"Sorry!" Shaw whispered apologetically, jerking his hand back. Poking and prodding an injury probably wasn't the best idea he realized. The flicker of a candelabra and the long, advancing shadow of one of the satrap's servants would be the last glimpse of the garden either padawan would see as they fled the great house, cutting through a side gate that Theia found and rushing down the steps toward the city below. Skipping steps, Shaw's heart skipped beats until they reached one of Qatamer's busiest streets. Here they could blend in, thanks to the clothing Devek had provided.
The teenager crouched over, catching his breath. It had been one scare after another. First Theia falling and then almost getting caught. "You sure?" he asked doubtfully, noticing the swelling around the other padawan's wrist. "That doesn't look so hot. Shouldn't we find you a doctor or something?" He looked up and down the street in search of a sign that might suggest some kind of medical center, but Theia seemed insistent, talking about her experience in the ballet all while grinning. "I'm not sure if you're really tough or really stubborn or just really hungry."
For the time being Shaw would go along with it. He couldn't read any of the signs anyway, so maybe one of the locals would be able to point them in the direction of a medical center. There were so many interesting sights and smells that it was impossible to know where to look, but there was one scent that stood out from the rest. "Want some?" Shaw asked, gesturing toward the food cart where the smell was coming from.
If she said yes, the teenager would return with two pastries with crispy crusts, layered with clotted cream and nuts. He was also carrying a bag of ice for Theia's wrist. There had been a language barrier Shaw hadn't been able to overcome with the street vendor about finding a doctor, but the vendor had surmised enough to give him the ice pack if not an address. "So what is pointe?" Shaw asked, biting into his pastry. He knew nothing about ballet. "Is that a position sorta like on a sports team?" @GABA
The teenager crouched over, catching his breath. It had been one scare after another. First Theia falling and then almost getting caught. "You sure?" he asked doubtfully, noticing the swelling around the other padawan's wrist. "That doesn't look so hot. Shouldn't we find you a doctor or something?" He looked up and down the street in search of a sign that might suggest some kind of medical center, but Theia seemed insistent, talking about her experience in the ballet all while grinning. "I'm not sure if you're really tough or really stubborn or just really hungry."
For the time being Shaw would go along with it. He couldn't read any of the signs anyway, so maybe one of the locals would be able to point them in the direction of a medical center. There were so many interesting sights and smells that it was impossible to know where to look, but there was one scent that stood out from the rest. "Want some?" Shaw asked, gesturing toward the food cart where the smell was coming from.
If she said yes, the teenager would return with two pastries with crispy crusts, layered with clotted cream and nuts. He was also carrying a bag of ice for Theia's wrist. There had been a language barrier Shaw hadn't been able to overcome with the street vendor about finding a doctor, but the vendor had surmised enough to give him the ice pack if not an address. "So what is pointe?" Shaw asked, biting into his pastry. He knew nothing about ballet. "Is that a position sorta like on a sports team?" @GABA