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She wasn’t much for the market most days interacting with typical Demacain citizens was very strange to her, and she did not normally hold much interest in it at all. The Half-Dragoness preferred to keep to herself and did so quite on purpose, after all she was surrounded by glass people that could break easily in her presence, like the small porcelain figure she was currently eyeing disinterestedly. But today her wandering flight through the evening sky had taken her to a border town on the Demacian outskirts, and she felt just bored and curious enough to give the noisy town square full of vendors a try. Of course most people gawked or hurried away from her, aside from the vendors of course who pitched pretty much every individual piece of gear to her. Eventually though, a little stand of leathers caught her eye and she wandered over.

Shyvana understood the purpose of leather about as well as she did metal. And that was partially. The concept of armor was easy enough, humans lacked scales after all and needed to protect themselves. But why tanned hides and not metal like she’d been given? She did not ponder this for very long though, for she caught sight of the woman selling the leathers int he first place. Pupils drew to the ears first and foremost with a new swell of curious abandon.

”Oh. You’re a Vastayan.”

She hated going to Demacia. She felt weird here, and not just because of all the weird looks she got for being a Vastayan. But, the sales were good here, and she did not have to come here often so Kal sucked it up. 

Most did not make eye contact with her as they looked at her wares, either due to her clear Vastayan nature, or the permanent glare etched onto her face. This was fine by her, some of them were so off-put they never asked for change. 

So she sat at her post, arms folded and chair propped back as she eyed the passerby's. Nothing really caught her attention until a scaled woman came up to her stand. Her ears pricked up as she looked over the other, she was unlike any other Vastayan she had seen.

At her comment she cocked an eyebrow. “ Yeah. Clearly. Same as you... I think.”

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The snowstorm would keep her for longer than she’d like.

For the locals who’d been caught on their return trips, they kept busy by murmuring among themselves ( at least tonight, maybe two, it’s looking bad ), each casting a guess on how soon the worst of it would pass. Â Others - like her - tried to keep more to themselves, though most soon met with no success as the tables grew full with new guests. Soon, she would be the last (wo)man sitting, her table kept unoccupied as she was able to unfurl her maps & study her next routes.

or so she would be, had the clearing of a throat followed by ‘ya mind?’ not punctured her peace. 

So much for that.

”As long as you don’t mind.” Her reply will be her only acknowledgement of the newcomer, eyes still fixed to her map. “I am in the middle of something.”

She considered that a yes, so she pulled out the chair and collapsed into it with a thud, followed by the slightly softer thud of her pack hitting the ground. She waved a server over, asking for whatever was hot. 

As she settled in she couldn't help but look over to what the other person was doing. She seemed very intent, meticulously plotting out where she was going. Kal noticed one thing, however. 

“Don’t want to go that way.” Kal, still leaning back in her chair, pointed to the route the woman was planning. “Frost Guard have claimed that area, they aren’t to keen on lettin’ anyone through.”

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{ @michael-the-primordial-mage } Kal raised an eyebrow at the tall man that approached her small market stand. While he wasn't too out of place, he certainly did not seem to be from the Frelijord. She could never understand why anyone travels here. But nonetheless she sat up in her seat, arms folded across her chest. "Need something?"

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A snow storm raged as Kal managed to make her way inside the building. She had no idea it was an inn until she wretched herself through the door, but Kal counted her lucky stars that it was a hospitable place, there had been many times where this situation did not turn out so well.

Snow cascaded from her as she removed her hood and looked around. There were a fair amount of people here, all looking to be similarly trapped by the ferocious storm outside. She was going to be stuck here for a while. 

A pang in her stomach quickly shot eating up to her first priority, so she shook off some more of the excess snow and made her way towards the tables. Unfortunately there were no empty tables, but she spotted one with only one other patron sitting there. Judging by her body language the woman sitting alone was not one for small talk, sharing a table with her would be perfect. Kal grabbed the back of a chair across the table from the other loner, clearing her throat to get her attention.

“Ya mind?”

