Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Subject: Little Kithran Pt. 1 of 5
1st Day, Weitoor, 432 E.R., Calestra, Coria, The Gate of Marches
“You got it wrong again.”
“Oh, did I?” Randel Aldeath glanced back at his daughter, lounging in the shade of his covered cart as he steered them into Calestra. This was the grandest city in all of Antaron, as far as he was concerned. A beautiful, living, breathing city, so full of life and opportunity.
“Yes,” the seven-year-old didn’t even give him the dignity of looking up from her new Syl doll as she patronized him, “It’s supposed to go, ‘take me and my air, my heaven, my beat.”
“What did I say?”
She mocked him in the deepest voice she was capable of making, “Take me and my hair, my cousin, my teat.”
“Yes, but I created the song. Shouldn’t I reserve the right to change the words or tune as I go?”
She finally tilted her head as far back as it would go so she could glare upside down at his back, “No.”
He grinned, nodding to a busy passerby, “And why’s that?”
She went back to flipping the doll in various acrobatic movements, “Because it’s not fair.”
“Not everything is fair, Kithran.”
“I know . . .” the doll landed on its head on her stomach, “but I can’t sing with you if I don’t know the words you’re gonna use.”
He chuckled, “I suppose you’re right. That is a very good point. Alright, you win again my clever little peanut.” He heard he snicker at the endearment, “Once we’ve completed a song, we won’t change the lines, deal?”
“Deal, big peanut!” She giggled.
“You enjoyed that one, huh?” Randel glanced back again in time to see her and her doll nodding profusely.
“It’s much better than ‘sassy corn’.”
“Well, you were being a very sassy corn that day, I don’t know what else I was supposed to call you.”
Kithran jumped up and spun around, nearly tripping over her new blue dress as she did so, and grabbed onto the back of Randel’s jacket when the cart lurched, “I have never been a sassy corn!” Using her grip on his back to steady herself, she jumped up to sit beside him and was immediately distracted by the grandeur of Calestra, Quin’Aire, the Alabaster Castle, rising before them to the north, “It’s so big.”
He nodded, “And beautiful, huh?” Randel tugged the horses around a right corner and the impressive figure of House of Bells stole Kith’s attention for a brief moment, before another wonder came into view.
* * *
Her father always told her to stay near, but how could she be expected to think about what was near with the world of the Calestra marketplace open around her? Every merchant, every trader, every artisan, mercenary, mother, child, noble, everyone knew that you could find anything in Calestra, if you simply sought it out. Wares came not only from Coria, but from countries all across Antaron, even Sylvaria sometimes.
And so Kithran wandered, unaware of both her surroundings and how far she had stepped away from her father’s stall. Not that any of that mattered. Glass and gems glittered at her, dolls danced around her, and hawkers screaming pitches for their products above her. Calestra was the greatest city in the world, as far as she was concerned.
As she made her way through the swaths of locals and tourists, consuming the wares of the incredibly gracious merchants, a bright red glint caught her eye from a few stalls down. Kithran locked eyes with the item, and dodged through legs and angry adult swipes to a stall selling what seemed to be some fancy wines. The owner was busy with their customers, but it wasn’t the wine that had caught her attention. It was an intricate trinket, hanging with many others, on the side of the stall. The bottom half of the item was an awkward silver cone shape, but the top half was a ring of multiple red stars, all inlaid in a silver encasing.
It was beautiful. The most beautiful item Kithran had ever seen at least, and the half-Syl stall owner was still so busy. And so was her father, who would never even consider giving her the money to get something so lovely and rare anyway.
She looked to her left, and looked to her right, and when she was sure no one was looking, she reached for the item. As quickly as she could, she snatched the trinket from where it hung and shoved it into her pocket. Her heart raced, but she looked left and right again and the coast was clear. She had only to disappear back into th--
“Hey!” A young voice shouted from above her, and she looked up to see a much taller boy sitting atop the stall, pointing a long, sharp knife at her, “I saw that,” he squinted and as he leaned forward she saw his ears were long and pointed as well, “put it back now and I might not kill you.”
She raised her empty hands up in protest, “Put what back?” More afraid of getting into trouble with her father than the boy’s threats, she glanced around. It was still mid-afternoon, the sun was high and the market pathways were crowded, “I haven’t do-” she jumped back into a particularly dense group of people and sprinted off. Dodging more legs, more wayward swipes, and the calls of people she left behind, Kithran slowed after a minute or two. Huffing for breath, she reached into her pocket, pulling out the multi-starred trinket . . . the twelve-starred trinket. It was going to look so nice at the head of all of her other secret trinkets.
“There you are!” The same lanky, red-haired Sylvari boy appeared before her and Kithran hopped backward in surprise, shoving the trinket back into her pocket and catching herself on the skirts of a woman behind her. The pale boy eyed her high and low, noting the irregular bumps in her pocket and pointed the large dagger at it, “Come on now, girl. Give it up.”
