Blue’s Feathers and Wings Compendium: Atypical Wing Shapes
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These wings are a small array of Atypical wing shapes, complete with flippered wings, flightless wings, and fancy plumes. Again, creating my own names for some of these wing types since there isn’t any official naming of the different shapes, and I want to make it easily understandable for others rather than complicating these things with academic names.
If presented with the possibility to actually make a positive change, who wouldn't take it? Even if this world wasn't her own, it was a real world, with people who have a family and friends, people who just wanted to live their lives as best as they could. Even if she didn't want to change things too much or call too much attention on to herself, she preferred to change things just a bit, if it meant creating happier world.
“I'll see what we can do.” Says Gael, getting up and giving Larimár a couple of head-pat on her fluffy blond hair “Thanks for telling me”
A scene of various boys, all talking to each other on a crossroad as they debated were to go next.
“I heard that in the capital there's all sorts of things to do! Many possibilities, many things to steal. many pranks we could make, and lot's fancy beer we could get!” the “leader” says.
“I heard some fancy clayling talk about the opera-house, if we wait after she show, we could sneak in and steal some clothes, if not, we can also go to to some fabric store to buy the remnants they have” Says another, who sounds just a bit less enthusiastic "Or just steal those too!"
All the boys agree with the statement in various degrees.
“Don't be a dummy, if we steal too much we might get in trouble, besides, with how our clothes are looking they might even gift us some needle and tread out of pity”
“Right... we used up the last bit of tread we have and the needle we had broke too. With more reason we should steal from the opera house for some clothes!”
“And then we can hide at the I fogetitsname-grand academy library and cause a disturbance... If they even let us go in at all!” The leader adds “We'd have to steal some uniforms.”
“We're talking about rich claylings kids, they'd be easy to trick!”
“Hey, wait” Says the leader interrupting. “Lacey!”
“YEAH?” Replies a larger boy, who was distracted looking at the sign.
“Where do you wanna go?”
“I'D LIKE TO SEE THE OCEAN, IF YOU ASK ME”
“To the Manglare county?” asks he leader.
“YEAH, WE CAN FISH OR HUNT FOR OUR FOOD, THERES LOTS OF PEOPLE AND I'VE HEARD THERES LOTS AND LOTS OF BOOKS TOO!”
“That does sound good...” says the previously bored boy.
“AND THERE'S LOTS OF HADAS THERE TOO, SO WE WON'T STAND OUT IF WE MAKE TROUBLE!! AND I'VE HEARD THE BARS MAKE FANCY COCKTAILS!”
“I like that idea very much!” adds the leader, cheering at the idea of not being noticed and alcohol
“AND!! WE! CAN! PLAY!! IN! THE!!! OCEANNNN!!!!” The larger boy adds.
The scene ends with the group cheering at the idea of going to the ocean with lots of enthusiasm, and them running all through the road that will take them, opting for the fun idea rather than the practical one, though, no matter the choice the boys in her dream know they will have to (or rather are willing to) steal. The problem in itself is not the stealing, if it was just a dream that wouldn't be an issue because you can just chuck it to be a weird dream, the real issue was that she KNOWS those guys and she KNOWS they shouldn't be going HERE.
She takes a deep breath and lets out the biggest sigh of her life.
“Just because, I had a dream of things that COULD happen doesn't mean they WILL” She tells herself. “We told that about the pirates, because it's something that could affect a lot of people and it won't affect the plot in general. We don't need to worry about things that could change the plot, because there's just no WAY that's whats going to happens.”
Because there's no way, the plot is going to change just because four, and very important characters, decided that they wanted to go to a different place! There's just no way!
“Miss. Lilibella!” Calls out Larimár.
“Yees? What is it my Lady?” Replies back Lilibella.
“I'll go out to the beach, I'll be back in 45 minutes!” Says Larimár “I need to clear my head!”
“Don't forget your parasol!”
End of Chapter 4 (Parts 1 and 2)
Larimár rubs her eyes as she tries to go back to reading again, sadly, sleepiness and her broken focus made it difficult to once again focus on what she was reading, making her read the same two sentences 5 times. So, she began to listen in to the meeting the adults were having.
“... So, for the upcoming rainy seasons, we wanted to offer you support for what's to come” Says Mr. Alejandro, with a big smile.
