Re: Festival of Springtime Blooms (Occam, Garb, Tass, Copper)
Keti was making his way through the streets of the city, a bag hanging over one shoulder while he looked through a map of the city he'd bought. He checked off a small square nearby - a few other areas on the map had already been marked, the Siren already having gone there to see the displays people had set up the short time he'd been in the city. He'd thought it would have been a much drearier place... after all, it
was a city, even if it was "the City of Flowers". But so far, the place had been amazing - all kinds of different flowers that he'd never seen before, all in one place! He hoped he could take back some seeds with him... he'd need money for that, and already he'd barely had enough to pay for lodgings here - apparently the town's guards wouldn't let him sleep out in a tree, like he'd been planning - but he figured he could make up enough with some performing. As a Siren,
he was pretty good, after all. He'd also already gotten a few compliments on his "display" - the flowers threaded through his hair and wings. Surely that would help, too?
The inn he was staying at definitely fit the image he'd had in his mind of a city more than the rest of it had - cramped, dirty, and unfriendly - but there hadn't really been any alternatives. Maybe he'd be allowed to sleep out on the roof, at least?
At any rate, he'd left his money up in his room, and was heading back to pick it up. Occupied with his map and planning out his day, Keti didn't notice where he was going, until-
Whump!
-He'd walked straight into someone, just outside the door to the inn he was staying at. Stuffing the map away in his shoulderbag, he looked over the Nekomata he'd just walked into, making a gesture with his hands and hoping he'd understand that he didn't mean it.
Quickly, he pulled out the writing slate from his bag, and wrote on it with a piece of chalk...
Sorry!
I didn't mean to!
After looking him over a minute, though, he wrote something else out on the other side, flipping the slate so he could see-
Have we met before?