The Falling Sun {Eden and Amitta 1x1}

[rosesgreedy]

[ oh pff, it's fine! take your time. ; u;
and yes, i completely agree, that would be nice. [/list]

[Amitta]

✤Anad

Anad's conversation with Idris had been an interesting one. It had opened his mind to what might lay ahead and what might just come out of this trip. Of course, this had made him much more eager to simply get a move on. The staff and servants wouldn't hear one word of it though. They had dragged him off into his rooms, giving him the uniform that he was to wear and making him try it on until they had made enough adjustments to last a lifetime. That part hadn't been all bad to him. He had to say, he especially liked the head-wear that he was to wear. It was nothing near what his father wore on a daily basis, but he had a fondness for the jewel that was smacked right in the middle of the white landscape behind it. It was the work that they did on his face and hair that bothered him. He hated the powders that they applied all over and the way they tried to smooth his hair into the headpiece. It made his face feel all papery and fake. He knew they had tried covering it up with some sort of spray, but Anad was too busy getting up from his chair to pay attention otherwise.

It was a relief to be finally be away from all of that crazy mayhem. That had been hours ago, and now they were on their way. He sat atop a camel that was finely decorated in jewels and soft fabrics of all colors. He was much more in favor of the elephants that he sometimes got to ride, but he knew they wouldn't fit through the narrow streets the winded straight through the markets. He patted the camel's head as it walked, causing him to sway with it as he looked ahead. The front of the caravan consisted of a few government officials and soldiers, all sent to help keep their arrival safe and dignified.

As some of the market stalls came into view, Anad began to see just how many people were gathered there to great them. People of all types and social classes seemed to be crammed together along the sides of the streets. All different types of smells filled the air, causing him to take a deep breath and remember them for as long as he could. Music filled the air along with their voices. The young prince could especially see the merchants, many of them trying their hardest to make known what they sell to him. His eyes glimmered with excitement as he fingered the coins he had in his pocket, turning to look at Idris with a laugh leaving his lips as he took it all in.

"I can't believe this place," he called out to him, easily ignoring what he should have probably been doing when it came to greeting the people. "I never want to leave!" Anad looked as if he was ready to jump of his camel, allowing himself a brief glance at some of the women in the crowd, smiling. But, it was the shining reflection of some of the weapons gathered on one of the merchant's tables that distracted him. He could barely see the young women who ran the stall, but he loved the idea of buying himself a nice knife or sword to take home. It was only the fact that he had spoken to Idris that kept him in his place, not wanting to seem rude in front of the crowd of people gathered below.

❥Punita

It had seemed like the day had dragged on slowly, each minute ticking away like it had transformed into an hour. The only clear break she had gotten from this insane madness was her conversation with Anmar, and even that hadn't lasted that long. Any customers that she had drawn into her booth earlier had gotten what they needed and left, leaving an odd and peculiar silence wafting through the room like the very air that she breathed. She could see them all--those women whom she had eagerly helped only moments ago-- gathered along the drive. Their eyes glittered like the bright gemstones that would adorn the cloths that draped the caravan of the princes. Part of her was jealous of them-jealous of the fact that she did not share that same naive and eager spirit that en-captured their very minds. She did not see the same joy in this that they did and knew that it would mean nothing in the end.

It ended soon enough when she heard a loud noise begin to echo from down the dusty streets. Music exploded from all around her. Cheers and screams soon followed, causing her to jump in her spot. With her breathing still irregular from the shock, she turned her head as far as she could to get a glimpse of what was going on. The procession, she thought. Of course.

Punita pressed herself close to her stall to make sure she didn't miss anything. The grandeur of this whole caravan surprised her, each person next in line seeming to be more decorated than the next. This didn't interest her though. She doubted many of these people would stop and buy anything. It was the princes that she found herself looking for. She might not have thought of their visit as the most amazing thing in the world, but she was eager to go home and say she indulged in the experience a little bit.

