Post by Amara Genyses on Jun 15, 2007 14:42:43 GMT -5
Arc walked through the market place, gazing at the wares that were being sold. His dark eyes scanned the goods, his thoughts scattered. His hair fell over his forehead in a way that made him appear younger than he was...and his short stature attributed to this as well. He wasn't terribly short, just lacking a few inches from the height of a man.
Arc approached a cart selling fruits and bought an apple, pulling the coins from a leather pouch tied to his belt, placing the two silver coins softly in the man's hand. He wore gloves on his hands, though the sun shone down on him, warming him uncomfortably through his thick clothing. He wore all he had on his back, and all his possessions were tied to his belt...his money pouch, a sword, and a small bag that held a few personal items.
Arc bit solidly into the fruit, juice running down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. He closed his eyes for a split second, and someone ran into him. He was knocked off his feet, back landing heavily on the stone road.
This happened often...most adults considered him a younger man, his soft looks making him appear to have just crossed the threshhold of teenage years, though he was 19, and didn't care if he was knocked over...but it made no difference to him, he still cursed under his breath.
Arc looked up at the person and smiled. "Thanks...you ruined my lunch." He said, eyeing the apple that had rolled away, into the dirt.
Arc approached a cart selling fruits and bought an apple, pulling the coins from a leather pouch tied to his belt, placing the two silver coins softly in the man's hand. He wore gloves on his hands, though the sun shone down on him, warming him uncomfortably through his thick clothing. He wore all he had on his back, and all his possessions were tied to his belt...his money pouch, a sword, and a small bag that held a few personal items.
Arc bit solidly into the fruit, juice running down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. He closed his eyes for a split second, and someone ran into him. He was knocked off his feet, back landing heavily on the stone road.
This happened often...most adults considered him a younger man, his soft looks making him appear to have just crossed the threshhold of teenage years, though he was 19, and didn't care if he was knocked over...but it made no difference to him, he still cursed under his breath.
Arc looked up at the person and smiled. "Thanks...you ruined my lunch." He said, eyeing the apple that had rolled away, into the dirt.