Completed A Dark Hallway with a New Torch (Kysanthe, Flashback)

[Vaas]

Time stamp: 51th of Spring, 509AV
Location: Cedar Amphitheater

“So how I look?” Wind Dancer tilts his head not caring at all at the question Vaas asked. In growing irritation, he decides to shoo away the annoying human with a flap of his wings, and he starts screeches loudly at the blind boy till he goes away. Vaas walks back to his dresser totally defeated at the hawks reaction.

When he goes to concerts by himself, he likes to be at least half way presentable to the people around him. He already went to the baths, washed himself, and cleaned his hair. This time he will try something new, he decided to tie his hair back in a short pony tail with twine. He looks at the bird, and asks nicely for the sixth time in the last hour. “So my friend...how do I look? The bird throws a very annoyed glance at Vaas and flies in the rafters of the apartment. Taking the hint, Vaas grabs his staff, his backpack, and the last nights pinion, and he heads to the door.

The road Vaas took the amphitheater was a lonely street with very little pedestrian traffic running through it. Occasionally a pedestrian walks by him, but they far and few between. However this lonely street is definitely filled with the evening even songs of the song birds going about their business before the nightfall. As he continues walking down the road, he hears the familiar voice of a kind elderly Avora woman named, Selia. He hears here say in soft voice, “Stop let me have a look at you Vaas.”

Hearing the command of a caste higher than himself. He stops immediately and turns around with a smile on his face, “Lovely evening Avora Selia, you hear to listen to the songbirds too? Selia frowns at his use of title than says in a grandmotherly way and fondly at him, “Vaas it is just Selia when we are alone. However I am curious why you are so dressed up this evening?” Vaas smiles and says politely, “I am meeting a friend at the amphitheater, and we're going listen to the spring concert. I heard they having a pair of Eypharian dancers preform for us tonight.” Making a mental note to himself ask Krysanthe to describe the dance to him. Selia giggles and says softly, “Well the dance should be well..” She coughs uncomfortably and blushes slightly, “..exotic.” Selia smiles and asks with a sly grin, “So you bringing a girl, Vaas? Vaas nods and through his blindness, he can sense a hint of amusement in her voice. He decides to tread carefully and says, “Yes her name is Krysanthe and as she said last night. Music and the arts are something we both have in common.” Selia giggles again at the clearly clueless youth, and says with a twinkle in her eye, “Well Vaas and your lady friend should have a enlightening experience, tonight.” She hums to herself and thinks of her experience watching the The Lovers of the Southern Sands last night. Vaas smiles dumbly at her and nods in agreement, “It should be fun, Selia.”

Selia looks at him and suggests, “Before you leave to you concert. Let me fix your pony tail. It is well..lopsided.” She undoes his hair and shakes her head at him as she notices it was tied with twine. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a light green silk ribbon and reties his hair, and she steps back and takes a look at him and smiles in approvingly at the handsome young man, “You look dashing Vaas. Can I suggest to you that you should tie your hair back more often. You look much better with this hair style.” Vaas looks at her puzzled, and then he shrugs, “It is just hair Selia.” Selia smiles to herself and says, “But some people appreciate hair. You will know someday. Have fun Vaas at the concert.” Than Selia was gone, and Vaas left to the concert hall.

Vaas always enjoys getting to the Cedar Amphitheater early before a preformance because music didn't always start inside the building. Outside musicians of all level of skill preform outside for the public before the start of concert. Hoping to get notice by a director of the show, or sometime they just preform for the fun of it. They all put on their best performance for the crowd. It is a fun experience Vaas normally is perched by the left pillar besides the door. Either playing his flute or singing a song while a friend is playing his or her instrument. Today on the other hand, he decides to just stand by it and wait for Krysanthe.

