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Date Posted: 02:17:35 06/23/02 Sun
Sahrien walked through the crowed city streets. Dust and voices clouded the air, though she was outside, it felt as if she was closed in on all sides. But even as the dust and debris had stained most of the other people's clothes and faces, making them look like dirty little children, Sahrien's beauty still shone through the dirt that smeared on her cheek. Her large, almond shaped green eyes surveyed the hopelessly crowded streets of the city. Her long black, curly hair was unbound, and fell down to the small of her back in large, soft riglets at the ends. Her exotic eyes and darkly tanned skin set her apart from the local residents, and earned her many curious stares from people she passed by. But she had grown used to the enquiring eyes upon her in the past few months she had spent in the city. Too small and exotic to be an elf, too tall to be a dwarf, but not human. No one besides Legolas and Faeirex new what Faeries were, and that Sahrien and her siblings were of that race. So, she tried to ignore the puzzled looks from residents and the overly-interested stares from the soldiers and young men.
Sahrien had nearly given up the search for her brother, Arracus, whom she was supposed to meet in the city at noon, when suddenly she heard some sort of commotion going on behind her. She turned to see a crowd of people huddled around one of the stalls. She wove her way through the curious onlookers to the front. From what she could gather, a young man had upset one of the stalls and caused a great mess, severly damaging the stall, and it's contents. A woman, quite obviously the owner of the now destroyed stall, was yelling at the culprit. Sahrien looked at the young man, his green eyes wide with panic, his floppy blonde hair rustling a bit in the breeze, he was only a boy, and this was probably all a large accident. She smiled, this she could fix.
She stepped into the circle the crowd had made around the woman and the boy, "Excuse me," she asked, her voice sounding almost musical compared to the shreaks of the angry stall owner, "Perhaps I can help." The screaming woman went silent, as did the crowd.
"Help?" the woman said, "You'd have to be richer than the King himself to repair this damage!" the woman looked once again in the direction of the scared young man, "No thanks to this little troublemaker. I'm taking you to one of tha palace guards, and have you thrown in the dungeon! That'll teach you good enough!" The woman stormed towards the boy, a few strong men in the crowd grabbed him by the arms and lifted him up before he knew what was happening. Sahrien's eyes widened, she had to do something, "Stop!" she yelled. The crowd went silent. She walked calmly up to one of the men holding the now terrified young man, "Let the boy go, please," she said, rather quietly. Though Sahrien was barely 5 feet tall, and this man a towering giant in comparison, he agreed. Gently, he set the boy to the ground and let go of his arms. Sahrien nodded and mouthed a silent "Thankyou" to the man, "Back away, please! Away, all of you!" she yelled to the now astonished onlookers. Obediantly, the crowd receeded. Sahrien strided up to the puzzled stall-owner as she drew a few gold coins from her purse. She handed them to the woman, "I trust this will fix the damage. Now, take it and leave the boy, he meant you no harm," the baffled woman took the coins, still staring at Sahrien in disbelief, "As for the rest of you!" Sahrien continued, "Leave! There is nothing more for you to see. You heard me, away with all of you. Let this woman and this boy be!" The crowd stalled for a few minutes and reluctantly went about their daily business. Sahrien laughed inwardly, this would be talked about in gossip cirlces for weeks, if not months. This crowd was always hungry for entertainment.
Sahrien turned to the astonished young man, still reeling from the events of the past ten minutes. She smiled, "My name is Sahrien," she said warmly, her musical voice charming the bewilderment out of the boy, he visibly relaxed a little, "These streets are brutal, you must know your way about or you will find yourself in trouble, as you did. I take it you are new to the city," she said, laughing a little. The boy blushed slightly. She grabbed his arm, "Come, walk with me whilst I search for my brother, and you can tell me all about yourself. But first, I shall tell you my name, my name is Sahrien. What is your's?"
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