“Yes! For it is a fact that this beautiful county, just as many other region around this time of the year, suffers from the heavy rains, leading to the roads that connects us to suffer a lot of damage because of the rain and mud” Explains Mr Daniel, making more sound fancy than it needs to be.
“In fact, our guild has been working on a new mixture for the roads” Adds Mr. Juan “We call it “Cimentos”, the latest technology in pavement for our roads!”
Mr Juan reaches for his bag, and pulls out an “Example” piece of the Cimentos he was so proud off. Larimár looked on expecting to see something interesting, only to see... well, the same stuff that was paved onto the street, just your regular mixture of: sand, gravel and cement, which left Larimár unamused. As to her, these guys were selling hogwash in her eyes.
Of course, unbeknownst to Larimár herself, she was both starting and making an expression that let everyone in the room that she was sorely disappointed, making the representatives feel suddenly nervous.
“What makes this “Cimentos” special?” Count Gael asks, grabbing the slab and handing it over to the Mayor to inspect it.
“Ah-ah! Yes, yes, right! What makes cimento better than any of it's competitors is it's remarkable durability! One can stomp it, hit it, and it will hold it's shape perfectly regardless of the abuse it suffers” Explains Mr. Juan, catching after his words stumble at the sudden glare of the young lady.
“Not just that, but they are long lasting, no matter the rain, sun or even thunder!” Adds Mr. Alejandro.
“Then, you tested how often do the roads made with cimentos need to be patched?” Asks Larimar, as she looked over the shoulder of the mayor to catch a glimpse of the example piece.
Count Gael had to contain a smirk as he looked over two the representatives. Both men looked like children caught on a lie, as they clearly didn't expect to be questioned by such a young person.
“Well... Our expert believe that with this product the roads will only need to be fully replaced around 10-to 15 years!” Explains one of the pair.
“I see... That's not exactly a long time” Says the mayor, giving the example piece to the young lady. “Not to mention, if we have to fully change them in 15 years, the question how often do we have to patch them needs repeating.”
It was then when Larimár turns her gaze towards Daniel, who looks scared at being noticed once again.
“What about yours?” Asks Larimár. “You came here because you have an offer too, right?”
The younger man, shallows the knot in his throat, but he jumps into action. Out from his bag, in a less polished presentation, pulls out the sample of what he came to sell.
“I-I apologize for the late introduction, as I said before I am Daniel de la Pedra, and I-I am today's representative fo-for my small company, “DP-DP” in the stead of my partner Danielle Pedraco.” Explains the young man, as he reveals the sample.
“Ah! That explains everything! I thought I was going crazy thinking you looked too different, but I remember now, the one I met up with at first was Mr.Dannielle” Says the Mayor sheepishly “I am so sorry about that Mr.Daniel, I thought you were your partner.”
“O-oh please, don't apologize! It happens mo-more often that one might think” Says poor Daniel as he tries keep his cool.
It is then when he notices both Count Gael and Lady Larimár staring, as they waited to see his product.
“Ho-How about we show you what I've been working on...” The young man then reveals a large, and rough stone from it's container. “Gentlemen a-and lady, I bring you Romacco concrete”
Right in front of the confused adult, Larimár sees a familiar sight for the rock nerd that she is, right there in front of her was none other than a chunk of Roman Concrete! Of course, to those who don't know this looks like any frigging rock that looked similar to those freckled tiles one could find in some places, but for Larimár who is obsessed with this stuff, that was an almost exact replica of Roman Concrete! Her eyes lovingly gazed at the rock, as she held on to the backrest of the couch.
“Tell me right now! what are it's materials!?” She asks rapidly.
“O-oh it's a mixture of volcanic ash, quick lime and w-water” He explains, just as quickly as the lady asked him.
“How did you mixed it?” She asks.
“I bo-boiled it, first mixing the volcanic ash with the w-water at a high temperature a-and then adding the qui-quick lime” Daniel replies back.
“Are the large chunks the lime-stone? For how long did you test it?” Asks Larimár, shooting questions one after the other like arrows “How long does it hold? Can it repair itself?”
Daniel looked like he wanted to cry, but he replied to all the questions as fast as they were shot at him. “Yes, the large c-chunks are the lime. I have been testing this for 2-3 years, w-we conducted our experiments in the main street of our town, since that's w-were most foot traffic happens... and...and...How did you know that last part?”
