Lleannen gave the centaur one last wave as she dissapeared back into the desert. It was early evening, and Lleannen was standing at the gates to Essyrn, the largest city in the desert, the place Cairo had been kind enough to lead her. Over the last few weeks, while Lleannen got her strenght (but none of her memory) back, she had come to greatly respect the centaur, though she had learned little about her. Cairo was obviously trouble, but Lleannen had her own problems, so the silence that was broken only by neccesity had been exactly what Lleannen had needed. She was all but healed, her sword was wrapped in an oiled cloth Cairo had given her and was slung over her shoulder. Though she still felt confusion when she tried to remember who she was, Lleannen felt ready to face the world, and begin her quest... whatever that might be.
She nodded to the guards who eyed her sword suspiciously but let her pass. Inside the city was teaming, with streets of merchants selling brightly woven fabrics, silver and brass pots and pans, one young girl was even selling brightly coloured birds in wooden cages. Lleannen wandered around, a little awestruck, with no money in her pockets. A small boy ran along side her, offering her a bowl of dates, but she waved him away. He stood for a moment, staring at her wings, but then dissapeared into the crowd, calling for his wares.
What Lleannen really needed was money. Or a job. Or both. The desert life had been simple, and though it had been Cairo that did most of the providing, Lleannen had done her fair share of the work, and felt good in doing so. Here life was different. She would need to work hard to fit in, and she didn't have a clue where to start.
She paused on a corner, beside a stall selling assorted desert fruits, and ran a slender hand through her hair. She was still covered in sand, and she mentally added a bath to her list of necessities. She looked around the marketplace, dissapearing beneath the cacophany of noise and movement, and wondered if she was in over her head.
