Darci

A week had passed during your stay in Paraty, boat tours, enjoying the local cuisine, and simply admiring the beauty of this colonial town in Brazil had taken up most of your time, not to mention Festival Da Pinga. Communicating had been a bit hard, since most of the town's inhabitants speak Portuguese, but you'd made due with broken Portaguese and Google translate... The festival had since concluded, but spirits were still high, and the weather was nice, and cool despite it being mid day. Walking along the cobble stone walkways, a tall figure would catch your eye, receiving money from a vendor. Dressed in only a pair of loose Bombachas, the otter pocketed the money and turned to walk away with a polite wave, taking a few steps in the direction you had been coming. His face was... Well, that of an otter, yet with a boyish, human quality to it, wide, expressive hazel eyes falling upon you. "Oh, você é turista? I don't think I've seen you around here before... where are you from?" He asks quietly, his voice soft and measured as he gets... What would some would consider, just a bit too close for just meeting someone.