Aisuteru was very greatful that the councilmen accepted him into their kingdom, though it was under ground he found it to be larger than any other kingdom that was ever upon the surface.
He wore a dark gray tank top, a very long scarf wraps about his neck and drapes over one shoulder. He ventured in to the Sietch Zensunna District with his small pouch of yen looped to a belt that held his baggy colbalt blue hakamas up. Though the bottom of them drag and cover his feet and made him look as if he was wearing a skirt, they kept his feet warm, for he only wears the shoes he came to Suna in; black sandals the ones his mother bought him the night before he was taken away.
Aisuteru walked the corridor of the 'market place' his pouch making the known sound of coins hitting his thigh. The smell of food inspiring him to keep his head up as he walked; his heart pained for his mother though it was soon over powered by his hunger. His silvery grey eyes dart from signs to faces back to signs, he never realized how many people lived underground and it made him slightly nervous. His drive to endure the strangers around him could easily be over looked by his passion for food.
He notices a small tavern styled dining area at the end of less crowded hall; looking at its sign lit up by the 'day's light' he reads the words a loud in his mind- Gypsies Tavern.
He approaches the door way and looks in; a large white board is setup on an easel describing dishes the best they can without taking up room- their special was around cactus dishes
-It all sounds so good- he thinks to himself as he steps inside the doors that were propped open. His homeland believed eating meat tainted the soul and so he grew up with beet and sprout stews and cheese stuffed rose petals; cactus sounded amazing to him. He unloops his pouch, then moves to take a look around; the place looked small from the outside but once inside it was rather large.
Gypsies Tavern- owned and ran by a fifth generation of Suna settlers. They specialize in cactus as well as other exotic dishes for sub terrain living.
An elderly woman and her younger daughter ran the bar, waited on people and the cash register. Her extremely large muscular bound husband owned the tavern and ran the kitchen with their two older sons. The tavern was styled to keep with the cavern look of the city, stone tables though they had polished tops and stone bench style sitting blanketed the outer edges of the L shaped tavern. Wooden tables and chairs filled in the middle sections of the tavern. Cushions were hand made by the elderly woman for comfort for their guest who sat in the stone booths. The front wall had large 'window panels' though they weren't made of glass; their purpose was to allow more light in. The rest of the lighting came from candles crafted by both the daughter and the old woman; which sat on wooden shelves crafted by the old man. Vine plants hang about the ceiling other small hooks allow the vines to grow and fan out. Some of the vines come down and curl about pictures and signs hanging from post hammered into the walls.
The elderly woman was the first one to notice the small boy standing at the door clutching his yen pouch. There was a few people here, he could tell that this was a quiet tavern not like the café bars near the center of what he would call 'market'.
"Hello young man!" her voice was raspy though held a warming tone to her voice. She walked with a Sheppard's staff like the ones back home and wore maroon colored dress with a knitted shawl draped about her shoulders. "I've never seen you around- you must be new to Suna! Welcome!"
He smiles up to the kind woman.. "This is a beautiful eatery you have here!"
She smiled back to him, noticing he clung tight to the pouch.. "Now now, come sit where ever you like I insist!" She looks to the entrance way "Are your parents joining you?"
His eyes spoke of sorrow, though his voice was firm and gentle. "No, I am alone!"
Her eyes dart back to the boy and she looks upon him with sincerity in her eyes... "Come then, I have the perfect seat for you!"
She leads him to one of the wooden tables in the back, her staff tapping every second step and then uses it to pull back a chair for him. "It is the best seat in the house you can see everything in the tavern and everyone!" Her heart went out for the boy; such a small young child to be a lone in a world like this.
He sits down and smiles, "Thank you."
She nods to the white spikey haired boy, noticing the long braid on the left side of his face. 'Such an odd hair style for a young boy' she thought to herself before speaking. "I will have my daughter bring you a menu-
"No thanks I know what I want" he kindly interrupted and then points to the sign... "I'll have 10 bowls of that stew please!!!"
::^.^::
He grins widely as her eyes widen and she stammered through her words...
::O.O -.- O.O::
"O-okay young man... coming right up!" Her face spoke of disbelief of his request even as she walked away.
His scarf made a perfect security blanket for him to hide a majority of his face as he looked around. A few guest that sat at a nearby table began to mumble about his request and found it a ridiculous amount of food for someone his size. He stares at the table before him; his eyes speaking of sorrow, confusion and hunger. He folds his legs Indian style as he sat in the cushion bound wooden chair. His eyes darting from face to face, and their dishes that they ate... his stomach growls loudly and he folds his arms about it to quiet the loudness.
