Jelix/tythan: Sanctuary

Soup

The people in the city bumped into jack as they rushed to wherever they wanted to go, as he swam through the crowd of people.

The chitter chatter of the crowd talking happily droned on, as he was surrounded by colorful stalls.

The endless street of shops seemed to House everything from various hanging meats to baskets of fruit.

There seemed to be foods he had never seen before.

He passed a street sign that told him he was in the shopping district

Some of the stalls he passed had people cooking, he could smell the layers scents of all the different foods. He saw a young naga flipping something similar to pancakes in a stall with a green roof, her serpentine tail wrapped cozily around the plastic chair she was siting in, sipping her coffee and writing the days menu on a chalkboard.

Many of the stalls had people cooking, chalkboards scrawled with menues and prices.

He could smell fish, but like, it was different than the tiny cave minnows he always ate in the cave.

Following the smell he ended up at a stall with a yellow tarp, it had intricate ink drawings of mountains painted across it, and an old harpy stirring something in a pot in the corner.

"That smells like really good" jack thought, Swimming towards the stall.

Jack walked up to the greyed harpy, he had feathers scattered along his arms, he was older, and he looked up at jack with wrinkled eyes.

"hello fishy!" The harpy said, wrinkles under his eyes, turning towards the siren.

"Hey!... um... I was wondering? What are you cooking?" Jack asked, looking into the stall.
"It.. smells good"

"Fish head soup!" The old man laughed, motioning to a cut fish frying in the other side of the tent.

"Cool.? What's that" jack asked.

The old man looked up slowly, his face surprised, he cocked his head, smiling.

"It's a traditional harpy dish! My stall is called taste of the mountains" he laughed, motioning towards the chalkboard above him, extravagant mountains carved above the menue, as promised, the days special was fish head soup.

"Oh! Ok... what's fish head soup." Jack asked.

The old man smiled, "your not from around here are you?" He asked.

"No.. I'm not from the city..." jack said slowly.

"Cool! What pod are you from lil siren man?" The harpy asked.

Jack looked at the ground for a second. "um... it's a long story,,, I never really had a pod,, um.."

"It was poachers wannit?" The old man said, stirring the soup.

Jack nodded.

The old man's eyes darkened and he smiled softly, "I understand young man, many share that sad song." He said.

"Why do you think this city's standing!" The harpy said.

Jack nodded.

"So what's in the soup?" Jack asked.

"Well right now just warming chicken stock, but it's your lucky day young man, wanna help me start up the dish of the day?, I'll pay you in a fresh bowl when I'm done?" The harpy asked.

"Sure!" Jack chirped, the old man motioning him into the stall.

"Names Harvey by the way!" He smiled.