It was then when all the other men in the room turn to look at the much younger man, because his question essentially served as a confirmation, thus, leading for the meeting to simply derail spectacularly by the mayor, the two representatives and poor Daniel having to reply or deny their questions.
When the dust settled, the men finished their meeting with the Count hiring the “DP-DP”'s services for for the future architectural projects of the County. This also meant, father and daughter finally had the office space for themselves.
“I have to apologize” Says Larimár, playing with sample of the Romacco concrete “I realized too late that I derailed the entire conversation.”
Gael raises an eyebrow. “There's no need to apologize, I was planning to do something similar myself” He explains, as he sits down on his office chair.
“Still, I did it because I got excited to see what he made” She says, still apologetic.
“Now, now, you saved me from having a 3 hour meeting” He still pushes “I'm specially glad you did that because I wanted to talk to you.”
Gael calls Larimár to come up to his desk, making her go out of her spot from behind the couch, but as she does so, she has a worried expression.
“Now, I promise I'm not mad nor I wish to scold you” He says, worried that his daughter thought otherwise “But I do think that, for the next time, you should wait for me to give you the go ahead to intervene. Sometimes, the people I have to have meetings with are of the presumptuous type, which means that they will act rudely at others who don't follow their ways, so for the next time, should you have questions, raise your hand like you would in class and I'll help you get a word in.”
“I understand...” Says Larimár nodding her head.
“But, that's not all I wanted to talk about” he says, looking a bit more serious “Cham- I mean, young Gregorio has informed me that lately, you've been having nightmares. He has told me you've been even tossing around in your sleep whenever he's found you napping...”
“Aah...That”.
Larimár found herself feeling embarrassed at the subject, even more than her realizing she did a social “Woopsie” during the meeting, for what the Count brought up was, somewhat the truth. She wasn't having nightmares, or at least not in a traditional sense. She's been having “Visions of the future” or rather, she's been having dreams of events in the story of “Crystal Heart!”. While it is true that, since she's awake from the coma, some events in the story will change because she's now there, but it also some means that there events that won't change regardless if she's there or not and she's worried about those events specifically.
“You don't have to worry about that, Count” Larimár says, sheepishly “It's just that I've been having weird dreams”
“I'm afraid I do worry for you dear, specially because you need proper rest to heal” He argues, not wishing to ignore the subject “Thus... I wanted to ask you, what's happening in those dreams? After all, dreams normally shows us what's been truly worrying us deep down...”
She can't argue with that, and she hates it! Specially because now she has to ask herself: How much can I tell him without coming off as crazy?! Suddenly she understands why most protagonists on those “In another world” stories normally keep quiet about what they know, there's no way to tell someone “So, in a possible future you might spill my guts in the worst way possible so that's why I don't want you touching me!” without coming off like the craziest person in the room, no, scratch that, without coming off as the craziest person in the kingdom!
But... What he says it's true, she is worried. Which leads us to the question: Should she say it? Should she say her dreams? Well...
“Some of the dreams are silly... So, please don't think too hard about it.” She starts, feeling sheepish about having to explain them “Lately, I've been having dreams about... pirates”
“...Pirates?” Count Gael asks, as his eyes falls on some reports about exactly that subject.
“Yes, mostly about how pirates get close enough to the coast then ransack some of the cities in the county, then they mess with some trade routes and then a lot of people go hungry” Explains Larimár.
“I see... Anything else that happens in that dream?” Asks the Count.
“Don't laugh... but, sometimes they also bully the fishermen by shoving them into the ocean and out of their bots...” She adds.
“I see.... We have been talking a lot about pirates lately, haven't we?” The counts admits, taking the fall for this daughter nightmares.
“No, no! It's always interesting!” She adds. “But, there is one thing that bothers me of the dreams... the pirates fire cannonballs at the city, and they do it to cause chaos before they start ransacking and then killing anyone around... and it wasn't a small group of pirates, ”
Larimár explains more of her dreams, being more elaborate about them than she originally wanted to, always treating them as dreams but in reality she was talking about a minor detail that was in the original story. In the novel, waaay after the current time, Abelardo (The protagonist) would read the news about a particular incident that occurs on the Manglare county: about how a large fleet of pirates joined together, and attacked multiple cities, causing a shortage on both imported goods and food, the problem is specially bad at the county itself, as they had to force the resources needed to help the people to feed the marine fending off the pirates.
