Draped in tattered, dirtied clothing, Krinn still didn't manage to stand out among the many visitors of the Taanab farmer's market. The fall harvest had drawn many to fairs across the planet's surface, eager to sell both crops and livestock alike. The market was growing increasingly crowded with the number of foreign traders and visitors who were all too eager to get their hands on freshly farmed supplies. The only real reason Krinn ever garnered looks from those around him was due to... well, being a Nautolan.
Tanaab wasn't a world with a lot of standing water. Not many lakes, and no oceans. Rain could be intense, but otherwise, aquatic races were not exactly commonplace on the open planes and humid jungles of the agricultural planet. For a farmer, though? This was paradise.
It wasn't often that he came into the small town by himself. His boss, Caius, the man that had taken him in and given him both home and work, was almost always at his side. But today, Caius was far too busy securing a trade agreement with one of the planet's corporate giants, leaving Krinn to do the week's errands alone.
Thus far, he had managed to get a hold of several bags of Roba feed for the farm's livestock, securing them on the back of Caius' hover-trailer. At least he could be grateful for the break in the heat, as the planet experienced it's later seasons. Tanaab didn't have harsh winters, but any cool air was welcome when you spent your days with backbreaking labor. Krinn was pleased with his job as a farmhand, though. It kept both mind and body busy, too busy to think about other things that he'd much rather forget.
He's panting by the time he loads the last bag onto the trailer, and Krinn grabs at the bottle of water fastened against his belt, all too eager to enjoy a break for the time being. Owlish eyes turn instead into the crowd of both locals and foreigners alike, as the scarred Nautolan leans against the vehicle with a relaxed expression.
@LilyNion
Tanaab wasn't a world with a lot of standing water. Not many lakes, and no oceans. Rain could be intense, but otherwise, aquatic races were not exactly commonplace on the open planes and humid jungles of the agricultural planet. For a farmer, though? This was paradise.
It wasn't often that he came into the small town by himself. His boss, Caius, the man that had taken him in and given him both home and work, was almost always at his side. But today, Caius was far too busy securing a trade agreement with one of the planet's corporate giants, leaving Krinn to do the week's errands alone.
Thus far, he had managed to get a hold of several bags of Roba feed for the farm's livestock, securing them on the back of Caius' hover-trailer. At least he could be grateful for the break in the heat, as the planet experienced it's later seasons. Tanaab didn't have harsh winters, but any cool air was welcome when you spent your days with backbreaking labor. Krinn was pleased with his job as a farmhand, though. It kept both mind and body busy, too busy to think about other things that he'd much rather forget.
He's panting by the time he loads the last bag onto the trailer, and Krinn grabs at the bottle of water fastened against his belt, all too eager to enjoy a break for the time being. Owlish eyes turn instead into the crowd of both locals and foreigners alike, as the scarred Nautolan leans against the vehicle with a relaxed expression.
@LilyNion