[rosesgreedy]

» i d r i s . m i t t a l «

He wasn't sure what bothered him more -- the uniform or the headdress. The powder was not much of a problem to him, as he could easily wash it off, unlike Anad, who appeared to give it too much of an importance. He felt so -- /restricted/ in the uniform he wore. The selection wasn't too awful, for once, but Idris was never fond of wearing such elaborate clothing, no matter how much he was told he looked a lot better in them. He had to admit, though, the elaborate patterns caught his eye, giving him a strong desire to include such a beautiful design in some of his works. However, he didn't want to go outside looking like /that./ Idris didn't want to be looked at as someone superior to all the rest, he just wanted to be -- a part of them. As for the headdress, well, he just felt he looked ridiculous in it. For crying out loud, no head should appear so large and unnatural. What was the point in those things anyways? Was the clothing not elaborate enough? Apparently not. Well, he wasn't planning on wearing it anyways.

He had managed to wash his face off right before they left. Of course, the staff seemed irritated. Idris felt a bit guilty, knowing that they worked so hard for long hours, but it wasn't his fault they had done it so poorly. He wouldn't be able to stand having his face feel so dry and simply awful. He couldn't understand, however, why they gave so much importance to that, and yet, as he rides a camel with the headdress in his hand, they could've cared less. It gave him a bit of relief, however, to know he wouldn't have to walk around with something so ridiculously large upon his head.

Although the young prince had to admit that the sight was stunning, he couldn't say the same about half the smells. Idris had a rather sensitive sense of smell, unlike most. The women were not only caked with milk and cream that should be in their stomach rather than their faces, but they were also surrounded in layers of perfume. And the men? Hygiene. All he had to say to that. But of course, he was also mounted on top of a camel, which would give off many smells, as well.

His thoughts are interrupted by Anad's voice. It takes a moment for Idris to realize what he'd said with all of the music and the cheering, a small smile crossing his face. “I don't blame you!” Idris called out in return. He turns back to the scenery, scanning a few of the stalls. He swore there was a stall for every little thing. Watermelon, instruments, game — you name it. However, there was one stand in particular that had his full attention. The young merchant behind the stand was selling a wide assortment of perfumes, the culprit of the strong scents.

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Having her father's eyesight, Anmar had not much of a choice but to stand in front of her stand rather than behind it. She wasn't necessary glad about the event like most of the other women around, but she was still quite curious, nonetheless. After all, the visitors were the future rulers of India, who wouldn't want to leave a good impression? With the situation the country was in, it /was/, in fact, a concern to Anmar what the princes had come to say. But the same couldn't be said about any other young women around. Not with their thoughts, that is.

The music was a bit too loud for her liking, and quite frankly, the cheering of the town's people wasn't helping much at all. Already, she was beginning to miss the silence that happened ages ago. No no, I apologize. That was only a mere blink of an eye ago. Anmar had always adored music, but this wasn't what she had in mind. After all, who could stand having music played so loudly and with the sound of people talking, leaving you unable to even make an attempt to enjoy your time. Although she favored silence, a distraction of some sort was often necessary, not allowing her to become so bored.

But to her surprise, the parade itself wasn't so awful as she had expected. Frankly, Anmar quite enjoyed observing the dancers, along with the rest in line. It was appealing to her, really. It was even shocking for her when she found herself smiling, almost like a child grinning as they receive a whole balushahi [ similar to the glazed doughnut ]. Anmar felt a bit odd, however, not being placed behind her stand, but there was no other way she could see. For someone who wanted no part of this, she became more eager as each person in line passes. It wasn't long before the heads of two camels were able to be spotted beyond the crowd. Mounted on top of the animals, the Princes themselves.

She titled her head slightly, in curiosity, as the pair continued forward. The two seemed awfully excited, appearing to scan every little centimeter of the market in amazement. Perhaps her predictions and assumptions of the Princes were wrong. Perhaps they did care about others, despite they may be of a lower class.

