Private Market Encounters

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

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The market was wide awake. The shops were stuffed, manned by their owners, who shouted their prices like auctioneers. It was necessary too, for the street vendors obscured them from sight. Their stands narrowed the streets leading up to the market square, providing little leeway to the mass of people.

Sakadi welcomed the breeze that tugged at her ornate cloak. It was a hot afternoon, and only the vendors seemed blessed by patches of shade that kept them out of the harsh sunlight. With her hood pulled up, her cloak had a similar effect. Although the mass of sweaty and impatient customers kept the heat in place. Not to mention the smell.

Although Sakadi would not let that ruin her mood. She had, after all, finally found what she came for. A small shop, exclusively selling hand-made ceramics according to old Jedi ways. Collecting ceramic and porcelain pottery, mostly small vases, was a rather recent hobby she had picked up. It was the process of painting them herself that granted her a measure of peace.

That was, if she could get her hands on them.

She shook her head again, lips pursed in a pout. The shopkeeper, a Dresselian with a furrowed brow, folded his arms. "270 credits lady. Lower than that's gonna cost me." He grumbled, and her gaze narrowed. Sakadi held up two fingers, then five. "Oh sure, make it 250!" He exclaimed. "You're asking for a top-shelf product. I put a lotta work in those." Silence followed. Mostly because the mute couldn't talk back. "260." he then muttered, breaking away from her piercing gaze. That, she could do. Sakadi nodded, and offered him a handshake.

A smile played about her lips. Her day had been uneventful so far. Perhaps that was, for once, a good thing.

Iris Arani

 

[Iris Arani]

"So.. You're offering to paint."

"Mhmm! I think your sign could use a bit of color."

"For.. Free." The disbelief in the man's voice was all too obvious to anyone walking by. Just a stall down from the pottery shop a teenage girl with a pack slung over her shoulder smiled and nodded again to the Besalisk vendor in front of her. She'd gotten a lot better at understanding the colors around her, all while being able to pay attention. Part of the reason she was here in such a busy market was to practice just that.

And of course find a place to paint. Legally, for once.

The Besalisk shook his head but reached up to pluck down the sign he had and passed it over. "This better not be some kind of prank, kid."

Iris didn't respond. Instead she smiled wide, took up the sign, and moved to a gap between the stalls to start on her painting with the happiest look on her face. The pack was dropped, cans rattling before she opened it to pluck out one of the various spray paint colors she seemed to always carry on her. It wasn't even five minutes before she, noticeably covered in paint herself, brought out the freshly painted sign.

Much to the merchants delight. He nearly burst out into laughter, mostly at how the various shades of blue and green were dripping from her fingers and covered her cheeks and hair from where she'd rubbed away sweat.

"This is pretty good! Thanks kid!"

Iris gave another smile before stepping away, heading to the next stall right beside Sakadi Marathi Sinvala . Still noticeably dripping with paint as she reached out for one of the vases. "These are pretty!"

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

K N O S S A -M A R K E T -S Q U A R E
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"Do you want a bag or something?" The shopkeeper scratched the back of his head. She could tell how he felt from his surface thoughts. Ossus was located in a corner of the Galaxy - he wasn't used to strangers not speaking his language. That came with a moderate level of awkwardness. He simply didn't know what to expect from her.

She nodded again. "Alright. Gimme a second." He turned, reaching for a drawer behind the small counter set up in the corner. That was when she caught movement in the corner of her eye.

"These are pretty!"

Sakadi tensed up. A girl. Dripping with blue and green paint, was reaching for the porcelain vases on the nearest shelf. The Sephi's gaze shot to the shopkeeper, who still had his back turned to the unfolding disaster.

That was why, before she could really think it through, she reached out. Her thoughts moved through the Force, projected in a disembodied feminine voice.

"Stop! Don't touch that!"

Iris Arani

 

[Iris Arani]

"Stop! Don't touch that!"

Iris froze, and blinked. Her gaze shifted to Sakadi Marathi Sinvala , watching the woman. Then slowly she'd lower her hand, looking towards it. Right. Paint. She laughed nervously, reaching up to rub the back of her head. Which only served to spread more paint through her hair. "Ah, right. Sorry."