He wore a dark gray tank top, a very long scarf wraps about his neck and drapes over one shoulder. He ventured in to the Sietch Zensunna District with his small pouch of yen looped to a belt that held his baggy colbalt blue hakamas up. Though the bottom of them drag and cover his feet and made him look as if he was wearing a skirt, they kept his feet warm, for he only wears the shoes he came to Suna in; black sandals the ones his mother bought him the night before he was taken away.
Aisuteru walked the corridor of the 'market place' his pouch making the known sound of coins hitting his thigh. The smell of food inspiring him to keep his head up as he walked; his heart pained for his mother though it was soon over powered by his hunger. His silvery grey eyes dart from signs to faces back to signs, he never realized how many people lived underground and it made him slightly nervous. His drive to endure the strangers around him could easily be over looked by his passion for food.
He notices a small tavern styled dining area at the end of less crowded hall; looking at its sign lit up by the 'day's light' he reads the words a loud in his mind- Gypsies Tavern.
He approaches the door way and looks in; a large white board is setup on an easel describing dishes the best they can without taking up room- their special was around cactus dishes
-It all sounds so good- he thinks to himself as he steps inside the doors that were propped open. His homeland believed eating meat tainted the soul and so he grew up with beet and sprout stews and cheese stuffed rose petals; cactus sounded amazing to him. He unloops his pouch, then moves to take a look around; the place looked small from the outside but once inside it was rather large.
Gypsies Tavern- owned and ran by a fifth generation of Suna settlers. They specialize in cactus as well as other exotic dishes for sub terrain living.
An elderly woman and her younger daughter ran the bar, waited on people and the cash register. Her extremely large muscular bound husband owned the tavern and ran the kitchen with their two older sons. The tavern was styled to keep with the cavern look of the city, stone tables though they had polished tops and stone bench style sitting blanketed the outer edges of the L shaped tavern. Wooden tables and chairs filled in the middle sections of the tavern. Cushions were hand made by the elderly woman for comfort for their guest who sat in the stone booths. The front wall had large 'window panels' though they weren't made of glass; their purpose was to allow more light in. The rest of the lighting came from candles crafted by both the daughter and the old woman; which sat on wooden shelves crafted by the old man. Vine plants hang about the ceiling other small hooks allow the vines to grow and fan out. Some of the vines come down and curl about pictures and signs hanging from post hammered into the walls.
The elderly woman was the first one to notice the small boy standing at the door clutching his yen pouch. There was a few people here, he could tell that this was a quiet tavern not like the café bars near the center of what he would call 'market'.
"Hello young man!" her voice was raspy though held a warming tone to her voice. She walked with a Sheppard's staff like the ones back home and wore maroon colored dress with a knitted shawl draped about her shoulders. "I've never seen you around- you must be new to Suna! Welcome!"
He smiles up to the kind woman.. "This is a beautiful eatery you have here!"
She smiled back to him, noticing he clung tight to the pouch.. "Now now, come sit where ever you like I insist!" She looks to the entrance way "Are your parents joining you?"
His eyes spoke of sorrow, though his voice was firm and gentle. "No, I am alone!"
Her eyes dart back to the boy and she looks upon him with sincerity in her eyes... "Come then, I have the perfect seat for you!"
She leads him to one of the wooden tables in the back, her staff tapping every second step and then uses it to pull back a chair for him. "It is the best seat in the house you can see everything in the tavern and everyone!" Her heart went out for the boy; such a small young child to be a lone in a world like this.
He sits down and smiles, "Thank you."
She nods to the white spikey haired boy, noticing the long braid on the left side of his face. 'Such an odd hair style for a young boy' she thought to herself before speaking. "I will have my daughter bring you a menu-
"No thanks I know what I want" he kindly interrupted and then points to the sign... "I'll have 10 bowls of that stew please!!!"
::^.^::
He grins widely as her eyes widen and she stammered through her words...
::O.O -.- O.O::
"O-okay young man... coming right up!" Her face spoke of disbelief of his request even as she walked away.
His scarf made a perfect security blanket for him to hide a majority of his face as he looked around. A few guest that sat at a nearby table began to mumble about his request and found it a ridiculous amount of food for someone his size. He stares at the table before him; his eyes speaking of sorrow, confusion and hunger. He folds his legs Indian style as he sat in the cushion bound wooden chair. His eyes darting from face to face, and their dishes that they ate... his stomach growls loudly and he folds his arms about it to quiet the loudness.
