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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 6:24 am
Onora Post One
The sun was high in Zena, cold wind blowing sending shivers down the spines of the under-dressed. Onora, the large Matori woman, was one of the few in the area still wearing her native clothing. Her skin would've been turning blue, that is if she wasn't already. Her sandals crunched it's way through the town she was currently residing in, though she didn't know the name.
Her skirt blew against her thick legs as she made her way down to the market. She was hoping to find some new things to cook with, or even just to call her own. She left most of everything, excluding the couple of pots and spoons she had at her room, in her home land. A part of her mind also wished to find clothing so she wouldn't die of frost bite, but she wouldn't hold her breath. There were very few things that fit her robust stomach, but hey: a girl can wish.Heras Box Hope this is a good enough opening lol I'm pretty terrible at them sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:36 pm
Huyana had made it home to Zena to finish up his run before he hurried back to Sauti. His pregnant girlfriend was there waiting for him at an Inn. He just hoped that the baby would wait until he returned before making an appearance. Since he had been in warmer climates he was fairly under-dressed for the icy winds but they didn't seem to bother him too much.
As he was leaving the shop of one of his last customers he noticed something that stood out. Or rather, a someone. From the looks of it she was from the water tribe in the south and boy was she ever dressed for those tropical climates. Normally he'd have ignored this and simply watched to see what happened. But given that he was in a good mood he grabbed one of the spare furs from his wagon and headed toward her. "Excuse me." He called out to get her attention. "Maybe you should put this on. It's a bit chilly here." Luckily the fur he'd grabbed was big enough to wrap around the woman.
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