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Oban: Kingdom of Dalriada
Out of all the places Ispir had travelled Oban was tied with Gild for perhaps the most awkward and uncomfortable place he had ever been. Between Gild being so hostile to mages such as himself and the Obanese guard briefly mistaking him for a lone woman he was more than a little wary of the place, and had specifically been directed to somewhere known as the 'Solari Square' to perform his music. Clutching his cap anxiously to his head Ispir had, at first, awed at the majestic griffins wheeling overhead until someone had accidentally bumped into him.... then another... and another.
It took him some time but it seemed though he had cleared up what he was with the guard plenty of the locals still mistook his androgynous appearance for that of a woman and, consequently, did not care to be kind enough to move aside for 'her' to walk in peace. Ispir, ever a kind person, would try to dodge and weave among the crowd as best they could as they would hastily chirp.
"A-Ah! E-Excuse me. S-Sorry! A-Apologies I just...."
Another harsh bump.
"Ack. I'm just trying to-...."
Another rough collision sent the small bard sprawling onto the rough cobblestones, the palms of their hands getting skinned pretty badly from the fall, but that did not cause nearly as much concern from the little Bard as his harp going scattering across the cobblestone across the street. Kicked, jostled and otherwise knocked away from him into a dirty alley as Ispir struggled to his feet and wandered after it. A lump of emotion clogging their throat as they felt.... unseen, derided, ignored and not in a passive way either.
Ispir had made it only a few steps to the alleyway before a hand roughly clapped down onto his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin as he glanced back at a large man, scar over one eye, scowling down at him.
"Y'know, foreigner, it's not right for a lady such as yourself to be without an escort. You might get hurt."
Feeling that lump catch in his throat Ispir would swallow and hastily trying to explain.
"W-Well you see Ser I'm a-actually no-...."
The man's hand squeezed down a bit, making the tiny Bard wince, as he interrupted.
"Yeah yeah, you're not reeeeally alone. Your husband is nearby. Your brother is just around the corner. Heard it all before....."
Ispir simply stared, tried to step back, and tensed as the man continued with his iron-grip keeping Ispir in place.
".... foreign women need to respect our way of doing things here. Don't care how 'free' you get to wander elsewhere."
Sasha'niel
Out of all the places Ispir had travelled Oban was tied with Gild for perhaps the most awkward and uncomfortable place he had ever been. Between Gild being so hostile to mages such as himself and the Obanese guard briefly mistaking him for a lone woman he was more than a little wary of the place, and had specifically been directed to somewhere known as the 'Solari Square' to perform his music. Clutching his cap anxiously to his head Ispir had, at first, awed at the majestic griffins wheeling overhead until someone had accidentally bumped into him.... then another... and another.
It took him some time but it seemed though he had cleared up what he was with the guard plenty of the locals still mistook his androgynous appearance for that of a woman and, consequently, did not care to be kind enough to move aside for 'her' to walk in peace. Ispir, ever a kind person, would try to dodge and weave among the crowd as best they could as they would hastily chirp.
"A-Ah! E-Excuse me. S-Sorry! A-Apologies I just...."
Another harsh bump.
"Ack. I'm just trying to-...."
Another rough collision sent the small bard sprawling onto the rough cobblestones, the palms of their hands getting skinned pretty badly from the fall, but that did not cause nearly as much concern from the little Bard as his harp going scattering across the cobblestone across the street. Kicked, jostled and otherwise knocked away from him into a dirty alley as Ispir struggled to his feet and wandered after it. A lump of emotion clogging their throat as they felt.... unseen, derided, ignored and not in a passive way either.
Ispir had made it only a few steps to the alleyway before a hand roughly clapped down onto his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin as he glanced back at a large man, scar over one eye, scowling down at him.
"Y'know, foreigner, it's not right for a lady such as yourself to be without an escort. You might get hurt."
Feeling that lump catch in his throat Ispir would swallow and hastily trying to explain.
"W-Well you see Ser I'm a-actually no-...."
The man's hand squeezed down a bit, making the tiny Bard wince, as he interrupted.
"Yeah yeah, you're not reeeeally alone. Your husband is nearby. Your brother is just around the corner. Heard it all before....."
Ispir simply stared, tried to step back, and tensed as the man continued with his iron-grip keeping Ispir in place.
".... foreign women need to respect our way of doing things here. Don't care how 'free' you get to wander elsewhere."
Sasha'niel