GENRE: YA Sci-Fi
The dust is high today, the air impossibly dry as I scan the swarms of bodies packed tight in the streets, suffocating from the heat.
Another sandstorm is coming.
I try to focus on the crowd as an airship slinks over the street from where it’s tethered at the top of a building, blocking out the sun. My fingers itch as muted glints of silver flash on one side of the street, then the other as I stick to the shade of a massive building. People rush past, and I’m careful to keep to the edge of the crowd and out of sight from the redcoats on patrol.
My head pounds from the cries of barterers and I search for flashes of crimson. Today everyone in Cidy will be on the streets to trade what they have for what they need. Meaning the Service will be on high alert for pickpockets.
A man chases after an Insan vendor dressed in a bright green button down, too busy to notice me. I reach forward and slip a silver chain from his pocket and stuff it into my bag.
Everyone is supposed to play nice with the tradesmen from Insa, the Moroccan nation to the west. The monthly mass market, our so-called Vendita Day, is how Syd and the Insan Council keep up the façade that Cidy and Insa are good neighbors. After Europe fell to shambles nearly two centuries ago, good neighbors are hard to come by even in your own country.