[Amitta]

✤Anad

Anad felt completely caught up in the moment, the cheering and music easily getting to the young man's head. His eyes were still on the market stall with the weapons though, his dark brown eyes flashing another look towards it. Trying to even make it one step towards the spot would require leaping down from his ride and then somehow making his way through the crowd of people standing in his way. He wasn't exactly sure if what he did would be viewed as a good thing, but he hardly cared. This wasn't much of a surprise. It had always been in his nature to get into trouble. If anything, his father should have held him back from attending and participating in this procession.

"I'm going...to pay a little visit to a stall real quick..." Anad barely spoke the words aloud, shrugging his shoulders and smiling at the mere thought of having to use what was occurring as an excuse later. He was sure it would have been a no if he brought it up anyways, at least for him. With a quick burst of strength, the prince shifted his legs so that he could slip off of the camel with ease, hoping with all his might that he didn't make a complete fool of himself in the process.

The minute his feet set foot on the compact earth below, he felt another round of surprise flow through him. Everything seemed even more real now that he saw it on the same eye level as everyone else who attended this celebration. Bright and warm colors were everywhere that he set his gaze, inviting him to explore the area like a child might. This would be impossible though. The murmuring from those who witnessed what he had done told him so. Of course. I still have to act differently...

Anad flashed a smile as he made his way towards the stall that he had had his eyes on for a good portion of the trip. He stopped and talked to anyone who happened to ask him something, which had been something he knew he should of avoided considering the actual purpose of the event. He just loved to talk too much for his own good.

For the most part; however, it was quite easy to make his way, backtracking as others made space for him to walk. It wasn't long before he could finally say that he made it, taking a deep breath and exhaling as if he was already worn out while placing his hands on the edge of the table. Anad still kept up the smile as he he lifted his head to catch a quick glimpse of the merchant who ran the stall. Surprise was quite evident on his face, realizing that it was a woman who was the one selling the weapons he had been eyeing. She seemed rather young too, but came off as seeming interested but yet somewhat put-off by the festivities. There was something about her that seemed different from anyone else he had seen today. He couldn't quite put his hand on it, but he was determined to figure it out by the time he would be forced to leave. Not to even mention the fact that she had a beautiful quality about her, which in turn made him a bit nervous. The young prince was never good when it came to speaking to women in general, no matter how much he ran his mouth before.

"You run a lovely little shop here. I have not seen such weapons like these before in the markets," he admitted, looking over every knife and sword he could see spread out before him. "Would there be anything you might be able to recommend? I'd like to be able to carry it without getting any odd looks today." A laugh left his lips the minute he imagined the look on is father's face when he made his appearance back at the palace brandishing a large and incredibly sharp knife, let alone walking back through the crowds with such a thing.

❥Punita

To be quite honest, Punita hadn't imagined the clear spectacle that would come from this procession. She had been quite adamant and awfully stubborn about showing any sort of interest when it came to the two princes. To her, this was nothing more than a glorified spectacle that showed off a great deal of decadence that she knew could be put to great use in better ways. Then again, she had to admit that she had quite the weakness for the fervor that seemed to be sweeping through the crowds at a record pace. It reminded her of all of the celebrations her mother would take her to as a child while she was still able to. Her biggest weakness as the dancers that were participating. She herself had always loved to dance. Memories of trying to pick up on traditional sets of moves at home invaded her mind, making her wish she had pursued the career with more of an effort. She would have done anything to be there instead of selling harsh perfumes, fabrics, and dyes to people who seemed more fanatical than she could ever hope to be about something like this.

Punita sighed, rested her elbows on the table set up before he and watching the procession with a look of indifference. There should have been more reverence shown; at least she had thought that way. There just wasn't much to think about these two. She noticed how the royal family worked. They lived in their own little bubbles and enjoyed so much that they might end up being blind to what happened here.