[Krysanthe]

Oh Krys. Krys Krys Krys. Kryssie Krys Krysanthe Krys Krys. What did you do to yourself this time? A very distraught young woman paced the floor of her bedroom as she had been doing for the past few minutes. She had gotten herself all cleaned up and put up her hair, putting it in a simple half up half down style, with a little bun in the part that was half up. The bun had a few strands hanging from it of beads that she had made. That being said, the beads were all hideous as far as she was concerned. They were some of her first, and they were the ones that were not good enough for anyone at the Reverie to do anything with them. They were either colorless or chipped or misshapen, but still they were hers, and so she wanted to get some use out of them. Beyond that, Krys hadn’t done much preparing of any sort. She was just going to a concert after all. What need for preparation was there? The reason Krysanthe was freaking out was that she had left in such a rush the other day that she had not asked Vaas where they were meeting. Naturally, she assumed they would meet in the amphitheater, but where? There would likely be a big crowd. What if she didn’t find him? What if he assumed they were meeting somewhere else? What if they weren’t meeting at all? What if he wasn’t coming? What if what if what if. Krysanthe listed a thousand more questions before she managed to sit down on her bed, telling herself she would put a rut in the floor if she kept pacing like that. There was no sense in sitting around here panicking over nothing. She may as well just go to the concert, and if she didn’t find Vaas than it was no big deal. She would just watch it on her own. Wouldn’t be the first time. The woman finally stepped out of her room, making her way to the theater with a rather unconfident stride. The journey was rather uneventful. She stood close to the wall of the halls, avoiding eye contact and otherwise unnecessary association with other people going about their business. Her pace decreased as her apprehension grew. There was going to be a crowd. She hated crowds. She didn’t like to be touched. And now she was going to a busy place where people would be sitting close to one another for an extended period of time to watch some sort of show by some people she had never heard of before. Something about Eypharian dancers. The idea of a dance concerned her, because if she would in fact watch the concert with Vaas, she’d probably have to explain it to him. He was blind, after all. A dance would likely be lost on him. After a walk that gave Krys plenty of time to worry, she finally reached the Cedar Amphitheater. Just as she had expected, it was filling up with people. Much to her relief and dismay, Krysanthe spotted Vaas among them rather quickly. She hesitated for a moment, stopping, biting her lip, before stepping over to him. “Hi Vaas.” She stated simply, not knowing what else to say.

[Vaas]

“Hi Vaas.” She stated simply, not knowing what else to say.

Hearing Krysanthe voice, Vaas pushing himself off from the pillar, He smiles in her direction and says to her, “Lovely evening isn't it, Krysanthe. The air seems warmer today.” The air seems warmer today Vaas? What the hell kind of greeting is that the air seems warmer today. Vaas chastises himself as he realizes he has no clue act without being funny or odd. Vaas maintains his composure and says to her, “This is spot I normally preform in front of before a concert. I normally play the flute, but sometimes I find someone to play a instrument and I sing. It a lot of fun. The concert goers normally humor us with a awkward clap, but it is still better than nothing.”

Vaas takes a deep breath and thinks to himself, “OK Vaas. She is here for the concert not your life story, so for the love of Priskil stop talking, please.” However, his mental warning wasn't heard by his mouth, and he continues, “Ya I love this place, Krys. You can hear the music at all hours of the day. Musicians from all over Wind Reach practice here, and the music you hear during the concert is never as beautiful as what you can hear during open practice. You can hear a drummer start to drum than a violinist start up farther down the near the stage. If you listen closely to both of them, it seems like both their music is caught in a dance. Suddenly next you a singer starts to sing, and all you can hear is a emotion get captured in her song. I should take you to open practice on day, and all you have to do is close your eyes and let the music just comes alive.” Vaas didn't realize he continued without taking a breath, and thinks to himself, “Vaas, I give up you are hopeless.”

Vaas turns slightly red as he just reveled to Krysanthe how deep his passion for music is, and all she said was hello. He never was good with people because he tends to hold his emotions and passions on the skin of his arm. Why is he fighting his nature? Is it tomorrow when the Valintar decides his caste. He plays with the pinion between his fingers. The one he received last night and says to her with a smile, “Shall we go inside, Krysanthe? I think the concert is starting soon.”

