Second Glance

[Fey Meraska]

Mos Espa​

( @Rimrald )


The market streets of Mos Espa were particularly lively today. At booths people purchased, bargained and swindled along the sides of most every street that took up the small city. It was quite noisy with all the chatter mixed with some overzealous Cantina-goers yelling a ways down, along with the constant beeping of various droids who went about their work. On this day, like most days on Tatooine, it was hot. The twin suns blazed down harshly on the back of every creature who dared inhabit the desert planet.

Beneath Fey's hooded robe she was sweating. Even though her regular clothes consisted of a pair of shorts with a light sand-colored tunic held in place with various wrappings and her boots, it was still swelteringly hot for the native pantoran woman. "What I wouldn't give for a blizzard right about now." The young woman whispered to herself maliciously, as if spite would help her escape the heat. She weaved her way down one street that she had been attracted to because of the slight overhanging of different cloth and overworking beams, which in turn served to block some of the offending heat of it's inhabitants.

She accidentally knocked shoulders with a taller male humanoid, but didn't stop to get a look at him let alone make any sort of apology, and simply continued on her way down the street. It was busy, and most folk around here were too caught up in their business to heed proper manners. Years of this sort of behavior was now natural to Fey.

She maneuvered with no particular destination in mind down the street, glancing occasionally at the booths and what they had to offer. She was in this marketplace with lack of anything better to do, and it was closest to the StarPort in which she was currently waiting for a few colleagues to finish their business at. She knew she had time to kill, and not having anything better to employ herself with decided to stroll. She was regretting that now.

Something flashed out of the corner of her eye, and Fey's attention was drawn to one of the booths on the road. The blue woman pushed her long white hair out of her face, which she had down loose to fall about to her lower back, and approached the booth. Upon closer inspection she found it to be mostly jewelry and other small trinkets, most of which looked hand-made and quite antiquated. Absently, she brushed her fingers against a dusty pendant-necklace, the small stone embedded in it dull with age, but beautiful nonetheless.

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

The blazing heat of the twin suns of Tatooine were enough to drive anyone to exhaustion and Wyatt was no stranger to the fatigue it caused. This was the second day he had spent on this planet, finding some respite under an awning at a small bar that had seating for a handful just outside its door, a window had been inserted allowing the waiter or waitress to deliver drinks on the windowsill without even having to go outside.

Mos Espa was far from charming but like any city it has its nice spots and its gems in the rough among the rough and tumble attitude of the remainder. Wyatt was convinced this was one of those gems as he looked on at the many interesting aliens and humanoids, goods and animals, this and that all going about their business buying and selling in this small market district he had found himself inside of due to its proximity to the SpacePort. He was awaiting the next passenger liner to come in and had the entire day to kill before embarking for Mandalorian space once more, and in the heat of this planet he had taken the liberty to remove the majority of his armor.

Only having his thigh-guards and chest armor on over a simple shirt and cargo pants, Wyatt sat with his gear all packed in a duffle bag at his feet. Weapons still on his person and readily available the Mandalorian was relaxing but not asking to get stabbed by the first drunk alien or back alley cut throat. He took a moment to finish the last of his side-swoop while eyeing the stands across the way from the small bars patio area, taking note of the jewelry stand and the carpet seller before turning to hail the bartender at the window for another round.

Turning to lean on the window and wait he took note of a few shoppers, taking a moment to study what he could about them before deciding in his head if they'd be interesting to talk to or not. It was an odd game he played with himself to pass the downtime when on jobs or in his free time, but a particular stranger caught his attention when a head of snow white hair revealed itself from underneath a hood as the creature bent over.

"No, it couldn't be.."

He said to himself as he squinted for a moment at the other side of the street before pushing off the bar and walking towards the female figure. Coming up on her side he noticed the blue skinned hand as she examined a piece of jewelry.

"Do you think all the -tooine planets are this hot and sandy?"

He remarked from over her shoulder as he came to stand next to her, turning to make sure he hadn't just used an opener on a different Pantoran woman.
@Fey Aadedai

 

[Fey Meraska]

The woman had not noticed that she had been slightly bending over the table to reach the piece of jewelry she touched, and had been blissfully unaware of her surroundings for a small pocket of time. That was until a voice sounded, almost right next to her in her right ear. "KrIfF-" The blue woman couldn't help but jump visibly in place, naturally swinging her head around and attempting to turn her body in effort to see who in their right mind would be this close to her. As fate would have it, she was met with the firm presence of non-other than her previous Mandalorian cantina-companion. The pantoran only got to get a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. She realized when she couldn't fully turn to him without needing to push against him - he was close enough to her that she was slightly pinned between himself and the booth and the other people who took up all other space around them.

Fey was shocked, to say the least. She hadn't given much though to the warrior past when she had seen him last. She had watched him as he left, and returned the extra-long glare that he had given her before just leaving the cantina. She had picked up his holocard after and examined it, turned the card around in her hands a few times before pushing it down in the fabric that surrounded her waist. It had been a curious moment for Fey, and she speculated by his cryptic talking he may have harbored some unfinished words for her. Perhaps he had wanted to continue their conversation they had never been able to properly have. Perhaps he was completely ambiguous in his action and thought of her as someone who would require his services. Fey couldn't say that was entirely wrong.

In attempt to retain some semblance of herself, Fey turned her head back towards the jewelry, and reached out a hand to brush over a collection of old rings, although this was just a way for her to feign an ounce of stability in this predicament that had caught her completely off guard. She willed away the deep blue rush of blush that heated her cheeks that came from shock, adrenaline and something else she couldn't quite place. "Well, if it isn't Wyatt Solus, of Clan Solus." She did her best to sound like she knew he had been there, as if she hadn't just jumped straight out of her boots in surprise. "I had no idea I'd be under your service so soon from our meeting." Fey caught her voice then, bringing it back to a normal tone. She glanced up in that moment, and caught the eye of the vendor who must own the booth they stood before. The short amphibian looking humanoid stared at them in what Fey could only describe as contempt and annoyance. Fey shook it off and went back to her fake interest in examining the jewelry.

@Rimrald

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt took half a step forward and slightly around Fey to come up next to her at the stand, noticing the small fright he had put in her he motioned with a smile.

"Wasn't sure if I was going to see you again so I had to make sure you could."

His smile was genuine and inviting but not flirtatious as he gave her a once over and noticed how uncomfortable she had to look under the heat and the cloak she wore. Eyeing the direction she turned her head Wyatt noticed the discontent looking vendor and laughed lightly as he looked down to Fey and said.

"If you're not sold on anything in particular you're free to join me at the cantina across the way, the waters cold and the shades not too bad either."

There he began planting the seeds of interest without knowing where they would lead in her head as he turned and walked back. Waiting for a moment for a small group to pass Wyatt took the few paces back to the other side of the street where his drink was waiting in the window for him. @Fey Aadedai [/justify]