It was an ordinary day, especially for Tammire. For one, the kids and his wife were taking a trip to the library, leaving him home alone to do...whatever he wanted to do. He sighed as he wandered about the house, looking for a piece of parchment. He didn't find any and he took a black ragged cloak and flung it on himself and stomped out the door. He didn't even bother to open it- he just walked right through, which was one of the advantages of being a "ghost". This was something to do, at least. He put his hood over his face as he entered Suna, Thanatos's city, looking for paper to write/ doodle on. He was bored for sure, and so could have blamed himself for what happened next.
Tammire sighed as he strutted past people, carts and beasts, not really paying attention to much. He would have ran, but then he would probably have ran over someone or worse: caused chaos. And so Tammire grinned and waved in a friendly way, secretly wanting to go home and lock himself in his room. He wasn't feeling social today, probably because his wife had been acting weird lately. A knock on the shop echoed throughout the building as the man basically walked through the shop door, a mysterious smile on his face. Without a word the ghost picked out some paper and handed some shillings to the curious keeper, and without even a "thanks" Tam strutted outside to the busy streets of Suna.
He gripped the parchment tightly as he smelled some food cooking, and wondered what food actually tasted like. What did the word "taste" actually mean? He had no memory of eating, ever, so of course he was curious. He wondered if he should just try to eat some hot bread, but shook his head at the thought and continued down the street. That was nonsense. Tammire whistled a little as he walked, looking for ink now. He went in and out of another store quickly, like a flash of lightning. Now that he had the stuff to start drawing, he looked for a place to sit down. He was starting to like the fresh air, it felt soothing in his lungs and refreshing as the wind flew by his ears. He smiled lightly as he found some stairs in front of a church not being used, so he sat on the side, enough for someone to walk past him, and started to draw a funny looking tree. It's branches went all wacky and it's trunk was way too thin. He smirked as he tried to make the picture better, mumbling to himself.
Suddenly, someone bumped into him and he dropped his ink and parchment. Somehow the paper seemed to float away, and Tammire picked up the ink with an annoyed look and hurried to try to get his drawing back. This mission was harder than it seemed, as when Tammire was so close to touching the drawing it seemed to escape again. He growled and almost gave up when it finally landed in front of a woman. He sighed, stepped on it so it couldn't float away again and picked it up gently with his pale fingers. "Stupid.... wind..." Yeah, like this was the wind's fault. He swore under his breath as he saw the ink had smeared- practically ruining his painting. He pushed his hood off and folded up the paper- well that had been a complete waste of time. Oh well.
With a sigh, he started to head back home, wondering if his family were back from the library. Suddenly, he heard a cry coming from the end of the street, and his frown deepened as he saw a crowd had formed. "Oh- not another fight"He muttered, freezing in place, wondering what to do. Should he go intervene, or ignore it? Surely some knight would come stop it, so why should he? What if his master was waiting for him at the house? This possibility made him smile, and he decided to call it a day and head home.
But he walked slowly, as if he was waiting for someone to protest and give him reason to stay in the city.
This was just an ordinary day indeed.
