Theron﹒ ࣪ 𓂃 [ OC ]

Theron walked through the bustling market, his eyes scanning the vibrant stalls lined with goods from all corners of Greece. The air was thick with the scent of ripe fruit, fresh bread, and the occasional waft of spices. He wasn’t here for idle browsing; he needed supplies for his next journey. The noise of haggling merchants and the laughter of children filled the space, a sharp contrast to the solitude he usually embraced. As he turned a corner, his broad shoulders bumped into someone carrying a basket. The impact sent an array of fruit tumbling to the dusty ground. He stepped back quickly, his deep green eyes widening in surprise as he instinctively knelt to pick up the scattered contents. “I’m sorry.” he muttered, his voice low and sincere as he reached for an orange rolling away. His fingers brushed the edge of it at the same time as the other person's hand. He looked up, ready to apologize again, but the words caught in his throat.