10-25-2010, 08:52 PM
Klia munched lightly on his fruit, his golden eyes sweeping this way and that as he watched. He too was wary of slave traders, though as long as they believed him to be nothing but a story teller, he would be alright. Klia told his stories for two reasons. To capture the interest of people who might be willing to venture forth into the desert, and to somehow catch the ears and interest of the royal family. He glanced towards the palace at the city's center and sighed softly. He wouldn't give up.
That intense gaze swept over the marketplace. Watching for a moment as two of the gypsy's wandered away, their tails entwined. It brought a soft smile to his lips, then he tilted his head back some and looked up at the sky. It was a hot day, but nothing compared to the heat he was used to in the desert. To him the climate felt moderately cool. Finishing his fruit quickly, Klia cleared his throat and began talking. Weaving another tale, this story was the one about the heavy hearted king who turned his son away.
Some people stopped to listen, eager children, interested old people, and some adventurous looking young adults. A lot of people passed by, it didn't matter though..Klia was just biding his time really.
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