[Krysanthe]

Krysanthe smiled softly as he offered her the same. She was relieved to have found him, and felt a lot less out of place now that she was with someone who knew his way around the amphitheater. Now that she had gotten the stress of introductions out of the way, she could be excited about the concert. “Yes, it is a lovely evening.” She replied to his initial comment. She wasn’t entirely caught off guard by his comment about the air. After all, he was blind. What else was he going to say? He couldn’t see the sky or anything. She didn’t have anything to compare the comment to that would have her classify it as odd. As far as she was concerned, he was just making a comment about the weather, classic small talk, and it was fine with her. He then began to explain how he sat and play or sang like some of these others, and she only nodded. What would she say anyways? Oh, that’s nice. Sounds… Fun. No, Krys decided that it would be best to keep the uncomfortable comments to herself. Vaas took a breath, and Krysanthe finally noticed his hair. It was different. She could see his eyes. She liked it when he put his hair like that. It made him seem less… Mysterious. More open. More himself as far as the woman was concerned. What she had seen of Vaas so far was that he was not exactly one to hide, and yet he always hid his eyes behind his hair. Holding it back was a lot more friendly. And then he went on. Krysanthe realized that he was really rambling now, and Vaas was also well aware of it the way he kept stopping and taking a moment to breathe. The golden eyed gal could understand those uncontrollable ramblings. It happened when someone like them got nervous. She decided it was best not to say anything. She was uncomfortable enough as it is; it was best not to risk having two endlessly rambling people. Still, it left her to wonder just what exactly it was that Vaas was so ridiculously nervous about. Krys liked listening to Vaas. Even though the man was blind, he still managed to paint quite the picture with his words, even if he didn’t know it. Even when he rambled he managed to make something beautiful. He spoke as though the music took form, dancing and moving and coming alive, and it really made Krys wonder what it was like to be able to be so free. Perhaps she would learn something from him tonight. She hoped so. Krysanthe smiled softly as he blushed, as if ashamed about his love for music. She understood the embarrassment. After all, she had only offered him a greeting, and he had offered her his passion for music. That’s alright, Krysanthe thought. She liked to listen to him. He was passionate about music the way she was passionate about making art out of glass. Just as he feels the music comes alive, she feels the things she creates do. She hopes to be a master glassworker one day so that she can imprint emotion into her pieces just as Vaas imprints emotion into his music. He was just so real. He didn’t hold himself back. Krysanthe had a lot of respect for that kind of courage, and maybe even a little bit of jealousy. She wished she could be that free with herself. And yet she wondered what it was that was plaguing him. He seemed like he was trying to find happiness in the things that he loved, yet he was just so nervous about something that there was a shadow hanging over him, and she just couldn’t figure it out. The thought of deducing his problems disappeared at the sight of the pinion in his hand and the question that he asked. “Sure.” She stated simply. Hesitantly, she placed a hand on Vaas’s shoulder and guided him to a seat. She wasn’t sure how he found his seat under normal situations, if he did at all, but she didn’t want to have any awkward encounters with strangers. She guided him to a place near the middle, not too far forward, if not a little bit back, yet close enough that they would still get the full impact of the music. After a moment of sitting in silence, Krysanthe stated simply, “You know Vaas, this might not make any sense to you, but sometimes I just wish I could see the world like you do.” She didn’t immediately offer any further explanation, staring at the empty stage. People filed in, taking their seats to watch the show. The crowd started making Krysanthe rather antsy, and she fidgeted with a bit of her bryda. She thought she was looking forward to the concert, but now she’s not so sure.

[Vaas]

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he allows Krysanthe guide him to his seat. When he is in his seat, he slides the staff under his seat and puts his backpack under it, so the staff doesn't roll out and trip someone. He always enjoyed the atmosphere of the theater before a concert. He can hear the small talk of most of the people around him unless they are whispering. Vaas smiles realizing it is the anticipation and excitement before the performance that excites him the most because you can learn other people thoughts and expectation about the music tonight. Vaas turns his head when he hears Krysanthe talk about seeing the world through his eyes. Vaas smiles, thinks to himself, and says quietly to his friend, “Krysanthe, all you have to do to envision my world is close your eyes. My world is sound, smell, taste and touch, and I let my imagination fill in the blanks of my world. You are a kind and gentle voice in my head, Krysanthe.”

Vaas turns his head back to the direction of the stage and swallows hoping that didn't sound to weird. He says without turning to her, “Honestly, I love when people talk to me or around me because the world I envision starts to become less dark and empty. In my head the world is a long dark hallway; however, when someone starts to talk to me a touch flares up and starts lighting up part of the hall...” Vaas thought is derailed when he starts to hear the beginning warmups of the orchestra,“Oh I think the show is about to start.”

