The heinous winds of the desert sands did nothing to deter this young man from strolling through the markets of the rich city. He had been here quite some time now, that is, he had been in Heliohapt for an extended period of time and by now, he had adapted. Surely, his training throughout the desert had served his purpose as never had he ever felt so physically capable of enduring through the toughest of menial tasks. A sack of eastern rice was lumped over his shoulder from an oriental merchant stand. It was pricey, but well worth the costs.
The door to his lodge creaked open eerily as it usually did when he entered. Tenma, by the looks of things, was most likely out yet he called out anyway. "I'm back!" A couple seconds passed with no answer. As expected, Tenma was a busy man as well so he wasn't surprised at all. It made no difference, he would continue his day normally until they met again.
Out on the streets again, the door behind him creaked closed before he surveyed the area before him. Once satisfying his eyes, Yushin proceeded to lock the door and set out towards the markets once more. He had glimpsed a fair amounts of elegant fabrics that caught his attention and he was curious to see where they were from.
Upon hearing the familiar chatter of the merchant road nearing closer, Yushin felt a stern bumb from behind that almost made his trip forward. Spinning around aggressively, one hand on his geom, Yushin met eyes with a startled easterner in chains. The chains merely symbolized the slaves' stature, but by no means did it really restrict movement immensely. After a quick surveyance with his eyes, Yushin concluded that it was merely an accident.
"M-my apologies! It w-won't happen again!" The voice sounded familiar, familiar in the sense that...hmm maybe he was just hearing things. Then, he actually looked into the eyes of the slave, and his own eyes widened.
"You-!" He gasped.
The slave noticed it too and gasped as well. "Y-young....PRINCE?!" The slave was not alone of course. His chains rattled as he turned toh is side to view his master. Yushin's eyes followed as he cocked an eyebrow. Now, what was going on here?
The door to his lodge creaked open eerily as it usually did when he entered. Tenma, by the looks of things, was most likely out yet he called out anyway. "I'm back!" A couple seconds passed with no answer. As expected, Tenma was a busy man as well so he wasn't surprised at all. It made no difference, he would continue his day normally until they met again.
Out on the streets again, the door behind him creaked closed before he surveyed the area before him. Once satisfying his eyes, Yushin proceeded to lock the door and set out towards the markets once more. He had glimpsed a fair amounts of elegant fabrics that caught his attention and he was curious to see where they were from.
Upon hearing the familiar chatter of the merchant road nearing closer, Yushin felt a stern bumb from behind that almost made his trip forward. Spinning around aggressively, one hand on his geom, Yushin met eyes with a startled easterner in chains. The chains merely symbolized the slaves' stature, but by no means did it really restrict movement immensely. After a quick surveyance with his eyes, Yushin concluded that it was merely an accident.
"M-my apologies! It w-won't happen again!" The voice sounded familiar, familiar in the sense that...hmm maybe he was just hearing things. Then, he actually looked into the eyes of the slave, and his own eyes widened.
"You-!" He gasped.
The slave noticed it too and gasped as well. "Y-young....PRINCE?!" The slave was not alone of course. His chains rattled as he turned toh is side to view his master. Yushin's eyes followed as he cocked an eyebrow. Now, what was going on here?