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Backpacking Trip: Ancient Greece, Wednesday
Wednesday, June 16th, 2010 08:32 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
ancientbschamp.livejournal.comThe weather today was a bit overcast with a light drizzle to start the morning, but any of the locals would be quick to assert that it would burn off soon enough and bring the return of the lovely temperate weather everyone had been enjoying so far.
It was a market day, and over on the centaur side of the river it was bustling with preparation: livestock being rounded up, crops and other goods loaded onto wagons. Meanwhile in the Amazon village, several of the tribe's artisans were using the time to do some touch-up work on the shrine to Artemis that stood in a prominent central spot.
Scant precipitation notwithstanding, out in a clearing near the river a few of the younger Amazons and their counterparts from the centaur village, along with some youthful and spindly-legged centaur children, were kicking a crude leather ball around in a game that bore more than a passing resemblance to football. No, not that one with the funny-looking ball.
. . . it was probably a coincidence. Right?
[OOC: OCD is up. You are safe from the vuvuzelas. For now.]
It was a market day, and over on the centaur side of the river it was bustling with preparation: livestock being rounded up, crops and other goods loaded onto wagons. Meanwhile in the Amazon village, several of the tribe's artisans were using the time to do some touch-up work on the shrine to Artemis that stood in a prominent central spot.
Scant precipitation notwithstanding, out in a clearing near the river a few of the younger Amazons and their counterparts from the centaur village, along with some youthful and spindly-legged centaur children, were kicking a crude leather ball around in a game that bore more than a passing resemblance to football. No, not that one with the funny-looking ball.
. . . it was probably a coincidence. Right?
[OOC: OCD is up. You are safe from the vuvuzelas. For now.]