Timestamp: Winter 45, 503 AV Time: Early Morning Location: Abandoned Residential Areas Who: Chaeli Snowsong "Devero! What is wrong with you boy? You look like a drunkard!" Devero had been awake all of six chimes and his mother was already nagging at him. Why did she care if he didn't fix his hair and clothes? He really needed to find his own place. He went over to the mirror in their home, and realized, begrudgingly, that she was right. His hair had somehow managed to be sticking up in nearly every direction, his silk shirt wrinkled and crumpled. He grabbed his comb and a bowl of water. He would dip the comb the comb in the water, then run it through his hair. The first tuft refused to bend to his will. Annoyed, he repeatedly stroked the comb through until the hair fell down into place. One battle had been won, but the war was not over. The rest of his hair was still a jungle. And his comb was the sword in this fight. He wielded it uneasily, forcing it through the insanity with the help of the water. But every time he got one tuft down, another would rise up again. He brought his spare hand into the fray. His comb would fight through, wetting it, and his hand would smooth it down. The tide of battle had shifted. Soon the tufts began to fall, and the hair began to look like a proper style. When he finished, he smiled. He knew he looked damn good. "Hair just like your father's. Get your clothes straightened, and get ready, I need you to make a delivery. It's in the bundle by the door. Everand over near the abandoned area needs it." Devero sighed and began to straighten up his clothes. He smoothed his silk shirt, fixed the sleeves, and straightened his trousers. Thanks to the quality of the silk, it wasn't hard to get it to look presentable. Like his Uncle used to say, "You really only need the first 5 seconds to seduce a woman. The rest of the time is reminding her why she wants you." So appearances were everything. He grabbed the bundle of silks, they looked to be sheets. Out the entry and onto the walkways he went. As he neared the abandoned neighborhoods, remnants from times since passed, he began to wonder if he was in the right area. He'd been to this man's house once, and that was a good while back. He found himself deep in the abandoned areas looking around. He was definitely in the wrong place. |