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To say he wasn’t prepared did little to encapsulate the sheer range of things he’d failed to account for. His bare feet crunched into the packed snow, chills shooting up his legs with each step. Glacial winds found their way into the gaps in his cloak, a bitter embrace that tugged at his mind. Dampness had set in where snow had settled on what little clothes he had. And to top it all off, he would have to face the jeering of Shurima’s newly appointed scout master. He’d deserve it, too. The advice of one who’d traveled to the land before should not have been so easily dismissed, but he was far too proud to let the runt tell him what to do. “Far too stupid.” He whispered, scolding himself once again. If it got much colder, he’d have to turn back. A creature of the tundra he was not, and though he’d never heard of an ascended submitting to the cold… well, being the first isn’t what he’d want to be remembered for. So here he stood, in the market of the village, resigned to finding something to keep the icy tundra’s frozen grip at bay. Not long into doing so he heard a voice calling him. There was no doubt it was him, no one else he’d seen around wore such vibrant attire. He stuck out in the crowd for more reasons than he was used to, not that he wasn’t used to it by now. A turn of his head and his eyes locked onto that hers, curious how sharp they were. Not human, clearly, but no one seemed to care. Vastayan? Had to be. He made his way over, taking a good look at the wares in front of the tent. “Pelts? I guess the fur is good, but there’s not a whole lot I can do with just a skin, miss. Not unless it’s a huge one. Like a bear.”

The closer he got the more she realized just how out of place he was. He looked freezing, and it was no wonder since he was bare foot (bare claw? talon? Kal wasn't sure what the right term was) in the snow. Just how dumb was this guy? At his comment she rolled her eyes. "Yes I am going to give you a small scrap of leather and tell you it's going to help you not freeze to death." She sighed as she eyed him up and down. "I make all my own stuff. I can get you some things that no one else is going to want to actually make for ya." She leaned over her table, getting closer to him. "Look just cause they all outwardly don't seem to give a shit, doesn't mean they want to go out of their way to make a Vastayan some custom clothes. Hell I know a few would love to see your feathered ass become an icicle. But you pay me a fair fee, and I'll get you what you need. And looks like you need it soon."

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Aatrox was on his way to observe the results of one of his recent works. Not so long ago, he’s managed to turn the tides of a battle between some Winter’s Claw raiders and an Avarosan border guards. The result of that battle had led to a full-on conflict between both factions over this region of the Freljord, as it contained precious resources that neither side was ready to give up without a fight. It was as he approached a nearby cave to watch from that he heard a voice, Aatrox looked upon the wolf-like woman, and tilted his head. A vastayan? Interesting. “I am not frightened by one who hides from battle… But I also have no interest in you. I’ve merely come to witness the results of my latest masterpiece.”

She had not expected him to be that big, or, as much as she hated to admit to herself, so terrifying. But nonetheless she steeled herself, face affixed in a glare. He said he had no interest, but Kal did not trust that for a second.

“Hiding? I am waiting out, I have no interest in whatever petty bullshit they’ve got going on out there. And I have no clue what you mean by ‘masterpiece’, but I highly doubt anything will be left out there by the time they’re done out there.” As she spoke she looked him in the eyes, shoving down how awkward it felt to look so far up at him.

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{ @shadowofdarkin }

Kal never understood why the factions were constantly at each other’s throats. It was hard enough living in the Frelijord without constant war, but here she was, hiding out in a cave while the sounds of fighting could be heard in the distance. She was forced to camp out here for the night, any route home blocked by a territorial battle.

She thought she was safe, no one would bother to break away from the fighting to discover she was there. She thought she was safe until she heard the crunching on snow at the mouth of the cave, distinct footsteps. Standing up and preparing for a fight she called out.

“Take any steps further and they’ll be your last!”

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Kal looked him over, distain evident in her glare.  “Hunting for the fun of it, for sport? I would expect better from a fellow Vastayan.”

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She hated going to the city. There were too many people, too many noises, too much of everything. Every time she came to this market she loathed every second of it, counting down the seconds to when she could leave again. Kal hated how she needed this, needed at least some things from other people to get by.

So here she was, sitting in the on-loan tent, her leathers and furs laid out before her. She rarely talked with her customers besides confirming prices and exchanging goods, she had come here enough for people to know she wasn’t one for chat. They just knew she provided the best product, and that was all they needed to know. She sat with her arms crossed, eyeing everyone who walked by, when she spotted someone who looked very out of place.

Not only was he towering above everyone, he was also dressed oddly, he clearly wasn’t prepared for the cold of the Frelijord. So, seeing a customer, she leaned forward and yelled out to him.

“Hey! Tall guy! Wearing your fancy getup! Come get something a little more appropriate!”

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