Post by Dion on Jan 16, 2023 23:27:56 GMT -5
When the modern style of the Tuffles was too extravagant, and the rugged charm of the main Saiyan cities a bit too rough for a young man's tastes, there was always Tarbel Village to lean back on.
Truth be told, Dion didn't frequent many of the smaller villages outside of the main Saiyan or Tuffle areas they surrounded. Mostly because it reminded him of his poor-boy childhood, and that brought up more conflicting feelings than he was willing to already put up with at the moment. But, seeing as his taste for more populated scenery was lessening with each passing day, the more lowkey atmosphere of the out-of-the-way Saiyan settlement became more and more enticing.
Until, finally, dressed up in some unassuming Earthly clothing consisting of a form-fitting athletic tee and some matching sweatpants, Dion made the small flight down from Sadala Capital to the village proper. The ambiance of the wastes surrounding the small town gave him a fine feeling of nostalgia, visions of him and Carro in their humble hut for home passing fondly through his mind as he touched down on the edge of the village limits.
Putting a hand up above his eyebrows, Dion stared into the village with a museful gaze. The heat of the midday sun brought a nice glow upon his features as he walked into Tarbel Village with a slow, steady stride. Looking around, the streets of the town seemed relatively busy for a settlement its size- merchants and vendors dotted all around, tempting tourists and locals alike with their promises of items that would make their simple lives even simpler in the hopes of making their pockets heavier in return.
It was all quite quaint to the connoisseur, who's been on both sides of the spectrum before. Selling things to make some semblance of a living, and buying things to maintain the semblance of having one. In his youth, he'd walk with his parents whenever they'd go on grocery runs, and while short-lived considering their budget, it was some of the fondest memories he had of Plant in general.
Which only made what happened later on in his boyhood hurt even more.
Amidst his mindful musings, Dion realized he had stopped in his tracks- finding that he now stood and stared directly at a family before a vendor stand for some sort of village fare. It was a young boy with his parents, and after a few moments spent looking over his options, he exclaimed in glee to the two with him what he wanted.
It put a smile on his face, despite the burning gloom that appeared in the pit of his stomach at the sight. His parents were originally all he had, and even as people like Carro and Amara came into his life following their passing, the hole left in his heart never really fixed itself. Even now, Dion was still a young boy who ached to feel the guiding hands of his parents on his own one more time. He watched as the three walked away with their delicacies, his stomach suddenly also grumbling at the sight of the food in their hands. Patting his belly, Dion decided it wouldn't hurt to indulge a bit.
Walking away from the vendor a few moments later, Dion held in his hand a hefty piece of funnel cake, taking an occasional bite as he continued his aimless stroll down the street. While normally the young man liked to have a point to his little trips, the distractive nature of the village and its tourist traps were good enough for him currently.
Anything to provide a little bit of tranquility after the most chaotic portion of his life to date.
But, as things usually turned out, nothing ever stayed peaceful for long.
Truth be told, Dion didn't frequent many of the smaller villages outside of the main Saiyan or Tuffle areas they surrounded. Mostly because it reminded him of his poor-boy childhood, and that brought up more conflicting feelings than he was willing to already put up with at the moment. But, seeing as his taste for more populated scenery was lessening with each passing day, the more lowkey atmosphere of the out-of-the-way Saiyan settlement became more and more enticing.
Until, finally, dressed up in some unassuming Earthly clothing consisting of a form-fitting athletic tee and some matching sweatpants, Dion made the small flight down from Sadala Capital to the village proper. The ambiance of the wastes surrounding the small town gave him a fine feeling of nostalgia, visions of him and Carro in their humble hut for home passing fondly through his mind as he touched down on the edge of the village limits.
Putting a hand up above his eyebrows, Dion stared into the village with a museful gaze. The heat of the midday sun brought a nice glow upon his features as he walked into Tarbel Village with a slow, steady stride. Looking around, the streets of the town seemed relatively busy for a settlement its size- merchants and vendors dotted all around, tempting tourists and locals alike with their promises of items that would make their simple lives even simpler in the hopes of making their pockets heavier in return.
It was all quite quaint to the connoisseur, who's been on both sides of the spectrum before. Selling things to make some semblance of a living, and buying things to maintain the semblance of having one. In his youth, he'd walk with his parents whenever they'd go on grocery runs, and while short-lived considering their budget, it was some of the fondest memories he had of Plant in general.
Which only made what happened later on in his boyhood hurt even more.
Amidst his mindful musings, Dion realized he had stopped in his tracks- finding that he now stood and stared directly at a family before a vendor stand for some sort of village fare. It was a young boy with his parents, and after a few moments spent looking over his options, he exclaimed in glee to the two with him what he wanted.
It put a smile on his face, despite the burning gloom that appeared in the pit of his stomach at the sight. His parents were originally all he had, and even as people like Carro and Amara came into his life following their passing, the hole left in his heart never really fixed itself. Even now, Dion was still a young boy who ached to feel the guiding hands of his parents on his own one more time. He watched as the three walked away with their delicacies, his stomach suddenly also grumbling at the sight of the food in their hands. Patting his belly, Dion decided it wouldn't hurt to indulge a bit.
Walking away from the vendor a few moments later, Dion held in his hand a hefty piece of funnel cake, taking an occasional bite as he continued his aimless stroll down the street. While normally the young man liked to have a point to his little trips, the distractive nature of the village and its tourist traps were good enough for him currently.
Anything to provide a little bit of tranquility after the most chaotic portion of his life to date.
But, as things usually turned out, nothing ever stayed peaceful for long.
PL: 20,000 (Energy Setting flavored as mental barriers restricting his power from 55,600 - WC: 650 - TWC: 650