Hey, I’ve been sitting on this story for a while now. Please let me know what you think as I’m eager for feedback :)
This first part is pretty slow but it sets us up well for a chapter two ;)
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Fey scrambled along the busy dockside in the search of her Trademaster, Rsun. He had sent her out earlier that morning to purchase Trysian Pearls, a shimmering violet pearl unique to these waters. Rsun would usually insist on haggling the trade himself, but he had stated that they would receive a better price if Fey were the one sent to negotiate. For this, she was grateful, as any opportunity for a slice of freedom was a blessing.
The dockside was a hive of activity; with sailors clambering from ships, merchants selling their wares at wooden stalls and city guards monitoring the chaos the best they could. Fey was no stranger to Trysia, as she and her Trademaster had travelled here yesteryear. The modest city had a sort of rustic charm in its weather-beaten storefronts and homes. She could lose herself as she spent too much time gazing at the many faces and peoples of the dock.