While Larimár didn't want to change things too much, as the outcome of said changes could be unpredictable... but.
“...I know it's silly, but, would it be weird if we could keep an extra eye out for pirates?” She says “I know these are just dreams, but I feel like ignoring this gut feelings would be bad...”
“... We are the corporate representatives of the business guild of Terrohermanos, as our previous letter stated we specifically are here to talk about the possibilities of making business with you, o'great Count” One of the men said, giving a deep bow towards Count Gael and the Mayor.
“Ah, then you must be Mr. Alejandro and Mr. Juan, the letter mentioned that you two will be the ones to talk to us!” Says the Mayor, smiling from ear to ear as then shook hands with the gentlemen. “Ah, but then, who you might be?”
The question is directed towards a much younger man that was sat to the far left of the previously mentioned Alejandro and Juan, who compared to the other two, looked far more reserved.
“A-apologies! I'm Daniel de la Pedra, I-I also sent a letter with some business in mind...” Explains the much younger man, who was starting to sweat profusely.
“A pleasure to meet you gentlemen, as you know, I am Count Gael Saélt de la costa de Manglare Moschatta, thank you for coming all this way to talk to us.” Says the Count speaking through his bronze conch.
“Oh please, my Lord! You are too kind!” Say the representatives, belly laughing as they shook the hand of the Count vigorously.
As the men talked among themselves, the younger man in the room found it difficult for to interject, feeling like he missed his chance to properly greet the Count, but as he tried to introduce himself back into the conversation, he noticed a short tower of books behind the grand couch Count Gael was sitting at and get surprised when he sees a hand popping from behind the couch taking one book from the pile, dragging it behind the couch.
“Ah, yes, sorry about that Mr. Daniel” Says Count Gael, speaking directly at young Daniel. “Larimár, dear. The gentlemen I told you about have arrived”.
“Oh-awh! Sorry! I was distracted!”
Out from behind the couch jumps out Larimár, looking sheepishly for not noticing them earlier.
“Nice to meet you gentlemen, I am Larimár Sáel Manglare! Sorry for the late introduction” Says Larimár, bowing lightly at the men in the room.
“At this hour she accompanies me in the office as I work, so I forgot to mention her” Gael explains “I hope you don't mind that she's here with us.”
“It's alright my good Lord”
“Worry not Lord Gael”
“It's all good with me...”
Larimár went back behind the couch, and returned to the book she was reading, listening as the meeting started and the men talked about what they came to do. After the surprise gift from Gael, in the form of the blanket she found at Mrs. Mango textile shop, Larimár changed her approach when it came to learning about Count Gael, choosing start hanging out with him more often, and while they didn't always talked, this gave them the opportunity to talk with other, even if all they did was throw questions at each other about very mundane stuff. And as weird it is, she has enjoyed this silly little routine they started, finding that Gael's presence is more enjoyable than she anticipated. Of course, she also took this opportunity to start gathering other things, more precisely, going back to her hobby!
While collecting rocks was a large portion of it, there's also another portion to it: Learning about rocks on a more scientific way. She knew she could've never gone to university to study proper geology, so she did it on a more amateur way by researching about the elements, the composition of the rocks, how they formed, why they obtained their colors, things like that! And after she finishes learning all of it, she would write it down in her own words.
Of course, not everything can be easy in this world (or the previous one at that.) You see, the subject about studying rocks is sort of complicated in the world of “Crystal heart!”, mostly because of how the world works, this area of study is...Literally empty.
The world of “Crystal heart!” The story tells you that all the different things that exist within this world, were once born from the womb of the earth goddess, Gaea, who gave each being born from her, a name; and the name part? That's what makes the studying of certain things more complex.
Gems, stones, claylings (Aka: Humans) and hadas, are considered direct children of the Earth goddess, so, from the smallest pebble to the tallest mountain have names, or kinda? It's a lot of semantics but the point is: things have names from the get-go, and without knowing those names studying anything can be a mess and learning those names is even a bigger problem. So, for now, she has made it her mission to write all the information she remembers of the things she studied back in her original world. This is so she doesn't forget them, because she knows she tends to slowly forget bigger details with time, so writing those things down will help her to remember.
