[p] el cielo es azul

Tlantli Kimaris · 02-25-2012, 04:47 AM

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Tlantli is by Alaine!

It hadn't been terribly long since Tlantli's last excursion to the city. In fact, her last visit had been rather recent -- she and Miqui had traveled by horsecart and met up with Salvia, and salvaged quite a bit of loot useful for their clinic project. Today the flaxen-haired woman had come to the city for her own purposes. She needed to amass her wealth now -- as the yellow-haired woman did not intend to harm Salsola in order to achieve her goals, she'd come to Halifax on her lonesome and on foot. It had taken her several hours to run the distance from Salsola to the edge of the city. Her Optime form was not preferred for such long runs, but Tlantli did not wish to spend the night in the city, and she would need to conserve her energy if she wished to keep to her plan.

She was looking for one sort of store in particular. This trendy district had many shops and storefronts, all of them slowly decaying with the march of years. None of the stores she'd seen thus far were quite what she sought, however, and the woman continued onward, carnelian eyes passing over busted windows and collapsing wooden doorframes. As the yellow-haired coyote made her way down the empty streets, her hope began to wane, and she stared to consider entering a home rather than continue exploring in hopes of finding the right type of store. Perhaps she'd need to raid a few different homes to find her prizes, but this was preferable to meandering aimlessly until nightfall.

What the tawny coyote sought was adamantine -- anything shiny and of high value. Tlantli's skills were not in the material world -- she could only hope to gain so much trade advantage before having to resort to her body, as she had in Barbados. The prospect did not daunt her excessively, but she feared for the children she hoped to carry. She could not begin such processes until she was more ready to settle, and she did not yet carry them, but she would -- she believed this as earnestly as she had believed Salsola, before. Its scent was scrubbed from her flesh with ocean and sand, replaced by fresh-smelling herbs and other concoctions readily available in the storage area. Tlantli also wore her shoulder guard, covering the scar bearing Salsola's likeness. A burlap sack was tossed casually over one shoulder, though it dangled limp and empty as of yet.

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