Streets and Alleys of Ozmodias

"Oh, I'm not afraid of dragons," Rosamond told Eve with a smile. "Or, well, I should say, I have a healthy respect of them so I tread carefully. They're just like all the other beings on this planet."

She pauses in the walk and turns a little to look back at Robert and the curious Bennik. "You're hopeless," she said affectionately to Robert, a pretty smile on her face and a warmth in her eyes as she regarded him.

"Can we PLEASE get to the Butchery now?" she asked. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in Eve or Stiria; it was that a villainous murderer running loose in Ozmodias took precedence.

Eve followed the two graciously, quietly observing as people stopped to talk to the handsome mayor and his lovely cousin. She found herself feeling out of place as they made their way to the Butcher's Butchery.

[Thread Change to Butchery]

<enter fro Ozmodias Harbour>

Lord Alecos Sorrowsong walked along the streets and alleys, wondering where the best place to get decent food was. He supposed the innwas a good place to start as any.

He continued to stride along the corridors, keeping a careful lookout for pickpockets and other cretins. He would no doubt present an attractive target, considering his appearance.

Giplor had opened the door, and upon her third step from the door, he closed it behind himself. The people were moving, the birds were squawking, and bees were buzzing. The sky above was an open field of blue. Not a cloud separated Ozmodias from the Sun.

"It is beautiful today! The more days we have like this, the busier the city is." Giplor spoke to Nereida as he gazed into the sky.

The carriage that Nereida had looked upon in the night was more beautiful in the Sun. All the pearl and metal accents glistened, definitely standing out in the streets. The other carriages in the area were made of leather and wood or steel, and the horse were half the size.

Standing beside the carriage was an Atlantian Knight who had the carriage door open. On the other side of the door opening was another Atlantian Knight. The Knights were also the drivers of this carriage.

Giplor would offer for Nereida to enter first. Should she enter, she would find the interior to be made of white leather and silver accents. To cover the windows were drapes made of a blue silk. A beautiful, but simple design. It was the inside of a carriage, there wasn't much extra to add to it beside fancy details in the leather and wood flooring.

Before Giplor got on he noticed a flower vendor on the other side of the road that was just setting up. There was no flower like the one Nereida had before, but he did see one that he thought was just as beautiful.



He'd rush back to the carriage, quickly hopping into it an sitting in his usual spot to the far right on the back seat. There he sat with the flower in his hand, looking back and forth between it and Nereida. He'd break off a majority of the stem, leaving only six inches.

"I know it is not the flower you came with, but I thought you could make this flower as beautiful as you did the last one. Unlike most women, you give the flower it's beauty; the flower does not give you beauty." He spoke as he offered her the flower to tuck into her hair.
 
As he offered the flower, the carriage door closed and the knights took their seats as drivers. The horses would begin to move forward and with them came the carriage. The drivers made sure no to go too fast. They wanted to give Giplor and Nereida a smooth ride; at this time there was no need to rush.

"Exactly, Raulio," Rosamond said to one cousin, while the other still tried to boss her around. Was he even older than her? The three of them together made quite an eye-catching trio, with Raulio and Robert charming and good looking, one as an artist, the other as a lord, and Rosamond was pretty enough to warrant an appreciative look, especially with that thigh high slit in her skirt.

"If you two are too scared, Megan and I can take it from here," Rosamond said to her cousins and looked at Megan for back up. "Now, if I were an octopus salesman, where would I be..."

Rosamond began to blatantly look around.

"I think I liked you better when you were nagging at me to get married," Rosamond said, lightly teasing Robert with a warm gleam in her bright, lavender-blue eyes.

As she looked around, she caught sight of the puddle in the alleyway and moved over to touch it with only a fingertip. "Hmmm. So he was here this morning," she said, looking up and around. She stood up and moved to Raulio and his sketchpad.

"Raulio, do you mind if I--" Riiiiiip! she took the picture from his sketchbook. "Thanks!"

Bossy little bint. She handed the picture to Robert. "Go give that the police. or the guards. Or whatever they're called. And tell them to go find this guy."

Raulio blinked a couple of times. "Rosamond! Wait up!" He ran after her. No amount of fear would get in the way of his inspiration!

Besides, his pencil was pretty damn sharp!

Megan is with the party, "So where is this person?"

Robert, running to call the watchmen, runs straight into Lord Sorrowsong, the picture of the octopus seller flying from his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir. I must bring this to the constables, it's a picture of the killer. Actually..."

He picks up the paper and fumbles with it, unfolding it. Sorrowsong would recognize the crooked, out-of-sync octopus seller from the docks.

"Have you seen this man? He's a wanted killer."