Just a litte something I'm working on:
The market in Pelon was a square mile of stalls selling everything from shoe leather to sunblossom butter. It was also a magnet for every busker and ne'er-do-pel in Harken's Landing. A chel show was underway, the pel actors made up with large, oversize speckles all over their faces and orange wigs. Fix hurried past the laughing crowd.
"Silsinthe! Best quality! Brimstoke Gold Label Silsithe here!" The barker was a tall pel with shaggy black hair in need of a trim. She wore the livery of a coat-check pel at the Harken Club as if it were an ash dealer's smock and the very sight of her made the ground feel more solid beneath Fix's feet.
