It was true that they immediately stood out like sore thumbs in this place, and the locals and even non-locals stopped to stare at them. He wondered if any one of these people had ever seen someone with red hair before, and of course, he towered over most Europeans let alone these people. While no one said anything, they also did not hide how they openly stared.
He disliked such attentions most of the time, but here, he had brought Lenore here to be an object of difference. They were out of place, and he wanted it that way. This was a culture proclaiming great honour, and he had seen some of the beauty in fabric finery and jewelry making from Cho. It was so different that he expected Lenore would be the talk of their community should she fine an item or several items of her liking.
"An intentional situation on my part," he remarked as he kept an elbow out for her to to have a hand on. "I can't proclaim to be willing to try on clothing that would be so ill-fitted," he added. Perhaps a trinket or a weapon or more excitingly: a book or two. Japanese was a language he had brushed up on to be here, but he craved learning more about their society as a whole.
He lead her to the first booth of common fruit and vegetables, nothing either of them would be interested in actually eating, but there were items he had only seen in books or told in stories. "Momo, I believe. A peach specific to this country" he said, pointing to a fuzzy looking round fruit. "And mikah, which if I read correctly is a citrus fruit similar to an orange." Polite interest even if they were being ogled by the vendor.
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He disliked such attentions most of the time, but here, he had brought Lenore here to be an object of difference. They were out of place, and he wanted it that way. This was a culture proclaiming great honour, and he had seen some of the beauty in fabric finery and jewelry making from Cho. It was so different that he expected Lenore would be the talk of their community should she fine an item or several items of her liking.
"An intentional situation on my part," he remarked as he kept an elbow out for her to to have a hand on. "I can't proclaim to be willing to try on clothing that would be so ill-fitted," he added. Perhaps a trinket or a weapon or more excitingly: a book or two. Japanese was a language he had brushed up on to be here, but he craved learning more about their society as a whole.
He lead her to the first booth of common fruit and vegetables, nothing either of them would be interested in actually eating, but there were items he had only seen in books or told in stories. "Momo, I believe. A peach specific to this country" he said, pointing to a fuzzy looking round fruit. "And mikah, which if I read correctly is a citrus fruit similar to an orange." Polite interest even if they were being ogled by the vendor.