"Ey! Watch it kid!" A grumpy voice rang out over the crowd. I stumbled slightly, My braid going in the opposite direction of me. "Sorry!" I called, lowering the box so it wasn't in anyone's way. I steadied My brown eyes, trying to focus on the route ahead. There he was. "Stratus!" I called. He whipped his head to glance at me "Sycamore! Right on time!" He called, his Cloudy blue eyes softening. I jumped to the side, squeezing into his booth. "Sorry. It seems that everyone's trying to go shopping these days." I panted, setting the box down on the dirt floor. Stratus sighed, Placing the menu on the ordering wall and sighed. "Everyone wants to leave the Valley these days, so they're stocking up. Bunch of nonsense, I tell ya." I adjusted my Light brown braid, muttering. "Can't imagine why anyone would leave The cliffs of the air." I snorted, leaning down to grab the box, opening it. Stratus glanced at me. "Didya get the Flame elf spice?" I paused in my tracks, wanting to jump off of the view ledge. "I hate myself." I whacked my forehead with the packages of 'Fern's lettuce'. Stratus chuckled. "Its alright- you're only 17, I won't fire ya.". He took the lettuce from my hands, setting it off to the side. "Thanks kiddo. I know the trek to the Central Village is hard, but it keeps my business going." He placed a bag of Gems in my hand. "60 Gems, as promised.". I had a hard time trying to keep the squeal from getting through my mouth, but it was too late. Stratus flipped the sign on the front to 'Open'. Usually that was my cue to leave, so I did just that. I pushed my way out of the booth, waving goodbye to Stratus. Suddenly my gaze dropped. In the middle of the road, lay a letter. Hidden in an envelope, It had a worn Flame elf messenger seal on it. It look crumpled and worn, but it was a letter nonetheless. I glanced left, then right, then left again. The traffic had slowed down. It was perfect. Quiet enough so I wouldn't get injured, but crowded enough so I wouldn't get caught. I made a quick dash forward, scooping the letter into my hands. It was rough to the touch, and dustier than I thought it would be. On the front, in dark blue ink, it was addressed to "Mister Horizon." I gently tucked the letter into my pocket. This wasn't a good place to read it. My gaze darted from left, to right again. If I read it now it wouldn't turn out well. I squeezed into the crowed trying to avoid having my barely sandaled feet be stepped on, and began my way to my house.
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