It had been seven years since her uncle had brought up that name. dangerous which made Geestah even more concerned than she already was. Ge’Tayah ran through the workshop snatching off of the shelves and out of drawers. They had left their chambers in a flurry. All he would say was that she should get to Cha’Raza. When Ge’Tayah returned, however, it was in a panic.
Only one maker in a generation ever creates something so wonderful and as far as he was concerned she had outdone even M’Assaad the first maker himself. When he left her, he had seemed proud of what his niece had crafted. He had been out the previous evening for a meeting with the Council of Gears. “Take this, and bring it to Cha’Raza out in the waste,” he had told her in hushed tones as he passed her the contraption still bound in a leather pouch. How can something intended for so much good become such a source of strife for her and her family. This thing was the source of all her troubles. She felt for the small contraption he had passed her. Luckily Ge’Tayah, her uncle, knew paths through some unused garbage chutes that they used to move unseen. She had to scramble out of the Making Towers and get into the streets. The Barbers were coming and they were looking for her. Ge’Tayah had awakened her just before sunset and told her to move. Pushing the hunger out of her mind she found herself drifting back to earlier in the day. Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that it was near evening and she hadn’t had any food yet. You had no standing in the town so you were practically invisible. The merchants in particular are always trying to sell you something or get you to make a deal so they can sell your creations. They wanted to connect with you or offered you tobacco in hopes that it might lead to a favor or be used to better their family. To a casual passerby she might have even been mistaken for a D’zul man, with their colorful veils and a facewraps, were it not for her diminutive and square stature.Īll of the wrapping made her terribly hot but, here in the Outer Passes of the forge town called MouthRidge, she probably drew less attention as a foreign traveler than she would have if she were wearing her maker’s robes and belt.
The wrap she wore was nondescript and revealed little but her eyes.
Geestah pushed her way through the crowd in the market doing her best to not draw too much attention her way.
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