The minute she caught sight of them though, she knew something must have been different. Her eyes, which had once been half-closed to the point where she looked like she was off in her own little world, opened wide with confusion. The pair looked at if they had never seen something like this before. They had a way of reminded Punita of the younger children who would visit the markets with their mothers or fathers foe the first time. It was actually mildly amusing, and so she stood back up to watch them while covering her mouth with her hands to avoid drawing attention to her laughter.

Maybe what was even more surprising was when she noticed one of them gazing over at the stall, a look that she at first had a hard time detecting. Then she put two and two together, realizing what she sold and what scents that filled the air. Punita smirked, still being rather stubborn and daring enough at the moment that she hardly cared. With her hands folded across her chest, she tilted her head to the side and looked directly back at him, realizing that he must have been Idris after recalling the many stories that she heard whispered about through her occupancy at the markets for over two years.

"I am so, so sorry," Punita mouthed, actually feeling a bit guilty after realizing how much she had sold during the day. It was the least she could do. It wasn't enough to wipe the sharp smirk off her face though. It was easily becoming her default expression today.

{I think my writer's block is finally gone, so I should be much faster with replying now; thank goodness. c:}

[rosesgreedy]

» a n m a r . k h a n «

Certainly different that what she had expected. Only moments ago, Anmar had thought the princes wouldn't even bother to even acknowledge the presence of the others, especially the merchants. But that wasn't the case at all. The pair seemed rather engaged at the sight of the market, the two acting as if the market was such a gorgeous place. Well, in Anmar's eyes, this statement was false. It could have mostly been because of how she would never leave her mother's sight, and her mother was never out of her stall's sight. However, when she began to think the princes were different, one demonstrated they were eccentric. For a prince, in that matter.

For a moment, she could was forced to believe that her eyes were merely deceiving her. But of course not. To her surprise, and to the rest of the public, one prince had actually gave up his camel to travel by foot. By foot. The last time such a thing happened was around — never. The prince had appeared to be slightly more content on the ground than atop of his camel. A bit too content, for his own good. For a moment, Anmar believed he would stay beside the animal and his brother, but he had already decided to walk through the crowd. But where was he going? Escaping, perhaps? It didn't take Anmar long to find out.

Her smile faded slightly as she observed the people move out of the prince's way, tilting her head slightly in wonder. It didn't take the man long to reach her, but he was interrupted a few times by the people. The interesting part was that he didn't seem to mind. Anmar froze, not sure whether to move out of the way, as well, or wait and see what happened.

In front of her and her stall now, it couldn't be enough to say Anmar was simply stunned. With her fingertips slightly below the chin, she pressed her palms together, followed by a small bow. She was hardly able to even say “hello.” However, maybe it didn't matter. He appeared to be more interested in the merchandise, only for a moment did he appear to care for her. It was probably the shock of knowing that no man was behind Anmar's stand. It then came to her that this must be Anad, the one who can't sit still. Or his mouth shut, according to a few stories.

"You don't want any odd looks, you say? I'd hate to know what you're planning, your highness." She replied with a small smile, a joking tone as she spoke. She didn't exactly know how to address or act, and it was bothering her more than it should. Anmar turned her gray gaze downward, not wanting to stumble on her words. "I wouldn't advise looking around you, then. You're getting enough of those odd looks already." Anmar wasn't sure what irked her more; having many people surround Anad, or knowing she would have to act properly around this man. Her thin fingers barely skinned the weapons, making her way over to the daggers and knives.

“These. These are helpful. They are light-weight and don't draw attention when hidden well. In your case, they don't draw more attention. Both a dagger and a knife have practically the same appearance, however, the knife has only one edge to its blade, whereas the dagger has two.” She was slightly afraid to speak more, not wanting to give the wrong impression. A bit more, she was sure the prince would consider her as more than someone who sells weapons; but perhaps one that uses them. And of course she has, but how could she tell him that?