Vaas starts to hear the orchestra start to play the “Symphony of the Orika”. This music of this song starts off slow and steady almost tranquil in the beginning of the melody; however, during the middle of song the sound of drums started to quietly overshadow the tranquility of earlier part of the song. Until a sudden clash of sound symbolizing the war finally made it to Skyinarta. During the finally of the song, the drums give way back to the quiet tranquility as the Orika made a deal with the gods and the song ends.

Vaas leans over to Krysanthe with a smile and whispers to her, “I have to say Krys that is much better than my butchering of poor children songs. By the way, could you tell me about the dancers after the concert since my eyes are being a little stubborn today.” He laughs at himself, leans back in the seat and continues listening to the performance.

[Krysanthe]

Vaas was much better at words when he didn’t think about what he was saying. Once he stopped butchering himself to pieces, editing everything he said before it had the chance to escape his lips, the words flowed from his heart to the air. Krysanthe loved listening to this. She liked the thought of being nothing more than a kind gentle voice, like a little guide, a reliable friend. It was almost comforting, taking social pressures off of her heavy shoulders. For a moment, she did just as he stated, and closed her eyes, trying to focus on his voice, trying to view the world the way he did, forgetting everything else for just a second. For now, it was just a hall, with a flicker of flame coming from a corner, reflecting on the stony surfaces. The warm-ups caused Krys to instinctively snap open her eyes, and her moment of bliss was gone. She sighed, a bit disappointed that she had lost that moment. Still, she turned her ear to the music, soaking in the majestic sounds, trying to envision the story that it told. She wondered if it was easier for Vaas to imagine it. Since he was blind, what did he ‘see’, if anything, when imagining things? Surely not figures, for he wouldn’t know what color or form is, other than what he had felt. Unless there was ever a time when he could see. Krys couldn’t recall if he was born without sight, or if it was brought upon him at a young age. While her mind drifted from the music, moving to distant things, Vaas’s whisper invaded her thoughts. “Sure.” She responded simply, looking at him as he leaned back. Describing the dancers afterwards? Great, she was really going to have to pay attention. She hoped that the dancers were good. She really hadn’t heard anything about them. Speaking of the dancers, where were they? Was this some kind of opening act? Were they going to come out and introduce themselves or something? What did they look like? What kind of dance were they even doing? Krysanthe hoped it wouldn’t be too difficult to describe. She tried to tune into the performance again, this time refusing other thoughts to distract her. She needed to learn to pay attention if she was going to be at all successful in describing the dance to Vaas. May as well practice with whatever sort of opening act this was.

[Vaas]

At intermission the spring concert is going better than expected. They preformed “Walk with the Eagles” quite splendidly. Vaas never understood the title of the second piece since wouldn't eagles rather fly than walk. Vaas knows when he starts creating song titles for his songs. He will name the song names that actually makes sense. Vaas always enjoyed the third song “Dance of the Doves”. It was a piece normally preformed by a male and female singers singing in harmony, but Vaas notices the male singer was slightly not in sync with the female singer. Vaas really needs to learn the song once he makes it to that level of skill. All in all it was a good performance. Vaas looks over to Krysanthe chair and asks to her, “Enjoying yourself Krysanthe? Was it me or didn't the male singer sound a little out of sync with the woman?”

During the performance, Vaas noticed Krysanthe was very quiet during the performance. He was wondering if all the people around her made her nervous, or if she was really concentrating on the music. He thinks to himself.“I am sure she is just enjoying herself, and it is rude to talk during the show anyways, Vaas,“ He decides to stand up and stretch. He looks down at her, smiles at her, than sits back down, “So what else do you like to do for fun, Krysanthe? Do glassblower apprentices get together after working?” He reaches down under the chair, pulls out his water skin, and takes a drink. He looks at her and asks, “You thirsty Krys? Don't worry. I don't have the plague or anything, so you don't have worry.”

