elderly person, a woman, selling colored sand. Colored sand? What would anyone living out here want with that? If we wanted sand we'd go to the desert, or down to the beach. But sand? Aiolios thought, shakingh is head and sitting up as he watched familiar faces pass by. Of course none he knew from childhood, having crossed the seas in order to escape... a bad crowd. But faces he had come to be familiar with since coming to Lagrima years before.

His own stand, the very products he sold being made by his own hands, were various soaps, lotions, and perfumes. All made from natural products, flowers hand picked, from his truely, from the Ama Fields. Of course, had it not been for Cloris' helpful advice on the special remedial properties of some of the nicer smelling flowers, he may never have made such a killing in Kilawli. Well, before the attack anyways. Yet here, in this tiny spit of civilization in the hot region, few people had an interest in lotions or scented soaps. It was as if the only smell they needed was the sea. The sea? He thought, sighing as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms to make a pillow as he laid down on the counter before him. As pretty as it is, it smells funny.

That was not his only problem with Ilquint, but most of the people knew one another. It was like a tinily knit community where everyone knew everyone. Most of the people were older than himself, middle ages, and those younger folk were either locked in their own relationships or had left for other places. True the occasional woman passes through, but they always leave. He thought, trying to remember the last young woman he had been able to flirt up had been. Weeks? Maybe. Here I am, twenty years old, and I'm wasing my time here sitting between old folk! Please, Oh Holy Matron in the sky... or earth... Please may you send forth a woman that I can at least speak with! He prayed, even position himself as if he were praying to some deity. No sooner had he stopped his mock praying, and opened his eyes, he caught sight of a young, female Neko. Instantly he pushed himself upwards and his eyes locked onto her. My prayers have been answered!

When Aiolios realized that she saw he was staring, and passed by his stand with but a polite smile he fell back into a seated position, feeling embarassed by his actions. Maybe I shouldn't have stared. He pondered, reflecting slightly on his actions before returning his gaze to the female. She was a thin thing, no doubt about that, petite even what with her height. Ahh, I almost feel guilty for jumping up at the sight of her. He thought, thinking she had looked taller when he was slumped on the counter.
Yet, he found himself staring at her eyes, a beautiful amber color that he found difficult to look away from. Where did she come from?

The thought was cut short, the sound of someone's stomach rumbling breaking it with little trouble. It hadn't come from either vendors who, like him, looked about with concern at the sound. Aiolios quickly, as he believed the old man had too, identified the source was the girl. Goddess Above! How hungry could one be to make a sound like that? The girl moved on, and with her his eyes followed. She doesn't look like she has much money either...
Hey, Clay, can we make a deal?

A few minutes later, he was on the street and after the girl, a small basket of fruits and even a loaf of bread in hand. He had bought them, trading even some of his own perfumes for the old man's wife in order to obtain the food. Hardly a sacrifice in his mind, especially if it meant meeting the girl again.
Soon enough he caught up to the Amber-eyed neko, and with a light tap on her shoulder he held the basket up so she could see it and smiled happily. Hungry? He asked, hoping she would accept the basket... and ask him to join her.