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It was wonderful. Was wonderful. Frankly, he couldn't be happier. Idris had always dreamed of traveling to other places, outside the palace walls. However, seeing that would be nearly impossible during his father's time of reign, he would have to find the market suffice to satisfy his desires. To Idris, the market was simply amazing. Enjoying himself, besides all those odors, he had smiled more those few minutes than what he had in his nineteen years of life. But it was all too good to be true. As he took another glance back at the woman who had sold all of the aromas, he noticed Anad was no longer on top of his mount. Instead, he was making his way to a stand. Although a bit disappointed, Idris wasn't even slightly surprised. After all, it was Anad he was speaking of.

Idris wasn't sure whether to run after the boy and stop him from doing anything ridiculous, or stay put and watch him make a fool of himself. After all, it would make up for any trouble he was most likely about to cause. However, the young man's mind came to yet, a third option. He turned back once more, in time to see the girl mouth something to him. He was simply awful at lip reading, so he tilted his head, giving her a puzzled look. Well, at least now he could have an excuse in case he was to find himself in any trouble. It didn't worry him much, if anything, Anad would be in more trouble than he, seeing he had already caused so many problems at his young age. To Idris, what he was planning on doing seemed absurd, coming from his part.

Before he could give it a second thought, his feet had already hit the ground beneath him. Despite his tall height, Idris felt a bit small now, probably with all the people crowded in the small area. Like Anad, he too began to make his way through the crowd, much quicker than what he had expected. He wasn't stopped at all, quickly assuming the people must have known how little he spoke. It was a bit odd, really. Idris had come to wonder sometimes if he and Anad really were brothers, seeing how they contrasted with one another quite drastically. Arriving at the stand, Idris tried his best to ignore the people around him, having no desire to make the situation more uncomfortable for him. It was already bad enough that he would never do such a thing before, he didn't need people to be pointing it out every twenty seconds.

“I'm sorry, laṛakī, but what were you saying? I'm afraid I can't lip read.” Smiles never came easily to his face, as Idris felt it would look rather droll and not exactly professional. He could have been wrong, of course, but those were simply his thoughts. And although they were difficult for him, he had caught himself offering a smile to the young merchant. This time, it was difficult to get rid of it. Perhaps he could blame it on the event, as never before had he been in such a mood.

[Amitta]

{Oh my goodness, I am so sorry Munni! My muse took a horrible dive, and I kept thinking it was going to show up when it never did for the longest time. I should have messaged you about it at least.

I'm working on a reply, but I start school tom., so it might not be posted until then. It'll be up by Saturday at the latest seeing as how my week's going to be pretty busy. c:}

[rosesgreedy]

[ it's fine, I think we've all been there. cx

That's fine, take your time. c: My reply to whatever you reply as well. I started school today and I already have a decent load of homework. I'm scared how it's going to be later. D: ]

[Amitta]

{xD I feel your pain. I think my teachers get some sort of kick out of how much they can assign to me in one night.}

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anad

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At first, Anad had wanted to made a smart comment back about those 'odd looks' that were casually being referenced between the both of them. It was as if his mind had forgotten for a brief time just who exactly he was and what exactly others expected from them. With his mouth half-way open--he had been about to say something after all--he turned his head to both sides of him, for some reason still surprised at the expressions on everyone's faces. You would have thought that he had spoken badly about his father with the way they looked at him.

"I should have listened to you then," Anad said. "Though I could hardly care less at this point. They've seen what they've seen." It was all he could really say to wave them off. If anything, everyone should have already known that he wasn't going to sit still on his ride today. Not with all of the new sights he had been able to view so far. Was it not a good thing to keep good relations anyways with the people? They did not often get to see members of the royal family up close after all. "As for my questionable intentions," Anad continued, a definite smile on his face, "I can assure you that whatever I buy will be used for needed purposes only. I am more of a collector...if you could possibly call it that"

“These. These are helpful. They are light-weight and don't draw attention when hidden well. In your case, they don't draw more attention. Both a dagger and a knife have practically the same appearance, however, the knife has only one edge to its blade, whereas the dagger has two.” Anad nodded along, following where her hands went on the table. He could hardly believe her knowledge of the very same weapons that she sold. He had not once come across a woman who seemed so well-versed on the topic. It both surprised him, and also made him quite curious as to why she would need to know what she did in the first place. Then again, he soon realized that she sold them. Wouldn't you need to know how weapons functioned regularly to sell them?

