The Red Lady
Black knee-high boots awoke the dust as they cut through the raucous hoards swarming Giya Market. Many already seemed to be at each other's throats, some stealing day-old fruit from the back tables, others, knives drawn, demanding goods they had been promised. Saturday was payment day for many of the colonies - the day one pays their debts, rather than gains anything of value for themselves. Meandering through the square, Cora was in no mood to be sold to today. She was in search of very specific goods, and this was her hunting ground. Greedily she scanned the stalls, finally settling on a familiar weathered face; Noah. Resourceful, whip-smart, a collector, always having just what she needed - before she knew what she was looking for herself. His eyes landed on hers, a cocktail of annoyance and begrudging affection sprawled across his face. A smirk formed on Cora's lips.
