Justin
The fresh winds that blew in from the Bagega Desert into the Dezabian city warmed the hearts of some, burnt the skins of others. The market of the town was rather full this time of day, as it was just before the sun reached its peak, when noon struck few wanted to be outdoors without some sort of cover unless they had to, as the sun beat down harshly on those that did stay out. Even now, to protect herself, a young kitsune woman kept herself covered with a light cloth cowl and cloak. This young woman was Zara, a regular around this part of town this time of day. It was warm with the sun rising, but the light breeze kept it bearable for the young woman to be out in. Even now, years after living here, the intense heat still bothered her greatly to no end, it made her almost miss the freezing winters back north. But this was where she was now, and she had adapted to survive it, and although it was from perfect, she was content with her way of living. 

Along with her light grey cowl and cloak, Zara had on nice white modified silk robes that covered everywhere with a nice design, leaving only her thighs revealed because of her linen shorts underneath and her knee high socks. Along with those she had on a matching pair of leather boots, and looking at her underneath the cloak and cowl, it was hard to tell where her skin began and clothes began to some degree as she was nearly as white as her own attire. She had developed her mother's skin, being whiter than the snow on the ground in winter, she also did not tan too well, so staying out bare in the sun was never an option for her, leading her to stick out like a sore thumb when her cloak was off compared to many of the others in the area, at least she was a Kitsune though, which were common in the theocratic country. The last thing of note was her tail and ears, which for convenience's sake were both hidden away with magic, leaving her to look almost identical to any other human. Although most figured because of the mass amount of Oriates, those that looked like humans were likely some oriate in disguise. 

As Zara walked through the busy shopping street she eventually came out to a wide public square with a fountain in the center and a few benches scattered about. Although Dezabia was positioned near 2 deserts, it also had a large river running through the center of the country, along with a large agricultural presence, making the nation rather wealthy for its geography. As Zara finished admiring the scenery she went to have a seat on one of the benches that was under a tree, giving some shade. She chose to sit on the right side of the bench, mainly so that she had room for her rapier that she had strapped to her waist. Along with her magic, that rapier was her main way of deterring would-be attackers. Finally resting for a moment she took off her cowl, folding it down and revealing her full head.
Vanessa
*Through the scorching desert sands, a man roamed with his trusting steed sauntering just behind him attached to a lead to keep them connected. With the country opening up just in front of them to bring relief to the uneven surface, the two would make their way to the entrance. Unlike most in this land, the man wasn't that of an oriate or anything of the sort really. From the pointed ears alone, one could guess he was a sort of Elf, but which kind would be a harder feat.

He traveled in much warmer clothing as the heat itself didn't affect him as much as others. A red cloak extended back from the long sleeved shirt he wore, ending just above where his pants met his boots while strapped to his side was a sheathe that seemed to be made to hold a short sword, just opposite of that being where he kept his crossbow. Upon his hands were leather gloves, made specifically for horse riding. It was an odd fashion choice for some moving through the desert which was made obvious at the humidity-generated sweat producing from him. However, he didn't seem to pay no mind to it. At the very least one could assume he was an outsider, but if not for his clothing to make it clear enough, one could assume from the mask he wore across his face.*

*Upon it sat what looked to be the head of a pig. The lack of tusks on it was a slight detail to help differentiate it from that of a boar. Where the short pink furs stuck to it seemed to sprout up from the mask, it made it difficult to tell where the mask ended and his hair began. That is, if not for the transition of short furs to long hair. Fortunately enough as the mask came to an end atop his head, it would be met with long flowing locks of pink hair, a unique color that only certain Elves were known to have naturally. The Mask covered most of his face, except for the area around his mouth where he usually carried a neutral if not smug look and from the eye sockets where one could assume he saw through was nothing but a blank white coloring of where the pig's eyes should have been.

Around the man's neck rested a Furrow which to some could have been seen as an odd companion choice as Furrow's were known to be nothing but pests, vermin even to the more farm-like countryside. But sure enough, the animal sat there rather lax as the man made his way towards the center of the town where a fountain sat beautifully against the more deserted lands. It was an impressive sight to see after his long travel from the North.*
Justin
Zara continued resting at the bench for a little bit when something, or more exactly someone of interest caught the young woman's business eye. Someone dressed in quite the peculiar outfit, especially for the hot region of Dezabia where most would be melting in such attire. While most would see this stranger as an oddity and perhaps gossip about them, she saw this as a business opportunity. This was someone who needed a change of clothes and a rest to get their own head on straight, their own head was probably so backwards now that they were hiding it with a pig's one to look somewhat normal. Zara smiled and stood up, putting her cowl back over head and to the point where it would help block out the sun from getting her eyes and causing a headache. Something she had done 1 or 2 too many times to say the least. 

"You'll burn up wearing that thing on your head, even if you are used to the heat." Zara started with as she got in earshot of the pig headed elf. Her accent is still Slavic different from the natives on the land, but not as strong as it used to be. Getting a better look at him, and in all honesty the pig head somewhat weirded her out, but this was a chance to do business, so she would take this unsettledness and hide it away as she did many other things when around others.

Looking back at the "Human" Girl if the elf noticed her words he would see that her face was rather obscured by her cowl. Although one of her grey eyes was visible along with her pale white skin. "You are new around here, aren't you?" She asked as well to see if he was really paying attention to her if he did turn around.