It seemed like a while had passed since Amari had revealed to his best friend Siirna about the fact he was male. It had lifted his spirits that she had accepted him so whole heartedly, didn't freak out or ask any uncomfortable questions. Beaming his smile was plastered on his face, a nice shade of lipstick on his lips he always had prided his appearance. Some may of considered him vain and yes..he was, though it could of been his life time of perfecting his disguise that played into his obsession with his appearance.

A basket at his hip he swayed through the market place, his earrings jingled at his chin and he had to reposition the hair piece he had in his hair. The darn wind just kept trying to muck up his hair. His wanderings though was leading him dangerously close to the borders of Oba and though the war was over it still left many matori uncomfertable being so close. The matori stalls were slowly being replaced by oban ones, though this hardly seemed to phase Amari as he was on a mission.

Inside his basket was a small stockpile of supplies that he and Siirna would need for their trip. Of course a large majority of the items were make up oriented but he had to make sure that his supply would last. Oh and a new necklace for Siirna he couldn't just not get her something!

Giving a dazzling smile as he haggeled with an oban merchant over the price he should probably been more aware of his surrondings, the strange looks he was getting.. Oh well they were probably jealous they weren't as beautiful as him. But for all appearances he looked like a woman, dressed like one, spoke like one and acted like one. Perhaps a more forward woman but still a woman. He was getting looks because he was pretty and he made it very aware that he knew he was being stared at.