[Treun is Sua's third home - a familiar one, that allows her no small amount of familiarity. She knows the marketplace like the back of her hand, greeting owners of stalls with a booming voice and broad grin. It continues until she finds her favourite food vendor - an older gentleman with a shardbearer ancestor who makes a soup of stewed goat, spices so fresh that Sua can't believe she isn't providing them, and lentils.
Sitting herself on a nearby stool and wood table, she enjoys the meal by herself, more than happy to sit and watch the world go by.]
Mair
[River ports aren't Sua's usual routes, but the trading company's board had insisted she go and see what changes were overtaking the city. So, with her crew on shore leave, Sua had taken it upon herself to join one of her company's river crews and sail up.
Taking her time to walk the city, Sua notes that enough faces are the same for the change of leadership to probably not be an issue. Probably. This sort of analysis is beyond her, and is a task better suited for her older brother.
But for now, she'll to as asked, and keep moving along, her coat billowing out after her in the cool fall air.]
Sua Nudimmud | Native OC
[Treun is Sua's third home - a familiar one, that allows her no small amount of familiarity. She knows the marketplace like the back of her hand, greeting owners of stalls with a booming voice and broad grin. It continues until she finds her favourite food vendor - an older gentleman with a shardbearer ancestor who makes a soup of stewed goat, spices so fresh that Sua can't believe she isn't providing them, and lentils.
Sitting herself on a nearby stool and wood table, she enjoys the meal by herself, more than happy to sit and watch the world go by.]
Mair
[River ports aren't Sua's usual routes, but the trading company's board had insisted she go and see what changes were overtaking the city. So, with her crew on shore leave, Sua had taken it upon herself to join one of her company's river crews and sail up.
Taking her time to walk the city, Sua notes that enough faces are the same for the change of leadership to probably not be an issue. Probably. This sort of analysis is beyond her, and is a task better suited for her older brother.
But for now, she'll to as asked, and keep moving along, her coat billowing out after her in the cool fall air.]