55 Autumn, 505 Iskessah walked quickly toward the NHC apartments, eager to be back home. She had only recently begun to leave the small apartment to explore the city, and at times it still felt overwhelming. Not to mention a bit cooler than she liked. But today's trip had been necessary; she needed more firewood to keep her apartment warm. She carried a decent haul of wood in a basket, handling comfortably a burden that a human might struggle with. As she neared her home, she sensed something wrong. Something stood between her and the door - tongue flick tastes the air - something human. She approached with caution; the human's back was still turned to her. What could he be after? Was it more people asking after Mattieu Kosun, the now dead man who used to live here? That thought reminded her of the role she now played; to the average Ravokian citizen, she was none other than Mattieu's long-lost niece, here to inherit his place. The human--barely more than a boy really, not much older then Mattieu's apprentice had been when she first arrived--was raising his hand to knock on her door as Iskessah approached. He was dressed well, not like a member of the nobility, more as if he was trying to make an impression. Iskessah watched him knock before approaching, noticing that he pulled at the neck of his shirt, as if the clothing made him uncomfortable. It was completely incomprehensible to her why anyone would wear clothing that made them uncomfortable, but she had more important things to worry about than the strange customs of humans. Such as, why he was here... She walked up behind him and said, "Can I help you?" The boy yelped in surprise (a rather amusing high-pitched squeal), nearly jumping out of his skin before turning around. Upon seeing Iskessah, he cleared his throat and straightened his clothing. When he spoke, it was obvious he was deliberately deepening his voice (she couldn't fathom why). "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm looking for the residence of Mattieu Kosun. I was informed he lived here." His speech was awkward, as if he was trying to sound important, but hadn't quite mastered the skill... or practiced it much at all. Iskessah wasn't sure quite what to make of him. What was his game? In any case, she should stick to her role, to be safe. Perhaps she could find some use for him. "Have you not heard? Uncle Mattieu died not long ago. I have inherited thiss dwelling from him." She bit her tongue when she realized she had hissed one of her words. She was getting better about avoiding sibilant syllables altogether, but when one slipped out, she still risked revealing herself. She glanced anxiously at the boy, but he did not appear to have noticed anything unusual. The boy looked crestfallen at the news. Had they been close? But surely Iskessah would recognize the boy if he had ever been to this apartment before. Iskessah couldn't imagine anyone mourning Mattieu's passing. She stood awkwardly for a moment; he was still standing between her and the door. She tried to think, what would Kosun's niece do? It was still safest to play the role after all. "Would you like to come in? Perhapss I can help you insstead." He brightened perceptibly at the suggestion. "Don't mind if I do!" he answered, his voice losing it's affected deep tone, as if he had forgotten the role he was playing. His true voice was warm and playful, which struck Iskessah as rather out of place in a city like this. Of course, all she had seen of this city for the past several decades was a glimpse of its darker side. Still, it was as if this boy remained untouched by the intrigues in which Mattieu had been so thoroughly entrenched. It was curious, and Iskessah wished to know more. With something of a sly smile, she slid past the boy to open the door, gesturing for him to come inside. |