"Common" "Common Sign" "Scalveen"
The bloom was acting up quite a bit to-trial. He had taken far more breaks during his serving job than normal. On top of that, he still had one more job to go to. Right now, on top of itching, it burned. To the point that there were a few times that he almost turned around and smacked a customer when he felt someone go to reach for his shoulder.
Why was it flaring up to-trial? Why couldn't it just leave him alone?! He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, light still gracing the skies with it's presence. Clutching his fist he started walking towards the docks. He needed to take a moment. Maybe splash some water on it, see if it calms down. Or just a place to take off his jacket and shirt, because he didn't really like people seeing the black mass that was spreading on his collar bone.
With white knuckles, and an even paler face, he just kept going. Past the dock, past the beach, to a cape, rocky and almost unsafe for those not used to it. But he often came to this cape to be alone. It was rare to find people here... Especially on a chilly Ashan evening, this soon after Zi'Da. Even after it got dark he'd have a bit of time.
Looking around slowly, he took a deep breath and slipped out of his top. Shoving a bit of it in his pants so that it was kind of hanging from his waist so that he wouldn't lose it. He looked down at his white clothing. Colored a bit tan or cream over the years with dirt that hadn't been managed to be washed out. But that was okay. It still looked mostly nice.
What didn't look nice was the bloom. Ink bloom, the dreadful disease that he had feared since he was a child. A hand slowly reached up and touched it gently. Hi wince and even let a bit of a snarl out. "Fek!" He yelled shakily and dropped his hand to his side. A grimace maring his feminine face. He shivered a bit as some of the biting wind blew past him. Though he turned to make sure it was blowing against his diseased flesh.
When he looked up though, he froze, seeing a woman standing there in front of him. Opening his mouth and then closing it, he couldn't find words. Too shocked, he'd checked. He had CHECKED yet, right there, was a woman that he'd completely missed. Shaking his head he scrambled and tried to grab his shirt, only to fumble with it and drop it on the rocks. Bending down, he picked it up and slipped it back on, he looked quite shaken. Had she seen? She had to have seen. He looked away from her. Afraid of judgement. Afraid of fear. Afraid of pity.
"Did.... see?" He asked, it sounded like he was mumbling with the crashing of the sea so loud, but he hadn't actually said you. He was still struggling with common. He seriously needed to get to studying harder. It was actually hurting his job capabilities. Though at this moment, it didn't matter. He just looked over the woman and blinked. Wondering what she was doing here. And what was with her clothing? She had almost none, also, was that a spear? He blinked as he re-looked over her. Had she come from another land? So many questions ran through his mind.