As they became certain the landmass in front of them was, in fact, Kithmali, Ohmen carefully warps into the female human form he had employed on Vyapor. Except now he spends a little more time perfecting it, forcing it into certain expressions in order to slightly shift and re-adjust facial features if needed. Though the differences overall were mainly unnoticeable, most features had been refined. And with that, Ohmen throws the white cloak over his already primed outfit and walks to the deck. Wisdom lurking somewhere up above in the riggings, an obvious excitement in the Raven’s eyes as it stared down to the planet’s closing in surface.
With a gentle, or rather somewhat aggressive thud, considering it was their first landing, onto the dock Ohmen approaches the side of the ship, taking in deep breaths of the fresh air… there was a certain, indescribable feeling, the kind you can only know by doing it when fist landing... When you first feel the wind sift through your clothing and hair, brushing along your skin.. .an utterly surreal experience time and time again. The noises too, Being on a ship for so long you get used to the strange, void silence beyond the gentle creaking and humming of the ship... But now, the noise was everywhere, overwhelming even! A thousand fluttering leaves, a dozen footsteps from every angle, voices, animals, birds… Everything!
Whilst Drakk and a handful of others quickly disembark to approach the harbourmaster, Ohmen stands there unmoving, absorbing it all in, taking in deep breath after deep breath. The atmosphere of it all, swirling around him, or now, her as she calls to Wisdom. And after several moments the Raven drags its fascinated gaze from the surroundings, fluttering down to the traveller's shoulder from where it had been studying every building, person and ship.
With the words ‘A fresh slate’ on her lips, Ohmen remaining face down mutters a few words to Wisdom, the bird muttering a few back in return.
“You know how it goes Wisdom.”
“You know what I am going to say… be curious. But not too curious. And Now fly.”
A second before the word fly was able to burn in the air, the raven was up, having to fight a little harder with the immense planet's gravity to get some altitude. But now in the sky, carried high by beating wings and black feathers it soars freely no longer contained. An undoubtedly good feeling.
Meanwhile, the traveller gently steps down from the ship approaching Drakk and the harbourmaster with a friendly smile and rosy expression.
‘Greetings Ulathami. I see things are going about nicely here on your port…I haven’t seen your kind for a long time, I've heard many a good thing about them though. And Yes, We are here to trade these wonderful gems, oh and the ‘Scro’ or whatever they are called, Don't worry about them… you see my kobold friend here had a small dispute with them several months back, can't seem to get over it and wants to see if he can find them and talk it out.
Patting Drakk on the back, letting him know to knock it off about the Scro, Ohmen continues. His interest in the so-called ‘Oracles’, ‘Star-day’ and market waiting...
“Back to the gems though, I mean just look how they shine!” The traveller gently pinches the citrine from the bag in a delicate manner. Holding it up to reflect the light in dazzling rays, its golden, amber colour illuminated and gleaming…
‘Hm, some say that gems like this have spiritual healing qualities as well, I think Citrine carries the virtues of Inspiration and self-improvement!’
Giving a friendly shrug the traveller holds it up a bit higher.
‘I mean, I'm not in a place to say if they are true or not, but very fascinating nonetheless.. You are interested in this one? You know, I'm not just saying this because, but I honestly think It would go well with your, might I say, beautiful fur.”
The traveller gives another smile before her eyes go back to the gem with a deep, somewhat longing breath.
“Way back from where I come they call these ‘Amber Stars’ A wonderful, and fitting name for a wonderful gem.”
