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Visha was happy that he got to leave the house. Of course he was only going to the docks and it was a semi straight shot from his house so his mother didn't worry too much. But today he got to bring his dad his lunch! He was working at the docks rather than out at sea so they actually got to see him more!

He had the small basket looped over one arm as he made his way around some of the workers. There were faces he knew and others he didn't. Visha made his way steadily, knowing that the ship his dad worked on was allll the way at the end since that was where the captain liked to be. Not that the little hybrid knew why.

He was busy waving at some of the other workers when he forgot to pay attention to where he was going and bumped into someone's leg. Let's face it that was as far as he was going to reach on a full grown Alk. Blinking he tilted his head back to stare up at the person.

He blinked several times as if the woman's words didn't register. What did he want? Visha didn't think he'd said anything. Unless the lady meant him bumping into her. Then he could understand that. But it hadn't been on purpose.

Finally the boy shook his head before verbally answering. "Nothing. I wasn't paying attention. Sorry for running into you." He had the common sense to step back after that, putting some space between him and the Alk. Although he did continue to look at her. He liked her markings and the color. He thought they were pretty and he wondered if he could ever have something similar. He knew his dad had tattoos but they looked different.

The woman was rude. That much was clear by her impatience and words. So when she asked him if he had a staring problem he gave her a look for a second before he moved his gaze to the crate she was carrying. "Yes. You are pretty." His little shoulders moved up with his words.

When something was pretty you looked at it. At least that was what he always thought. Pretty things in the market got looked at. Pretty animals were looked at and cooed over. Even pretty people were looked at and complimented.

After a moment he looked back at the Alk to see if he could notice different markings as she moved around. Visha was curious if they were all the same or not.

"Are you deaf?" He asked innocently.

Then the woman said she wasn't pretty and he had to give her a deadpan expression. "Yes you are." He told her matter-of-factly. His free hand, the one without the basket hanging from the arm, moved to point to her face. "You have pretty markings and the color is very nice." The hybrid boy smiled at that. "Almost looks like the clear oceans of Matori." The marks were darker but still.

He looked at her clothes next though. He made a small face of disapproval. "You should dress prettier though."

He shook his head slightly. Since he was mostly at home he didn't see too many people. When he did go out to the market with his family he saw the usual walking about. Obans. Matorians. Hybrids. Sometimes Yaeli that newly arrived off the ships. At the docks it was usually the same. "I think you're the first one. Pretty sure I would remember seeing beautiful markings like those."

When the woman then said that clothing was nothing more then clothing he brought his brows together in a frown. "Clothing helps express who you are. If you're pretty then you should dress pretty to show it off." He moved his head slightly to the side as he looked up at her. "My moma has a bunch of dancers outfits. I can ask her for one. I bet she has one to match your markings." Or maybe something close to it.

He made a face as she said she wasn't a dancer. Visha could clearly tell that. His mother was and she took pride in her looks. Kept her hair nice, wore flowers in it, dressed pretty, and even took care of her skin. No rough or dry patches that sometimes could be seen on warriors. Not to mention he couldn't see his mother lifting crates for any reason. But there was something in the way the woman said what she said that made the little hybrid boy suspect he should be offended for his mother and her career choice. Not that he fully understood the why of it.

Thankfully he was distracted when the Alkidike asked what his clothes said about him. He blinked his eyes and looked down at the outfit he had on. Sure he got to pick what he wore but his mother is the one who bought the clothing originally. "That my mother buys my clothes." He looked back toward Ai and giggled. "When I'm older my clothes will be much better."

He took the time to shift the basket from one arm to the other since it was getting a little heavy. Of course that meant Visha's center of gravity also shifted as he leaned to the side. "Well of course!" Who would wear something ugly? Besides, he wanted something with a nice design and maybe some sewn in beading to go along with his many bracelets.

"I've been looking at a few things. I think I want a skirt for better movement." His pants often got in the way when he was trying to perform dances or splits. "And as much as I like the pretty flowy stuff, it gets caught on too much. So I think skin tight is the best way to go for a shirt." The boy nodded his head somewhat as he mused aloud.

As he looked at the Alkidike a bit more, this time taking in her clothing, he tilted his head to the opposite side. "When you move your body moves really well. I think you should have a skin tight dress. Maybe with a thicker fabric though since it looks like you use weapons." He motioned to her hands and arms. His dad used weapons and they were similar. Rough and muscular. "And you can always put stuff around your hips to draw attention there. My moma does."