"[i]If yoor lookin' foor woork, de' treetops are yer best bed'.[/i]" 

[i]Of course they are.[/i] Ryio thought, glancing upwards at the wall of wood separating her from the rest of the market. She'd been in Leias for weeks- but not once had she found a way up the enormous trees. There were lifts, sure, but they were all reserved months in advance or took more coin than she had to split with. Climbing was another option- at least, it could be, but not for her. 

Ryio stood passively, listening to what the woman had to say as customers of the market flooded past her, pushing and jostling her about. "It's fine, it's fine." She whispered to several of them as they passed by. Ryio was turning around to leave when she heard Kolo speak again: [i]"Bud... If you're hungry, I've got some stale bobbets left over."[i]. At this, Ryio's eyes lit up like two furnaces preparing to melt down steel in their fiery kilns. Ryio was halfway through taking a step towards the bobbet-shaped salvation when someone behind her shoved her forward, knocking her off balance and towards the market stall. Ryio had been standing fairly close to the stall as to actually hear the owner above the commotion, and fell down hard and fast towards the wooden counter. She stuck out her hand to stop herself, but didn't center her arm properly and the left side of her body and face cracked against the rough wooden surface- which, luckily, was still intact.

Ryio pushed herself up, planting her feet firmly into the dirt under her with deliberate care. She then took the cloak and fastened it closed in the front, and then graciously accepted the bobbets from Kolo, completely ignoring the growling stranger behind her. "Thank you, miss. Blessings of the sands upon you." Ryio bowed her head slightly, and a single bead of blood dripped off of her forehead and onto her outstretched arm. Ryio touched her wrist to her forehead and sighed- it was bleeding, for sure, though not too bad. "Sorry. Miss Kolo- thank you. Again." She then stepped aside from the stall and turned back towards the street, placing two of the three bobbets away into her bag. To the stranger, she simply arched one eyebrow while chewing down hard on the stale bobbet. 

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