Lasya

Player: Maisie M. (she/her)
State: Ezu Plateau Status: 2
Species: Wildborn (Cat)
Pronouns: (he/him) It is the dead of night when they arrive.

The caravan trundles in from Anneia’s port, tracing that well-worn muddy highway, lanterns lurching; the labouring beast at last rolls to a stop. In the dark, there is only the sound of feet hitting the ground. Nameless labourers slip from its back, the hands and sweat of the operation.

First comes the mallets, driving poles like teeth into the earth. The vast yak-yarn tent rises with the sun. Next comes its insides — tables to display sprawling hand-spun textiles, bowls that sing, turquoise and silver, Ezu keepsakes and rarities. Everything must be just so. The few warriors present watch. They don’t leave the caravan’s side.

Its doors open again when the birds start to sing. A flash of a silk interior and a bed of cushions, and he emerges. Like a conductor to an orchestra, there he sits amongst its moving parts. A Wildborn — head of a cat, white-fanged smile and slitted sky-blue eyes; sandy-furred, short, plain, except for clothes teetering on finery. Lasya yawns.

His finishing touch. A sign, swaying.

Damya Ravi’s Emporium of Wonders.
Come and see what we can offer you.