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It was already late in the evening but the merchant seemed unfazed by the passing of time. He sat, poised and elegant, watching the world around him. He didn’t seem bored but he sat, fingers laced atop the table; below it, he kept his toe tapping to some silent tune in his head. He was tall, by human standards, though while sitting down he didn’t seem particularly threatening. If you didn’t look at his face.
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His tables were somehow both simple and overwhelming; each table was draped with a dark purple tablecloth, all with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the tables were an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled to allow his visitor to pass, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His tables were somehow both simple and overwhelming; each table was draped with a dark purple tablecloth, all with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the tables were an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled to allow his visitor to pass, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
While he had heard of the merchant that would visit Earth from time to time, Gyeongju had never actually visited the man before now. It wasn't that he wasn't curious, it just seemed like things would get busy for himself personally whenever it was time for the merchant to set up shop on Earth once again. This year he almost didn't make it either as he had been too worried for Seung and Terry being missing in one of the rifts, searching for a way to get them back safe and sound, and also taking time to keep his nephews as calm as he possibly could with their parents missing.
The feelings that were tied to the memory of watching Seung and Terry disappear into a tear in the world were still pretty strong and his hand twitched as if he was about to reach for his phone to shoot a text their way to check up on them but he settled down a moment later. While the paranoia will probably last a while, things should go back to normal, at least for a time, now that the festivities were over. At least if the patterned continued like it typically did.
There was still a little bit of time to visit with the merchant however now that the rift situation was solved and everyone was back to where they were meant to be once again. So that was where he was headed right now, to where he could feel the pull of the tiny star that the merchant had sitting on his table, though he only knew of that from rumors. It didn't take terribly long for him to reach the hill that the merchant was set up on, the barrier not being a trouble to him since the energy lead his path and not just his eyes.
Once he was past the barrier however, his stride paused for a moment as he took in what the merchant looked like, mentally going over what he had heard of his looks as well before deciding that the rumors there couldn't quite capture how good looking the man is. The young man shook his head to get it back on track and walked up to where the tables had been set up, giving a polite smile to the mischievous looking visitor. "Good evening." He said, giving a small bow in greeting once he was close enough.
His eyes darted to the tables a few times and their fantastical wears that were held there but he kept pulling them back to look at the merchant. The Korean was torn between being polite to the merchant and looking at what he had out on the tables. After all he head heard a few rumors about what others had found in his possession and even if he hadn't, these were items presumably from other planets. Politeness finally won out and he kept his eyes to the merchant's face for now, deciding that he could always look after.
