Find me...
"Have you seen a woman this tall," Vakiyv raised his hand slightly above his chest. "She has purple and dark air. Very beautiful and fiery. She was brought here. Have you seen her?" Vakiyv asked a snorting trader tending to his cages of rare birds.
"If I see any pretty woman. I doubt I'll give her up. I need a pretty woman in my life, and we rarely see those around here." The trader shone his coloured teeth, and Vakiyv took a step back, repulsed by this man's words. He walked around the market and asked about Shyva, repeating the same question over and over again. Their answers could have been more encouraging.
