Post by sneakingyoda on Oct 4, 2011 20:30:31 GMT -5
In the sunlight dappled market square of Suzail, there stands a woman in a faded blue patchy cloak next to a taller man, with wild black hair. She smiles up to him, digging into a pouch. Taking his hand, she puts a shiny fat copper coin into it and nods. He grins to her and flips the coin into the fountain.
-Kerplop!-
Eventually after enjoying the presence of the square and the fountain for a few more moments, the woman goes inside the wheel with a few rolls of parchment. She returns empty handed, and walks with him from the square. Only a moment of fleeting time, not even that significant to most. But to them, the warm flagstones beneath their feet are not to be traced again.
-Kerplop!-
Eventually after enjoying the presence of the square and the fountain for a few more moments, the woman goes inside the wheel with a few rolls of parchment. She returns empty handed, and walks with him from the square. Only a moment of fleeting time, not even that significant to most. But to them, the warm flagstones beneath their feet are not to be traced again.