During his time in the nursery, Vaas was always the first kid in class to have his hand raise to ask questions. The teacher got so annoyed at his consent barrage of questions. He actually started to ignore Vaas. He enjoyed asking questions because it gave him answers to things. He can't quite understand. He turns to Krysanthe and says with a smile,”You know. I should introduce you to my hawk, Wind Dancer. He is a ill tempered bird, but mostly only to me, but he like attention from other people.” Rolling the pinion between his middle finger and his index finger, he waits to hear what she has to say. He always liked Krysanthe, but he wishes she lighten up a bit. He didn't know why she is shy. Did something happened in her past that made her this way? Or is she just the quiet type? He thinks to himself, “Whatever the case will be. She is still my friend regardless.”

[Krysanthe]

Krys discovered that she was really enjoying this concert. She often found herself closing her eyes, figuring that she wouldn’t really have to describe absolutely everyting, and she tried to see the concert the way Vaas did, letting the music come alive without the aid of sight. It really was an entirely enchanting feeling. She was almost disappointed when intermission came around, especially since the people around them started talking again. She wished they would just stay quiet. She preferred the quiet. Always has. She was never much of one for crowds. Vaas asked her a question, and honestly she didn’t know what to say. She really hadn’t noticed anything wrong. She just didn’t have an ear for music like Vaas did. Struggling to find the words to respond, she found she was relieved that he stood and changed the subject, but then upset again, for the subject he changed it to was far worse than just a question about music. The answer was quite simple. Yes, they did. But she didn’t go with them. But Krys didn’t want to admit that. She found it almost embarrassing how little of a social life she actually had for such a stereotypically social and lively culture. Krys looked at the waterskin when Vaas held it out as though it was from another planet. She suddenly realized how parched she was, and with a soft smile at his comment about not having the plague, she accepted it, taking a grateful drink. This interrogation was making her nervous, making her mouth dry. The water helped settle some of the butterflies that still insisted on flying around in her stomach. She didn’t care much for talking, but Vaas just couldn’t seem to stop. A small part of Krys was jealous of that. She wished she could just so effortlessly speak. She was just never much of one for talking. A lot of people just didn’t want to talk to her, and she returned the favor by returning them the silence. It was really quite the cycle. “Wind Dancer?” Krys commented, gently placing the water skin back in Vaas’s hands. “I’d love to meet him some time.” Good job, Krys. You said something without sounding like an idiot. Score one. She was getting better at this. She couldn’t help but smile, but it quickly disappeared when she thought that he might actually want answers to his other questions. “Thank you for the water. And for the invite. I mean, so far, I guess, this concert is, you know. Pretty cool. Like… Fun.” So close, Krys. So close. And to think, you were on a roll. Come on, don’t give up now! What do you like to do for fun? You can do this. Just tell the truth. Easy. Well… Not so easy. She couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t go to concerts. She didn’t hang out with friends. She really didn’t work with any weapons or animals or instruments or foods or crafts. She didn’t spend any time at Inclement Weather. She didn’t write. She didn’t really read much. She liked to climb, but not very often. ‘Gosh, Krysanthe.’ She thought in a bitter silence. ‘What are you doing with your life?’ She had to say something. Something. Anything. “Well… I love my job.” She stated simply “I mean, I know it’s not really a hobby. But I just… Really like working with the glass. I really do. I can’t do too much right now, but I’m learning. I really like to make little things, like beads and stuff. The big stuff is really cool if you can do it well, but it’s those little things that I really enjoy. Life’s simple pleasures, right?” She chuckled softly, then blushed, realizing what she said probably was not funny at all. It was just a nervous laugh. She was scared she had gone from just making small talk to rambling. At least when Vaas rambled he made sense. She couldn’t even do that right. She started fidgeting with her bryda again, suddenly grateful that Vaas wouldn’t be able to see her nervous habits.

[Vaas]

As Vaas listens to Krysanthe thank him for the water, and she seems interest in meeting Wind Dancer. Vaas smile at her and takes a drink of his water. He was going to say something about his feathery friend, but Krysanthe seems eager to tell him about her job and what it entails. Honestly, he know nothing of glass, and will never really have much interest in blowing glass himself. However, to Krysanthe glass blowing was her outlet and niche in society. Also, he notices she became more confident speaking to him about her art. Vaas smiles to himself and says to her, “Exactly, my simple pleasure is making music, and all I can play right now is nursery songs.” He looks in her direction and ask her, “Maybe one day Krysanthe. You can let me feel your art work. I know I won't be able to see it, but I could feel the details in the glass? Than I will try to picture it in my head.”

