Caelan was back at the market district for a more thorough search of it for things that would be of use to him after his prior visit before getting settled in. Even if he didn’t find what he was looking for (instruments), he still gained much from walking the streets and among the many people who he’d joined in living in this world. Getting a feel for the community, the way traffic ebbed around certain parts of the city and flowed steadily in others.
Eventually he found his way back to the open air market, meandering about for a while. The jewellers wares were particularly of interest, as much as his sea glass accessories were apparently to them. It was a merry little conversation, putting him in a rather pleasant state of mind. After all, Caelan was a very social sort of fellow and a day or two in to his stay in this world, and he already missed both his crew and pod. Even if he didn’t trust most humans as far as he could throw them they presented interesting distractions, and a few had already proven to be worthy of some benefit of the doubt.
He soon found himself at the fishmonger stall, sure he could always head down to the harbour to grab himself lunch on his own, but he was curious about the selection and wondered if that might need improvements. Quite unsure how he was supposed to help the world out, he supposed a fish song or two might help whatever fisherman they got their stock from if it were lacking. His attention is drawn away from the fish however, a small curious head tilt shifting in the direction of Arkady as she voiced her excitement. Well now, how could he help himself from offering a suggestion?
“I’m rather partial to herring or salmon, that is if you’re looking for an opinion.” He spoke up, voice lilting pleasantly as he stopped next to her. Caelan was relaxed enough, Inverness coat left open for air to reveal a neatly pressed white shirt and a black waistcoat, hair pulled up with a few of his sea-glass hairpins. The selkie does take a moment to glance at her feet. Not because he’d question her shoeless state so much as being vaguely envious that she dared to. Shoes were, after all, the worst.
C. Let’s Go Shopping
Eventually he found his way back to the open air market, meandering about for a while. The jewellers wares were particularly of interest, as much as his sea glass accessories were apparently to them. It was a merry little conversation, putting him in a rather pleasant state of mind. After all, Caelan was a very social sort of fellow and a day or two in to his stay in this world, and he already missed both his crew and pod. Even if he didn’t trust most humans as far as he could throw them they presented interesting distractions, and a few had already proven to be worthy of some benefit of the doubt.
He soon found himself at the fishmonger stall, sure he could always head down to the harbour to grab himself lunch on his own, but he was curious about the selection and wondered if that might need improvements. Quite unsure how he was supposed to help the world out, he supposed a fish song or two might help whatever fisherman they got their stock from if it were lacking. His attention is drawn away from the fish however, a small curious head tilt shifting in the direction of Arkady as she voiced her excitement. Well now, how could he help himself from offering a suggestion?
“I’m rather partial to herring or salmon, that is if you’re looking for an opinion.” He spoke up, voice lilting pleasantly as he stopped next to her. Caelan was relaxed enough, Inverness coat left open for air to reveal a neatly pressed white shirt and a black waistcoat, hair pulled up with a few of his sea-glass hairpins. The selkie does take a moment to glance at her feet. Not because he’d question her shoeless state so much as being vaguely envious that she dared to. Shoes were, after all, the worst.