It also didn't help that the book she's found so far about the subject is called “Wondrous jewelry” by some guy named Tonio Bande, who basically went all of the 100 something pages of his book on what kind of jewels one should give to their lovely wife to make her the fanciest lady among her friends; the book was alright but, she wanted nitty gritty details of stones, not how you'd make your wife feel “unloved” by giving her a ring with a jewel that's just 2 centimeters big.
Continued on Part 2.
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I am very sleepy, but I can give you guys a quick explanation. These are called, in spanish: Helado de Teta, or Tit ice-cream (Edit, or as I changed it as just now, Ice-tities), I might re-write the english name tomorrow, but the basic concept of these is that you grab a (clean and without holes) plastic bag, and you pour the flavor you want inside it, make a tight knot on the top and you freeze it, by the end of it should have shape of a tittie.
Mind you, these are normally not "true" ice-cream, they are more closer to a ice-pop or a popsicle more than anything, but because you can use any kind of flavor you could also add proper icecream to it. But because these are sold on the street people will obviously use juices, chocolate milk and other more cheaper options.
And how you eat these? as explained on Chapter 3, by bitting the tip of the tittie and making a hole on the plastic bag and then sucking on it!
I added these on a wim, but I thought it would be something funny to add to the story, since these are part of my childhood.
“Alright, I think we're gonna buy it then” says Mrs. Rosa, putting her hand on her pocket, searching for the money.
“What? No, it's not necessary.” Exclaims Larimár, waving her hands in a “no” motion. “I already have blankets at home”
“ It's alright my Lady, your father gave us some money in case you wanted to buy something” Explains Rosa, with the bag of coin in her hand “How much is it?”
“I said no! I don't need it!” Yells Larimár.
The sudden outburst surprised the adults, specially Mr. Simbad and Mrs. Rosa.
“I don't want to waste the Count's money” She says, her voice now quiet as a mouse, from shame and embarrassment.
Larimár leaves the shop make a point, and is soon followed by Mr. Simbad and Mrs. Rosa. Soon, they return to the tasks, doing them quiet, going here and there for some more paperwork, until lunch time arrives; And even if this paragraph is very short and non descriptive, for Larimár the silence was deafening.
“Larosa gimme the papers, you take the young Lady back home” Says Mr. Simbad, grabbing the wheels of the chair. “I thin' she's tired”
“Are you sure? Last time you said that you jumped into the ocean and dragged the chair into the water with you” Says Mrs. Rosa, hesitantly letting go of the chair.
“Gee! I already sai' I won' do it again” He says pushing his chair forward “See you later”.
Then it was just Mrs. Rosa and Larimár.
“My lady” says Mrs. Rosa, smiling at her lady. “How about we take a quick break? You've walking with us all morning non-stop.”
Just as quick she said that, they just as quickly took seat near one of the canals, overlooking the ocean and the folks going about their day. Larimár found herself waiting on Mrs. Rosa as she was buying something for her from a nearby vendor, buying and bringing two of the things the man sold her.
“Here is one for you, My lady” Mrs. Rosa explains, handing over a peculiar shaped container “This is coconut flavor, I believe you'll like it”.
“Is this...Ice cream?” Larimár asks, grabbing the item in her hands, feeling how cold it was.
“That's correct” Explains Mrs. Rosa, sitting down next to her with an ice cream of her own “This is the first time you've seen these, correct?”
“Well...yes” She says, looking at the ice cream, not sure of how to proceed with it, as it was encapsulated on a rubber bag.
“Just take a bite on the tip and rip it, after that, all you gotta do is suck it” says Mrs. Rosa, showing her exactly that.
Hesitantly, Larimár follows the instructions, her teeth ripping a hole on the rubber, she spits the tip and starts to suck the ice cream. The ice cream was creamy and sweet, surprisingly smooth too.
“These are called “Ice-tities” and they're not as popular on the capital due to their ill-mannered name.” She explains, and then going for it on her own “tit”.
Larimár did found herself stooping mid air as she went for another bite, finding the name weird, she looked at it until the name made sense, realizing that they do have a “tit” shape. It surprised her, but then, she found herself smirking at it's name, because it was straightforward thing, it's really a “tit ice-cream”. It was then when the Maid smiled, seeing the young girl smiling.
“I also found it funny the first time I had one” Mrs. Rosa admits “I grew close to the capital, so these took my by surprised with their name”
“ It's just... heh! Hehehe!” Larimár couldn't contain her laughter at how silly it was.
