Roaming the streets of Galidonia

Roaming the streets of Galidonia has never been one of my favorite past times. the diorite streets are wide and open and not a bird in sight. The buildings are large and easily to traverse, however when I attempted it I got a stern talk down. I roll my eyes again about him saying that, that isn't proper here and I'm like what do I care, I come here once a year TOPS. He says make a good impression of yourself on them, that will carry on well into your adulthood when you are the one buying and selling. Begruntingly I can see that he has a point but that doesn't mean I like it. After walking at a snails pace for most of the day, the sun is going down into the horizon. A wave of blue light quickly goes through the streets setting alight each of the streetlanterns that it passes by. From all the things that don't make sense in this city this one by far is the weirdest one, though quite cool. My father looks at me and smirks, as my cheecks flush I look to the other side. There I see a wooden carriage with inside of it the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She has long spiky black hair, a white skin colour with black markings over it, but that wasn't what struck me most. It was her eyes. Her eyes were staring directly at me, a chestnut brown with the intensity that could kill a boar. She was on a hunt, I don't know what kind but I want to be part of it. As the cart passes, I keep staring and walk toward it. Suddenly I feel my shirt pull taut around my neck. 
"Mister, what it is you think you are doing?"
"I need to go after that wagon". "No, you don't go running around the city at night. There is a big day ahead of us and you need to be well rested." And just like that I started to enjoy my stay at Galidonia just a tad bit more.