In fact, many things surprised him about this stranger. Maybe it was simply the fact that he hadn't often conversed with normal citizens, or maybe he had just had a knack for simply never really paying attention to those he met until today. She seemed so easy to speak with, not inserting any sort of words that might be found as being too overbearing to please his ears simply because of who he was. Not to mention the fact that she hadn't spoken too much so as to ramble on for minutes while leaving him standing here. It made him feel like a normal, every day customer, and he loved it.

"Hm, I love the sound of the blade to be quite honest, but I should probably settle with just a knife for now...for apparent reasons." Which was basically code for: 'I'm going to get questions either way, so I should probably go for the simpler of the two.'

Though she probably had a fixed price on the knife, Anad was determined to pay her more then whatever she would ask for. She deserved it after the pleasant conversation she had given him, as well as the advice she had offered on the knives and daggers. It had been rather unexpected to be honest, but he had enjoyed it and was rather glad that he had jumped off his camel by now, even if he was going to hear about it for what seemed like forever. And so, Anad reached into a pocket of his and pulled out six pieces of golden currency, placing them in the middle of the table and then looking up at her with his trademark easy-going expression on his face.

"Your knowledge astounds me to be quite honest. If you do not mind me asking, who managed to teach you all of this?" Pausing for a brief moment, he shook his head, sighing in disbelief. "I can not believe I ask you these things before I ask for your name though. My mind runs ahead of me sometimes." Anad laughed for a moment, sure that his behavior was going to be noticed by everyone, and yet no longer caring what was whispered, though he wasn't exactly sure why this was so anymore. "I...I am Prince Anad of course." Saying the word 'prince' left a sour taste in his mouth, making him look down at his hands on the table as if he didn't like the idea of looking her in the eyes while it came from his lips. He could never admit it to anymore, but he despised the word these days, and the limited freedom and formality it placed upon him. Anad thought about trying to get rid of the feeling by playfully joking around and making a fool of himself like he always did, but the things he considered would probably end up creating more of a shock then he really wanted.

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pυnιтa

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Punita hadn't exacted any sort of acknowledgement. If anything, she was thinking about the possibility about receiving a glare and a harsh reminder about just who she was doing this towards. She cursed herself for doing something so utterly foolish, wiping the smirk off of her face and linking her hands together on the top of her table to try to seem somewhat obedient. What an utter joke, she thought, shaking her head. This wasn't her. Punita had always been a bit of a spit-fire since she was born, and she had let that show today. It felt so stupid to try to hide it now. It wasn't like she felt she owed him anything anyways, especially not after what she had been through before while these two lived comfortably. Ah, grudges. Punita had many, and most were against people she had not even met or spoken to before.

But, she soon realized that all she had previously thought was most certainly not be the case. Examining the Prince's face for any sort of change, Punita was surprised to see his head turn towards her with confusion outlined all over it. She felt her resolve burn down with a new-found ease, and laughed, covering her mouth with one of her hands while lifting her shoulders and tilting her head to the side. This was certainly going to make for great conversation once her day was done and she traveled back home to her mother.

She noticed his brother climb down from his camel and go running off, unable to see just where he went because of his shorter stature and the sheer mass of people that were packed into the square. There was enough going on between the two that she could feel herself want to break down into a fit of laughter. Oh, this had been very far from what she had expected today, and it was rather hilarious. But, Punita was forced to bite down the urge, because she soon realized that Prince Anad wasn't the only one taking a bit of a detour. Prince Idris cleanly dismounted from his very own camel, making his way through the crowd with an ease that she hadn't really expected considering just who he was.

