Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Zia [Around Town]: Rambles II
Message-ID: <1992Jul8.013304.7605@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>
Date: Wed, 8 Jul 1992 01:33:04 GMT

Zia wanders though the market, barefoot and grinning.  It is later in the
evening, and the streets are now lit only by the flickering light of
torches.

It is in the central markets, which, despite the time of day, are still
bustling with business.  The crowd seems happy, and there is even a
festive feeling.. below them the attention of mother is distracted.  And
besides, the gloomy day has cleared to a beautiful evening.  A clean
fresh chill sweeps down on the city.

Warm smells of roasting meat vie with the fog of smoke, the air is thick
with scents. Here and there rich incense and perfume push back even the
smell of smoke.  Advertising in the air what is sometimes better hidden
from sight... 

She basks in the atmosphere as she weaves her way through the crowd,
purveying goods, and surveying people.  Eventually she stops and
investigates a slightly obscure stall selling writing goods and,
oblivious to the running commentary of the stall owner, proceeds to
select her paper by gently rubbing it against her face, eyes closed and
with a light, giddy smile.

Sometime later she hands a over a handful of coins, without counting, and
wanders of again, eventually making one more purchase, a rather
attractive air of boots, small, neat and fine.  She finds an out
of the way place on a table, in the further reaches of the crowd and then slowly
and thoughtfully, writes off three messages.

And with that, she leaves the market.  She doesn't have much more to do.
Now she just needs to find a nice place to die. 

-- 
Jem.  Jeremy Nelson.  gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au       :\  =>  :) 
I fear two things: 
That I am not one of the most interesting people in the world... and that I am.