OOC - First Dream
He looked at the walls for the second time in his life, tall, towering, impressive. This time, though, he looked at them from the inside. No longer was he trying to invade; those walls were now symbols of safety. The market was crowded as he wandered through it, gathering supplies for his tea shop. He needed to be back in an hour to open on time, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t make it. There were far too many interesting shops to see to worry about timely openings. And far too many ladies to charm. Time was something to be enjoyed, not pushed.
And so he ambled along, flirting and buying, fully aware of the fact that someone would yell at him when he returned, and that the yelling was only a sign of affection. His mind was vague on who the someone was. They mattered, he was sure, but the harder he tried to remember, the more nebulous the thought was. He shook his head and wandered on. Surely it would come back to him. Maybe he should pick up some throat lozenges while he was out, just in case. It wouldn’t do for… that person to have a sore throat. And polish for his tsungi horn. And a new pai sho board, in case friends came for a visit.
There was a stall in front of him with many different types of plants. He loved plants. Clapping his hands together, he nodded to the stall owner before picking through the selection. Aha. Jasmine! He hadn’t found fresh Jasmine in the city in weeks. And now it was his. His day was made.
He remembered the polish and board, but as he headed home, he wondered if there was something he’d forgotten. Probably not.