And before she could even find time to blink, he was standing in front of her, speaking and smiling and generally being very confusing to her. Punita suddenly wanted to run off and hide, because this was far from something that she was expecting today, and even farther from something that she had actually wanted to happen. Of course, she had been rather smart with him earlier, but she hadn't thought she would get any sort of response. At least not something like this. And he was smiling! From what little she had heard before, she knew Prince Idris was the more reserved between the two. Was he messing with her? It didn't matter, because she was pretty sure she was going to do the same either way no matter what he meant by it.

"Oh, that?" Punita asked, her head still tilted to the side as if she had no idea what he was speaking about. "I was simply apologizing for the mass projection of horrible smells I've forced you through this morning via every customer I've had today." Shaking her head with a sort of mock pity, she placed her hands over her heart. "I feel your utter despair, your highness. I'm surrounded by the stuff each and every day."

[rosesgreedy]

Exactly. And if a teacher doesn't assign homework, I'm always wondering on what they're trying to pull. Especially those who tell you at the beginning of the year that there will be homework every night. I don't know, it just worries me. |D
But you're in all honors, right? Gosh, how I'd hate that. I already learn things slow enough, I don't need to fail every quiz. :U

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Anad wasn't the kind to follow advice or orders, so it wasn't surprising to her that he had looked around. What did surprise her, however, was how the others around her reacted. Had they forgotten about the pair and their differences so soon? The question is absurd, had they remembered, the reaction wouldn't have been so drastic. Then again, anyone who comes to her stand is usually looked at the same way. Unless if it's an old aunty. Then the woman observing is bound to send a chill down the customer's spine. Men never gave much importance to who comes of goes — until they notice Anmar was no man.

“Tell that to your people.” She remarked, still a bit uneasy with the expressions. They weren't at all directed to her, but, oh, how people talk. If the village women have made assumptions of many sorts, Anmar didn't want to imagine their reaction to this situation. Not everyday does someone of such a high-class decide to create a conversation with a street vendor. None of them dare to consider it, as even the idea of simply visiting the market-place appears scandalous among them. The girl was never fond of gossip. It bothered her how, for example, going to someone's wedding could be misinterpreted as throwing your own wedding. In this situation, Anad wouldn't be the only one having to clarify many points here and there.

“My father owned the stand. He left, my mother took charge. She didn't want me in this stand. She didn't want me to be frowned upon the same way she was for doing a “man's job.” There are a decent amount of female vendors, but ones who dare touch a weapon? Few. Now my mother is in danger of leaving, if I don't take it into my own hands, what's the guarantee she might be saved?” Anmar's eyes wandered everywhere. Was it to avoid eye contact, was it to avoid crying? She wasn't so sure herself. Perhaps a mix if both. In fact, there were many other things she avoided at that moment. Death was always a terrible thought, and she tried to stay away from even the word as much as possible. Although emotion wasn't her forte, making the description any longer would be sure to make her cry a river.

It still shocked her to see his actions. No, she hadn't forgotten the stories about the trouble he had caused with these things. However, Anmar still questioned his reasoning to come and observe her stand in the first place, and not just to buy, but to converse as well. In her eyes, she wasn't the slightest bit interesting. Even with that, the prince still asks about her knowledge of weapons, and better yet, has a desire to know her name.

“Sunaina Anmar Khan. However, I prefer to be called Anmar.” The first bit irked her. She was named Sunaina merely because her parents were sure her eyes would be beautiful, as the name implies. Anmar found it stupid on their behalf. Although her eyes were naturally of color, how would they be sure this would be the outcome? It was a terrible sounding name, anyways. Of course, she could've remarked sarcastically to his reply to avoid a bitter taste on her tounge, as she certainly didn't know who he was, but held back. This man was no friend she could insult jokingly or even give many sarcastic replies and get away with it. Anmar couldn't be sure he would take it so lightly. Besides, being a prince, Anad is probably full of himself, and loves pointing out how he's better. It may give him some joy to see her self-consciousness.

