2nd Day of Frost, 119th Year of the Age of Steel
Talon adjusted the pack over his shoulder. It contained a multitude of small items that he’d picked up during one of his latest excursions into the wilds. Standing atop one of the rooftops in the Plaza of Jeweled Arches, he looked over the market and couldn’t help but smile. He drew in the deep scents of the bustling area. It was filled with the smell of baking, cooking mixed with the sulfurous scent of a forge at work, combined with the smattering of exotic perfumes and spices that drifted on the winds, it was the smell of life. The smell of people and civilization. It was easy to forget that Kalzasi was such a vast place when one was confined to the upper reaches of the Cloudhaven District. To Talon, it felt as though he’d not truly been living but his father had insisted he remain by his side as trade deliberations were being debated.
Stepping off the rooftop, Talon extended his wings and lightly allowed himself to glide down to the ground. The feel of the winds rustling through the feathers made him smile. He caught a few people staring at him, mouths agape. By the way they reacted, he was almost certain that they were foreigners. Few residents of Kalzasi got particularly worked up over the sight of an Avialae in flight. With the practiced ease of a man who had been flying since he was a boy, Talon landed without difficulty not far from his shop. He was already running through the plethora of projects that he wanted to get underway before the day was out. He was certain that if he worked diligently enough he would be able to finish at least one of them.
Talon tucked his wings in close to his body so as not to bump into anyone unceremoniously. He gave a nod to some of the other merchants outside their shops. Some of the Sky Guards who recognized him bowed to which he returned with a nod of acknowledgement. It was as he was digging out the keys to his shop that he saw a rather distressed looking individual standing outside the door. This brought a frown to Talon’s face. Reaching into himself, Talon took hold of his own aether. He let it flow through the door of his Rune of Semblance allowing it to gather at his eyes. He blinked as his second sight took shape. He focused until the figure’s aura came into view. A sheet of cascading light that extended outward from the body, Talon could only quirk a brow, noting that it was uncommonly large. Pocketing that tidbit of information, the first thing that fluttered into view within the aura was a sense of weariness.
Talon could see the dull grey of tiredness plucking at the corners of the aura. This was joined by the bitter putrescent orange-yellow of annoyance. Talon let his aether enhanced vision flow back to normal as he walked up to the door of his shop.
“Can I help you?” His voice was on the deeper end of the spectrum, smooth and distinct carrying with it an air of command. He came to stand just a foot or so away from the much smaller form of the individual before him. With nearly two feet separating the both of them in height, Talon had to look down at the individual. He did his best not to look menacing so much as concerned.