Leaving Home (open)

[Aveira]

Streets of Syliras

10th of Spring, 512 AV

Aveira cautiously stepped out from her doorway. She'd been confined in her house for the past three years. She was fortunate enough to be in a part of the castle that was away from any windows. She'd never been a fan of sunlight, and she was sure that experiencing it after three years would be enough to blind her.

She walked out of her room, clothed in only a simple black dress. Her dyed white fur was showing gray roots. Her parents had always dyed it for her, but they'd left, abandoning her as she'd always known they would. The house was hers now, she guessed, until someone came to take it away.

Aveira wandered for a long time, her leathery wings wrapped around her and her eyes to the ground. She wanted no more trouble. It wasn't long before she'd become lost. Much had changed in her long absence. She had changed, as well, though not in the way she had hoped. For one thing, she was an adult now. But she was still zith. She would always be zith...

[Terra]

Terra stalked from her rooms, slammed the door behind her and stalked into the hall, annoyance boiling under her skin. She murmured in frustration, slipping back into the bird like whistles and clicks of her cultural language. Why would you put new visitors to the city in the deepest party of the castle! She raged to herself. It made no sense. If you wanted more people to live in the city you put them in the nicer rooms, rooms with windows! Her talon sword hung across her shoulders, its curved tip taping against her hip with each irritated step. She had buckled her dagger to her belt for easy access and tied her coin purse onto a long leather strip which she had hung around her neck under her shirt. Her shoulders were hunched and her head was down as she stomped down the hall, not even noticing the young woman whom had been walking quietly along the hall. Terra walked right into her, nearly bowling them both over. Surprised Terra looked up hurriedly, throwing back her fiery tresses, the beads tied into the ends clinking together. The girl that stood before her was young, nearing her early teens and had a delicate look about her. Her hair was long and black and there was an odd leather cloak wrapped around her body. "Oh, sorry girl." Terra coughed out, switching back to common, though her thick accent hardly made it any better.

[Aveira]

Aveira stumbled and looked up at the girl beside her. Her fiery red hair was the first thing to catch Aveira's attention. She'd seen Inarta before, but not in several years. Aveira had always secretly admired the fiery people from the west. Meeting one now, the first person besides her parents that she'd seen in three years, was startling.

"Oh," she said when the woman apologized. "I-it's all right." She shook her wings a little before rewrapping them around her like a cloak. Though she really didn't want to draw attention to her obvious differences, her leathery wings had gotten jostled when she was bumped into. Noticing her agitation, Aveira shrank back. She didn't want to give the Inartan woman any reason to lash out at her.

OOCAveira is actually almost an adult. She's 9 in human years, which is around 18 in zith years