Aelkennyr Rhiano
Shawn Daysleeper
"I was securing Gamilfûn's official belongings, specifically some of the official records and histories of the settlement, so that it's memory would not fade from the decedents of our clan. I also secured coin from the city's coffers to pay for accommodation and supplies while we wait for Olwë to arrive." As he talks he looks away from Fafnir and does not notice him marveling the strange fruit. He is been striding on ahead towards the inn as he speaks, which is now very close.
((Adelstienn has moved on...))
Fafnir nods absently, as he hears Adelsteinn, but his eyes are on the hearty yellow vegetable in his hand. In Gamilfun, they were able to raise vegetables in raised beds of soil that the farmers worked hard to amend, but none of the produce, which came from their efforts were the size as these. He looks up to comment to Adelsteinn and is startled to find Adelsteinn has moved on, closer to the tavern just ahead. Shaking his head a little, he starts walking toward Adelsteinn, quickening his pace to catch up. "Elder, wait, please, "He calls.
(("Elder, wait, please."))
Adelsteinn turns around at the call and sees Fafnir running up from behind. He notices he is still carrying the fruit, which the elven merchant did not seem to notice is in his possession. Adelstein holds up his hand towards Fafnir. "Hold on, you see all these displays. These goods are not all owned by the community like it is in Gamilfûn... errr I mean, was. If you intend to eat or take something, you have to purchase it with coin or some other service here." He reaches in his bag and hands him a silver coin. "I suggest you go back and pay that merchant, or we may find some trouble in in the back of the pub later tonight."
(("I suggest you go back and pay that merchant.."))
Fafnir pulls up short, looking down at the fruit he still holds in his hand, and then looks back up at Adelsteinn. A bright red flush rises up his neck and creeps across his face, his lips thinning into a tight, thin line. As the Elder extends a coin to him, Fafnir reaches out and curls the Master Brewer's fingers back over the coin offered. His reply comes in clipped, short words, furious with himself. "I ....I did mean.." he stops, his eyes narrowing as he dips into his own pouch. "I can pay for my error, Lord Elder," He continues stiffly. "I would not embarrass our clan so to take a thing that is not mine to own." He turns around, lifting cold eyes to rest upon the elven merchant. Stepping up, he pulls out a silver coin, and in disjointed common, he says,"Will this be coin enough for this?" He lifts his hand and shows the merchant the fruit he holds in his other hand.
(("Will this be coin enough for this?"))
Adelsteinn watches the elf accept the silver coin and give a few copper coins back in change. He then tugs on Fafnir's sleeve to follow. "Lets move over to the tavern, where we can secure our accommodations, and we can discuss the habits of elves further."
(("Let's move over to the tavern..."))
((Fafnir gazes at the merchant a moment longer..))
((He..follows..dogging the Elder's heels.))
Adelsteinn walks further along the street, this time making sure Fafnir is close by. The elder still looks around, taking in all the sights. The ocean washes nearby, just across the street and along the stone piers to their left. There is certainly no shortage of supplies or food in the city. They reach another market stall near the tavern, this one covered with fish and strange fruit. Elven shoppers converse while shopping the wares available for sale.
((Adelstienn walks past without hesitation...))
Fafnir keeps close on Adelsteinn's heels, his face slowly losing the flush of embarrassment and shame of a few moments before. Out, across the street as he swivels his head and gawks, is the sea; endless it seems, and the sound of the water lapping against the pier was at the same time both reassuring and foreign to his ears. The noisy squawking of seagulls cat-calling to each other mingles with the voices of two other elves, one female and one male, as the dwarves walk past them. Their words are musical and lilting to Fafnir's ears, though he understands not a word that passes between them. Adelsteinn walks past without hesitation, or even a second glance, Fafnir notices. But the young dwarf turns and looks at them, open curiosity at the two, at the goods offered; some he recognizes, some strange and exotic. He peeks back down at the fruit in his hand. It, too, is something he has never seen in the dwarven settlement, and he has no idea how it is consumed or how it should be prepared for consumption. Nor, now, will he ask, for his ignorance of this much bigger world swallows him whole, and it feels as if the city is too big, too wide, too crowded. His breath comes in short pants, and he steps even closer to Adelstein.
((..it feels as if the city is too big, too wide, too crowded..))
(("Here we are.."))