The Main Avenues of Sakand

"An excellent idea, Orani! Perhaps after you visit the temple, we can begin! I know just the man to talk to," Dassan informed her. He brought them to a pause by the canals where steps led down to a small dock. An empty boat with a navigator was waiting.

"Let us take the canals. It will be faster, and you can rest," Dassan said, glancing at the pack she carried on her back. If she agreed, they'd climb aboard and off they'd go! If she would rather walk on, Dassan would shrug his shoulders and keep going.

(I guess this is ended, then.)

Walking down the central Avenue of Sakand's high streets was Miroell, Third child of House Oramaj. She was wearing exquisite silk clothes. Exposed waist with jeweled chains decorations around her waist, see-through silk vest on top of restraining bra, and silk bottom-half dress. Long time watchers of Miroell might actually notice that there was certain less... Bounce to her body. Despite Miroell's extensive appearance in the past, she now looked very controlled for once. She didn't hurry her steps, she didn't hit the ground too hard. She took her time and walked very carefully, all of this helping minimize the 'attraction'. Was that the hope? 

And, of course, Mute was walking behind her, Mute's observant eyes watching for any potential dangers from the crowd. People who would attempt to capture, claim, or punish the 'Evil-Dooer', as Miroell's reputation wasn't held in high regards at the moment. 

Miroell continued to make her slow way down the street, ever so carefully. If she could, she would have looked down to see where her feet were landing, even though she had a near-supernatural sense on stepping down very carefully at this point... With her gaze forward, and the crowd parting slightly for the still-noble lady, Miroell would eventually spot the pale-skinned person looking confusingly around, Miroell's eyebrow perking up slowly in curiosity.

Miroell decided to approach the woman from her left, still stepping carefully before stopping a respectable distance away. Then, she spoke in a more common tongue, with a noticeable accent. "Hello, Stranger-From-Far-Away. You skin is a most pleasant shade. Are you tourist?" Apparently, the common tongue wasn't Miroell's strong-suite.

"Oh? What bring you toward palace and garden?" Miroell inquired curiously, taking on a more relaxed position in front of Skarlet, moving her hands together in front of her, her left hand cupping her right. Of course, the arm position emphasizes her bust a bit, but judging by her shoulder position, Miroell seems to be trying to not apply any pressure on them.

Mute, meanwhile, takes up a position three steps behind Miroell, Mute's arms folded behind her back while her smile hinted at a greater deception. Occasionally, Mute's eyes would travel across the crowd around them, giving anyone who stopped for a second longer than she deemed appropriate a hard glare. Which sometimes worked. Sometimes.

Miroell nodded solemnly towards Skarlet as she regaled her tale, Miroell's arms falling lax without any conscious input to use her muscles, though Skarlet's excitement seems to be seeping into Miroell's spirit, despite her short-comings at understanding some of Skarlet's words.

"Oooh, I would enjoy heavily to show places to you!" Miroell exclaims, looking almost giddy with emotions. However, a small palm is quickly placed on Miroell's left shoulder, and the rising emotions are quickly reeled in. The hand did, of course, belong to Mute. Miroell turned her head towards Mute, who was standing behind Miroell, and gave her a quick nod and a wide smile. Mute, who only raised her eyebrow suspiciously, took a step back, removing her hand off Miroell's shoulder.

"Lets see. Places, places..." Miroell thought out loud, still talking in the Common Tongue, before a quick smile erupted from her lips, which was quickly transformed into a cheeky grin. "I know perfect place." Miroell proceeded to offer her right hand towards Skarlet, her cheeky grin still on her face as she waited for Skarlet's permission to lead her to places.

"Oh! Many apologize! I am Miroell, of House Oramaj." Miroell bowed her head slightly, yet even the slightly forward balance seemed to threaten her body to topple forward. Miroell quickly moved her right foot in front of herself, catching herself before she started falling, and then rose up again, her cheeks blushed from the lack of imperiousness. "S-sorry. Much weight." Miroell said without much further explaining, her hand now firmly holding on-to Skarlet's.

"We are go to Bath house! Most certain you will like!" Miroell said, her skin slightly "glowing with happiness". Mute is, of course, following the pair from behind. "Have you ever bathed?" Miroell asked with incredible innocence, once again establishing her trouble with the Common Tongue.

"I do not understand how Outsiders can wear so much cloth! Is it not warm where you from?" Miroell says, still guiding Skarlet through the intricate layout of the ancient city of Sakand. They specifically avoid any perceivable shortcuts, sticking to the main avenue as the travel on wards, with Miroell holding firmly onto Skarlet's hand!

"Is very warm here! Bath regular to avoid odor, yes yes!" Not that Miroell smelled badly. If anything, she smelled like a desert flower, her aroma quite soft and pleasant, and not overbearing like some people like to apply their perfumes.

"That is silly! Why go cold when you can always warm. Silly, silly! Also, if easy burned skin, I will protect! Yes yes." Miroell says as she slows down a bit, letting the parasol actually do its job.

It doesn't really take that long until there's a jam in the traffic. Up ahead, two wagons seem to have collided with each other, the drivers shouting angry words in the Sakandi language, while some servants are trying to calm down the cargo-beasts, something of a cross-breed that has recently revolutionized the trading supply in Sakand.

"Oh. Oh no, no, no... Seems we stuck here a little moment." Miroell says, her hand still holding onto Skarlet's, pulling her in slightly closer, with Mute stepping in closer as well, standing in front of Miroell against the crowd.