Post by orion on Sept 12, 2010 13:42:57 GMT -8
June 28, 2011
2:00 p.m.
Orion was resplendant in white. Or at least, judging by the oggling witches, he was resplendant. Then again, many people were just staring at him in general because, despite the suposed heat, Orion was wearing full length white robe of the Saharan tradition. True, the outfit was more an overly long tunic and loose fitting pants, but the way they flowed was no different than the British style robes. And, Orion thought, more comfortable.
So, garbed as an African wizard despite his obvious caucasian heritage, Orion explored. The alleyway wasn't exactly cramped, but compared to Cairo, it was different enough to feel foreign. Clutching Orion's hem was Coobi, a grey-eyed, nervous looking, bald house elf.
"Master...Coobi doesn't like this..bad things have happened here recently and-"
Orion cut the elf off midsentence. "And what, you think that we're going to have bad things happen to us? No, I won't go home, Coobi, for the sixth time now. I know you don't like it, but I need you here. " His tone was scolding, but not harsh. As nervous as Coobi looked, the wizard felt. Orion was just better at hiding his feelings than the young elf.
So many people here, and all of them speaking english. If that wasn't odd in itself, there were almost no dark skinned people, no outdoor butchers, no outdoor apothecary stands...Definitely not Africa. Still, at least the market atmosphere wasn't hostile. And, joy of joys, a book store. Orion ducked into it, basking in the parchment and leather smell of books. Casually, he began browsing.
2:00 p.m.
Orion was resplendant in white. Or at least, judging by the oggling witches, he was resplendant. Then again, many people were just staring at him in general because, despite the suposed heat, Orion was wearing full length white robe of the Saharan tradition. True, the outfit was more an overly long tunic and loose fitting pants, but the way they flowed was no different than the British style robes. And, Orion thought, more comfortable.
So, garbed as an African wizard despite his obvious caucasian heritage, Orion explored. The alleyway wasn't exactly cramped, but compared to Cairo, it was different enough to feel foreign. Clutching Orion's hem was Coobi, a grey-eyed, nervous looking, bald house elf.
"Master...Coobi doesn't like this..bad things have happened here recently and-"
Orion cut the elf off midsentence. "And what, you think that we're going to have bad things happen to us? No, I won't go home, Coobi, for the sixth time now. I know you don't like it, but I need you here. " His tone was scolding, but not harsh. As nervous as Coobi looked, the wizard felt. Orion was just better at hiding his feelings than the young elf.
So many people here, and all of them speaking english. If that wasn't odd in itself, there were almost no dark skinned people, no outdoor butchers, no outdoor apothecary stands...Definitely not Africa. Still, at least the market atmosphere wasn't hostile. And, joy of joys, a book store. Orion ducked into it, basking in the parchment and leather smell of books. Casually, he began browsing.