Mrs. Rosa didn't pry much on why Larimár had her reaction on the store, but she figured a good place to start was with an ice-cream.
“Take it as a small gift” Mrs. Rosa said. “For your recovery”
Larimár, although still laughing at the ice cream, looked at Mrs. Rosa as she talked.
“I don't know what might be going on or what your thoughts are, since you're free to keep secrets. But, I do want you to know one thing” Says Mrs. Rosa giving Larimár a head pat “That everyone: your father, the other servants and me, are nothing but happy to see you awake”
Larimár looks at Mrs. Rosa, now with a solemn expression. “I don't think I... deserve such a thing.”
“Why not?” Asks Mrs. Rosa
“Because...I don't I've done a thing to deserve it” Larimár says, thinking of both her lifes. “...Me accepting such love feels wrong”.
“I'm afraid I have to disagree, I think everyone in the house-hold think that you deserve love, specially your father” Says Mrs. Rosa in a matter of fact tone.
“But we barely know each other” Larimár argues “Honestly I am surprised he hasn't gotten annoyed with me with all the requests I've made...”
“My lady, I will tell you this only once, so please listen to me” Says Mrs. Rosa. “A parents job is to love their children, to love them for who they are. So, while the circumstances didn't allowed for the two of you to know each other early on, your father is more than willing to know you better and to accept you regardless of what you are or were.”
“...I just... I feel like I am manipulating him” Larimár admits, feeling a hard knot inside her throat.
“Then I'm afraid to inform you that even if you were trying to, you're bad at it” Says Mrs. Rosa not mincing her words.
Larimár frowns, feeling offended at the comment's sincerity.
“It's true, your true intentions always are plastered over your face. If you were such manipulative person as you think, you'd be better at hiding what you want” Mrs. Rosa explains patting her lady's head once again “But, lucky for you, your honestly is one of your charms and that makes you lovable. Having said that, don't feel guilty about accepting the love given to you, for you are someone worth loving”
The two of them don't continue talking after that, but the words don't leave Larimár afterwards. When you've lived all your life thinking you're unlovable, such concepts are hard to digest and they're specially hard to believe.
But an unchanging truth is that Count Gael loves his daughter even if he didn't know her. Because for the Count, the moment he held her in his arms, it was the moment he knew that he would move mountains and split oceans for her, that love would remained unchanging even after he knew all the things that lead her to her coma, for a parent's true love is weird like that. Now, as his he watched his daughter, awake and full of life, he hoped to know more about her first hand, from how she likes her hair and what clothes she likes to wears, to her hobby of collecting rocks, he wanted it all.
Even if Larimár didn't understood the why, Count Gael wanted to loved her because she was his baby, then and now.
And as the day continued and night came, Larimár got surprised by finding the blanket she saw early with a small note attached that read “You will never annoy me.” Making the young girl free herself of all the weight of her worries and helping fall asleep faster than usual.
END OF CHAPTER 3
(This is part 4, you can read Parts: 1 , 2 and 3 clicking the links)
Gael waves back at his daughter, giving her a soft smile. Soon, they leave the grounds of the house, and with just a short distance they walk into the city of Manzanare.
This was her 7th time walking through the city, but each time she found something else to admire and look at. If she had to describe it, she would start by giving you the famous Italian city of Venice as a starting point; the city was built around canals full of salt water, and within the canals one could see fishermen coming back from the sea and their ships with their bounties of fish, elongated boats with fancy names giving equally fancy tourists early tours of the city and among them Ammons that carried all shorts of merchandise on rafts as they swam (Some even calling out to Mr. Simbad as they walked by), but the charm the city wasn't just there; the houses were colorful and quaint, with red-orange roof-tiles and the houses themselves were painted with bright colors; mostly ranging from green, white (or cream) and light pink.
And the walk able streets were chockful of stores and are full of merchandise, with people going in and out and talking with the sellers inside, and just like in any respectable place, one could find anything one could think of: Fruits and vegetables, dry meats, fresh fish and sea foods, restaurants galore and even handmade goods.
Each time she has gone to a different place and each time she found herself finding something new, and each time she found herself more enamored with the city.