Anmar immediately took back her previous thoughts as she glanced down at the table. Coin. Gold coin. As much as she'd like to, she couldn't accept it. She collected the coin in her hand, not having to think twice to hand it over to Anad. “Half the nation is in poverty. I am not half the nation. It's true, I wear salwars that aren't very flashy because I can't afford to be a chammak challo with the price of the remedies for my mother. But at least I can own one. At least I have some sort of protection when it rains. I'm thin, but I'm not sickly looking. But there are others who cannot say the same. There are people who need it more than I do.”

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What was he doing? He had no way of seeing his reflection, but he was sure his face was set on fire. If the village folk were shocked to see the rebellious Anad jump off his camel — oh, how he'd hate to turn around. It could only be left to his imagination how the people must be speaking of he and his brother. How his father will speak of them when they arrive. Going home is going to be fun. Actually, no. Dispose of the sarcasm. Right now, nothing sounds better to him than to go back home and isolate himself from everything and everyone. This is a mistake he'd be sure to never repeat. How could his brother pull these sorts of tricks so easily, without any regret? You'd think one would learn from his mistakes. No matter how many times he disobeys, he commits another act shortly after. Idris, however, would be drowned with guilt. He was no saint. Idris had also had his moments, mostly from the time he was ten until he was about fourteen. It happened very few times, nothing compared to Anad. But never had Idris actually decided to follow his lead.

Despite this, he couldn't help but to feel slightly ... amused. Although he had already seen a decent view of the market, it was another type of sensation to have step foot on the ground. All Idris needed was a simple kurta -- as opposed to the elaborate one that adorned him at the moment -- like those of the men around him in order to feel like part of the atmosphere. Although still giving second thoughts on his decision, it couldn't end too terribly. Hopefully.

"I was simply apologizing for the mass projection of horrible smells I've forced you through this morning via every customer I've had today." A voice interrupted his thoughts. He felt slightly guilty for being completely inattentive for the first few moments the girl spoke. "I feel your utter despair, your highness. I'm surrounded by the stuff each and every day." The response was surely different from what he had expected. Idris was used to receiving such responses from family members around his age, or giving them out himself. However, never had another tried to give a response like such. Had it been his father, he would be sure to put the merchant in her place, or anyone else who wasn't worshiping him like a God. But Idris was not his father.

"I'm sure you must suffer greatly." Idris retorted in her same tone, shaking his head, as if in anguish. "But in all honesty, what is it like? To be a part of this atmosphere, I mean" As much as he'd enjoy to speak more, but his regular personality got the best of him. Idris felt that if he was to speak anymore, he'd become a bother. Even with that, it felt nice. The conversation, that is, if it could be called a conversation at this rate. It had only been a sentence from his part, but it was enjoyable. Idris had never talked to those outside the palace walls, unless one of any importance. She didn't bother to treat him the same way those of the palace, who could easily be mistaken for someone searching for their beloved goat by the way they'd call for him. Anyone else would probably enjoy something of the sort, but it was rather irksome. He couldn't be sure this was how a regular costumer was to be treated, nor if it was the right way to be treated. Whatever it was, it gave him a bit of joy. Perhaps this wasn't so bad, after all.

[Amitta]

{There's nothing I can really say to make up for pretty much abandoning CS for three months, but I am so sorry for pretty much leaving. School was a whole lot more than I bargained for and I had to settle in and then just focus on my grades, which meant I ignored getting online unless it was needed. I would absolutely love to continue this rp though and make it as active as originally planned (Finally! xD) because I loved the plot and the characters and everything. Just gotta work on a reply that makes sense.

EDIT: Also, would you perhaps be interested in moving this over to AS? Now that I think about it, that site might allow for more freedom to add different layers to the plot. c: }