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Amber rose eyes flickered over the crowd scanning quickly before pulling back before he could draw to much attention. Jysayne moved away from the crowd, careful where he stepped in barefeet. Games, his mentor wanted to play games with him. Just peachy.

The younger was not wearing the long elegant kimono robes, instead a simple outfit of gray cotton with an obi sash to hang his fan and long wide sleeves to keep the small needles not in his pined up hair. Of all things, hide and seek in the city? Was that suppose to help him train to be an assasian?

Jysayne sigh, eyes half lid, just his luck.

And it seemed he wasn’t the only one on some training exercises if the group of warriors was anything to go by. Judging by attire, stance, and just basically attitude they were foreign. It was a bit odd considering most foreigners came to Underk’Thoz for trade in the various magical implements created by the masters of East Dark. He should know having been born amidst traders instead of in a house the rates such weapons and artifacts went for. These where students surely they did not have the funds to buy weapons or even armor at the moment so why were they in his home city? Surely they where not interested in art. He snickered at that. Perhaps it was a reward for surely a group exercise would just draw attention.

Jyses smiled sweetly as one of the warriors gaze fell on him. Not bad looking. Different color eyes paler then his so the yellow was more noticeable. The amber in his eyes tended to look more orange next to the softer color iris not red but more rose. Short hair was not a plus. It turned into a brief stare which just made him even more amused. Strange, he was getting the odd feeling the other was trying to warn him away. Question was from what?

Jysayne bounced slightly on his feet, watching the group disperse to who know where. Lets see…continue to search for his mentor or figure out what this odd group was doing in his home. Decisions, decisions, Jyses grinned eyeing the shop the other had slipped into. Silks, lace, ribbon? Mind made up he whistled a little bit of a tune sliding after the other into the shop.

Jyses breathed deeply the scent of cloth and light incense, eyes half closed as he took in the pleasant stillness. He walked slowly about the shop on quite bare feet, ignoring the slightly scowl from the proprietor. His feet where clean thank you very much and his Matron was a valued customer. Eyes flickered catching the same male warrior standing next to the display of ribbons.

A slender brow arched at the grim line set on the others lips and chin. He looked down at his clothing from the plain but well cut shirt with long sleeves, to the soft charcoal pants to his bare feet wrapped in strips of cloth. Certainly his appearance or attire couldn’t make such a frown on such a face. Perhaps he was just uncomfortable being so out of place. He did stick out like a sore thumb amidst the delicate forms of feminine beauty.

“Matter who you are buying them for really,” Jyses replied at ease. “The one of the left is more simple but such a delicate shade of ivory and the patterns are geometric quite fitting for the sleeves of a kimono or a dress shirt. The one on the right is a deep warm violet quite simple and the width suggest its to be worn as a hair ornament.”

Jyses lips pursed slightly as he fought and won against bursting into laughter at the warrior’s expression. It would not endear him to the man he wanted to question as to why he was in his city. While his face remained smooth his eyes danced watching the blame be put firmly on the ribbons. As if the little scraps of fabric had anything to do with the blunder.

“Of course, it’s not unusual for men folk to get the two confused,” Jyses said soothing a hint of amusement in his tone. “While the thicker ones can work as hair ornaments they tend to be a bit more difficult unless its part of an ornamental head dress.” His sisters certainly had discovered while elegant wide ribbons needed a second pair of hands usually to make sure the knot, bow, and what not draped correctly.

Dark toes wiggled at the appraisingly glaze, eyes turning half lidded. Really didn’t they teach children that staring was rude? Or if you had to look do it with a little more dignity? “Like what you see?” He asked voice taking a warm husky sound with a hint of sarcasm buried deep. Certainly his mentor had heard such tone more then once.

“Mmm, well perhaps I was just wonder why such a group of foreign students suddenly descended in the market place? Specially when they do not seem to have the means to buy the weaponry East dark is so framed for. But if it’s merely to buy hair ribbons for younger sisters I suggest remembering the color of her favorite outfit and going from there.”

The full spreading blush was surprising and Jysayne wonder if that fabulous color trickled down to spread across neck and shoulders. How innocent could the warrior be? “Don’t worry darling, you’re not my type,” he drawled out “if you grew your hair out a little bit, well maybe,” more sarcasm. He was happily seeing someone at the moment.

“I thought not, though it seems odd to reward good performance with such a trip.” Jyses shrugged back a shoulder. Unless they believe showing such a tempting prizes would make the warriors all the more willing to battle in a chance in receiving such fine weapons sometime in their life times. His needles where such fine works. The needles had been passed down the family from his grandmother, to his mother, and finaly himself. His fingers slid across them in his sleeve.

“I guessed, judging by the remarkable coloration that spread across your cheeks and ears you would be horribly straight. But if a touch more feminine is all that is needed, well I certainly can change clothing and toss my hair up into something,” Jyses mocked calmly. “Needless to say you appear much at place in here,” he motion to the store and delicate bits of finery, “as a drider in a library.”

“Ahh, but if one does not question ones masters one does not really learn.” Jysayne was quite at easy with verbal sparring having held his own with six elder siblings. And snipping at his tutor when sullen and pissed.

“Llurth Dreir, pleasant place. Warm.” Jysayne relaxed having learned more then he thought he would from Valyrr. “You can call me Kai if you wish and such I must be going. Perhaps if you have a taste for feminine boys you might want to try the brothel about three streets down."

"About,"Jyses paused thinking back to the last time he rode with the carvan. "Ohh two..three years ago?" He questioned himself. Most of his memories of Llurth Dreir where faded but for the main attractions of the cities. Such as the liquid, flowing lava and the umm scarfices into the molten rock. It was hard not to remeber the stench of burning flesh. His nose wrinkled slightly as the thought brought up that smell again. Disgusting. And it had ruined all the charm of the city for him.

"Been about everywhere at least once really. Family was traders till recenlty." After the whole sold thing, the only one continuing the round was his elder brother. The rest had left on their own paths and his parents had retired. Somewhere..he certainly had not seen them about the city.