Of course, there were things and there, like the amount of people that knew both Miss. Rosa and Mr. Simbad but then when asked about they reply something along the lines of “Oh, we met them once” or “He's an acquaintance”, but when they talked to them they acted like they were friends for ages, greeting them with hugs and handshakes and sometimes with “greeting kisses”, which regardless of how many times she has seen it always surprises the (past-tense) Korean Larimár because she's not used to it.
Anyhow, even as they got stopped by a parade of people, they still had tasks to do: Getting documents that talked about future events happening in the city, updates on any repairs needed to be done around the city, updates on the plan of what they were gonna do when the aguamala season arrives, etc and etc.
By the time they were almost done, lunch time was just around the corner, still, they had to one more task: Buy some things for today lunch. Of course, by this time most fish was already bought, but that didn't mean that anything was going to get wasted in Mr. Simbad's eyes, as he expertly helped Mrs. Rosa to pick and choose the best around, meanwhile, Larimár watched and looked as the pair did the shopping. This meant, of course, that any young person would do, she began to check out other things around her as a form to keep boredom away.
She mostly did window shopping, looking at all the different things, making sure to stay within the sights Mrs. Rosa and Mr. Simbad, but then, she stopped herself in her tracks, as she found a peculiar little shop.
From the inside of this nook, meters and meters of colorful fabrics burst out from inside, either in shelves or hanged, Larimár found herself eaten by a wave of colors and patterns that were ( and sorry for repeating this again but) unfamiliar to her. These fabrics were of all shorts of colors, but regardless of the hue they were all vibrant, most of their pattern being geometrical shapes while other depicted things like flowers and animals, the way these were looked reminded her of crochet.
She was mesmerized by each of them, until one in particular caught her eye. Tucked in a corner, inside a small box is a blue blanket and as Larimár pulled it out from it's container the image it depicted revealed itself: A scene that depicted a beach and the sea at night, with the added detail of stars falling down to the ocean and beach, in her mind it kinda reminded her of pixel art.
“Oh, you like that one?” Asked someone behind Larimár.
“AAH!” yelps Larimár, almost falling on her back because of the fright.
“Sorry! So sorry!” said the shopkeeper catching her fall. “I thought you saw me when you came in!”
“No, no! Sorry I was just mesmerize by...by....” Larimár tried to explain herself as she then turns around and looks at the Shopkeeper, a tall beautiful hada woman who was (maybe) in her late 30's, with long wavy hair that transitioned from dark yellow to a pale gray to then back to yellow again (all tied into a thick braid), with her arms and eyes sharing this characteristic. But the spectacle of this beautiful woman left Larimár almost silent.“...My goodness you're so beautiful, like the sun!!”
“Aw, thank you dear! But let me help you get up” Says the Shopkeeper, flattered by Larimár compliment.
Soon the little ruckus attracted the attention of Mrs. Rosa and Mr. Simbad, who go inside the shop to find Larimár.
“Miss Mango! What a coincidence to see you!” Says Mrs. Rosa, who recognizes the shopkeeper.
This then lead to them catching up about their life, with Miss Mango being worried about her elder sister because she hurt her leg and Miss Rosa giving her some medical recommendations her sister to alleviate the pain and if she feels like their doctor isn't doing a good job, to this acquaintance of hers that specializes in bone fractures; and after that the conversation goes back to what they were doing today.
“... Right, then you must be the Count's daughter!” Says Miss Mango, looking at Larimár more closely. “Sorry for scaring you.”
“ Oh, oh, please! Don't be, really!” Says Larimár embarrassed “I was the one who came in without a word”
“Well, you actually surprised me more with you liking this” Miss Mango says, as she goes and reaches for the box and places it on the counter “We made this one for the Star-fall festival of two years ago, but this little guy never got sold”
“Star-fall festival?” Asks Larimár.
“Yes, the Star-fall festival! Every 2 years around time of the dry season, we get a meteor shower. People go near the ocean to watch the stars, there's music, picnics and delicious food, but most people are there to grab the pieces of the meteorite as they fall down to ocean” Miss Mango explains excitedly as she paints the event to Larimár.
“Whoa... but wait, how do you know they're from the meteor?” She asks.
“Because ye can see them fall from it and land on ocean” Adds Mr. Simbad. “ The stones are so brigh' that they're hard to miss.”
Every adult in the shop, except for Larimár herself, noticed how her eyes sparkled at the description of these crystals, and because Simbad knew that she loves rocks like a tiny little crow, couldn't help but find that even more amusing.
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