The woman Kithran had run into pushed her aside and looked down at the young Sylvari, “And what is going on here? Put that weapon away boy, look around here. Do you think your master would be happy to know you’ve injured a patron, or any of these potential patrons? You’re wearing his crest, for gods’ sakes.”
The boy’s violet eyes narrowed as they turned their search on to the woman and the two attendants on either side of her--both of whom carried full new bottles of Cinderfell’s Red Wine, the fiery waterfall crest of his master’s there plainly on either bottle. Sudden recognition cleared the irritation from his face and he sheathed the weapon, coming to a rigidly straight position and bowing before her, “I sincerely apologize for the trouble, ma’am, I truly wish you no harm, and my master would surely punish me should I have brought any discomfort to you in the least,” With his head down, Kithran slowly attempted to back away behind the kind woman, but a scarlet-clad hand kept her in place, “That child has taken an important trinket from my master’s stall, I wish only to return it to him.”
“Please, child, stand up straight and look at me when you speak. Good.” She turned to Kithran, “And now you. You’ve been lucky enough to be spared this boy’s blade, empty your pockets.”
Kithran’s small face scowled up at the woman swathed in red, and was still unable to run away. The lady was gripping the back of her collar so tightly. Instead she looked angrily back into the Sylvari’s strange violet eyes and shoved her hands down into her pockets, but there was nothing there. She looked down and didn’t see the trinket anywhere, but turned her pockets inside out all the same.
“See?” The woman said, "you must have been mistaken."
The boy scowled this time and took a furious step toward Kithran, “Why did you run then?!”
She looked down, “You scared me.”
The woman watched the boy visibily deflate, but before she could say anything to diffuse the situation further he took another, lighter step forward and put his hand on the little girl’s shoulder, “I am sorry, I guess I must have been wrong. I don’t know how to make it up to you but, I guess, if you ever come by the stall again I’ll get you a new wine bottle plug myself! Is that okay?”
Wine bottle plug? Kithran was glad she was looking at the ground, because the look of confusion on her face would most certainly have given away her deceit. Instead she just nodded.
The boy stood again, “Okay, good. Ask for Castien. Or Cast, I guess, if you must.”
“Thank you Castien,” the woman replied, “I’m sure our little friend here would love to take you up on that some day. What is your name, girl?”
Kithran looked up again, the hesitation in her voice now becoming real and not just an act, “Kithran.”
“And I am Tara Ikhari, a Laughing Maiden of Shinara.”
Cast’s eyes grew wide for a moment, before bowing once more and taking his leave. Kithran too had attempted to slip away, but the Shinara maiden still had a grip on her. Before Kithran could say anything however, Tara crouched down beside her and pulled her stolen . . . bottle plugger thing out of her sleeve, “Kithran, darling, do you believe in luck?”
Kithran’s attention was engulfed by the majestic item, and she slowly reached for it as Tara slowly drew it away from her, “I dunno, yes.”
A grin touched the side of Tara’s lips, “Very good, because she seems to believe quite a bit in you.” As Kithran grasped for the item, Tara flicked her hand down, easily dodging her advances, and padded her on the nose with the cone of it.
Thrown off-balance for a second and almost falling into the rose-colored Maiden, Kithran caught herself and glared back up at her.
Tara laughed and held the stopper upright, presenting the ring of the twelve red stars. Kithran grasped at it again and caught nothing but air as Tara flipped it to the side, and then back up again, “This is the symbol of the goddess of luck, Shinara, of whom I am a Laughing Maiden.” Dodging another of the little girl’s swipes, she chuckled and tapped her on the forehead with it this time, “Persistent, aren’t you?”
Kithran stood back and Tara could see her eyeing her escape in lieu of her failure to procure the lovely wine bottle stopper. The Maiden held out her hand, letting the stopper rest free on top, “The Scarlett Mistress has looked favorably on you today, Kithran, and I am sure it will not be the last time.”
The little girl’s black eyes were skeptical as she stared at the trinket in Tara’s hand. She reached out, slowly, and the palm stayed put. In a flash she snatched it free once more and hopped back so that the annoying woman would not be able to take it again. She wasn’t entirely sure how the lady had gotten it in the first place.
“If you’re ever feeling lucky, or are ever in need of some, the Long Gamble will welcome you as one of their own, as long as you carry that pendant on you.”
Kithran looked down at the silver prize in her hand and her hopes lifted, “I thought this was just a thing for wines?”
“That is, yes,” Tara stood, “I am, of course, speaking of the pendant on your lapel, darling.”
The girl looked down to find a more intricate, more finely designed version of the red ring of stars encased in silver attached to her lapel. These stars were not the uniform red of the stopper, but each a different shade, from the lightest pink to the deepest, darkest crimson.
“I hope to see you there soon, darling,” and with that the Laughing Maiden faded into the crowd, leaving Kithran to try to figure out how to get back to her father’s stall on her own.
She really should have stayed near, she decided.
Luckily, she found him before too long.
Posted on 2019-10-15 at 23:11:30.
Edited on 2020-02-12 at 14:56:04 by breebles
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