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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 22:30:30 GMT -8
The docks bustled with people and their noise. Sea Gypsies sold fish right from the decks of their red hulled ships, and the Yebban local merchants sold wares from stalls built right into the docks. Up a ways from the mess of a water market, scrubby trees clung to the slate-like beach and further into the island. They were cut off by a low tan brick wall covered in ivy. Red flowers stood out among the warm colours of the cobbled street that ran up the hill to the main center of town. The city glowed in the blaze of an Autumn sunset. As the sun sunk lower behind the great fish's back, the market settled and the stalls grew quiet. Up the road to town, streetlights were lit by oil carrying men in long robes, giving the city a new glow.
The girl walked up that cobbled street, looking out of place. Her long hair dangled with beads and rings that clinked as she moved, and mixed with the sounds of her long red skirt and top.
"Gypsies should sleep on their ships." muttered a lamp lighter as she walked past him."I don't want no riff raff clogging up my city."
The girl walked past him, without a word.
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