Hearing the sound of warm ups starting before the end of second intermission, Vaas says to Krysanthe with grin, “Wind Dancer is a fun bird. He is kind of a jerk to me, but most likely he will put on a little show and dance for you.” Vaas laughs out loud and continues, “Windy loves to dance for any females even if they are human. I believe Windy thinks of me as one of his brothers, so he thinks every human in Wind Reach is a hawk like him.” Vaas gets a clever idea and says to her, “I'll have you feed him, Krysanthe. This is the only way to Windy's heart is through his stomach.” One of Vaas' favorite subjects is talking about his bird because it was one of the first accomplishments he ever succeeded in other than his music. This happy thought is soon replaced by anger when he realizes to himself that tonight might be the last night, he will ever spend with his beloved friend Windy. He clenches his hand around the pinion. He thinks he hears money crack a little.

When Vaas releases his grip on the money, a question decides to float into his head. He looks over at Krysanthe starts fighting with the pinion and asks her, “Have you heard anything about Avanthal or Lhvats. I was talking to some travelers from both cities. Also they said Avanthal is frozen all year round, and Lhavits is willing to take everyone and find them a job even if the person is disable. I am thinking about lea...” Vaas is interrupted as he hears a rush of people standing up and clapping around him. Vaas figures it is the guest dancer from Ahnatep. He joins the crowd and starts applauding the guest performers too.

[Krysanthe]

Glassblowing is such a visual art. Krys understood why Vaas liked music so much, for it was something he could enjoy without the need for his eyes. It had so much beauty and depth to it that it could create a masterpiece without even the smallest hint of color or movement or touch. But what was glass? Just some colorful, fragile, decorative piece of melted and reformed sand. Vaas could try to envision the pieces all he wanted, but without being able to see the color, the magic in the details, then it would mean nothing. Perhaps glasswork was an art for someone who was deaf rather than blind. Still, it was kind of him to take an interest, although Krysanthe felt a bit bad about the whole thing. Like her art form wasn’t good enough. Like it couldn’t even compare. She was glad when Vaas started talking about his bird. ‘Windy’ must be quite the character. Vaas really seems to care about him. It was sweet, really, how he seemed to have such a bond with his hawk. All in all, Krys would love to meet him. Perhaps it would be a bird that would actually enjoy her company. Through her life, Krys had discovered that animals didn’t particularly care for her. She had been attacked by small birds more than once. Perhaps she had just passed under their nest, and that was the reason for their swooping attacks, or perhaps the entire natural world just had a grudge against the golden eyed lass. One thing is for certain in Krys’s mind, and that is that she will never become an Endal. People with gold eyes are supposed to have a better relationship with animals. Isn’t that how the legend went? Something like that. Krys never paid it much mind since it never seemed to ring true for her. Wind Dancer provided a new point of hope. If she could just have one bird like her, then maybe she wouldn’t have to be so paranoid about the animal kingdom. Then Vaas grew silent, and he clenched his hand so tight his knuckles turned white. Krys looked at his face, seeing the turmoil. He seemed so distressed, but Krys couldn’t understand why. What was wrong? He was just talking about his beloved hawk not a moment ago. Why was that a stressful topic for him? After a short moment, he asked her about Avanthal and Lhavit. Krys was horrified. No. Vaas couldn’t leave! People started applauding for the guest performers, and Krys stood as well, not wanting to seem inconsiderate, but her mind was racing. Vaas couldn’t leave. That would be unfair. Not to him of course, but for Krys’s own selfish reasons. He listened to her. He tolerated her ramblings. He invited her to this concert. He talked to her like a normal person. He treated her as if she deserved his time. He put up with her insanity. He was her friend! Finally she had made a friend. After all this time. And he was just going to leave? It wasn’t fair! Sure, the one time she goes and suffers through the initial conversation with someone. Naturally. No. Vaas wasn’t allowed to leave. He couldn’t. Krys wouldn’t let it happen. She needed a friend. She wanted to ask Vaas why he even thought about leaving, despite the fact it might be rude to those around them, and she would have, too, if she hadn’t caught sight of the dancers entering the stage. What the what? They had… were those…? They were! But how… what were… Arms. They had multiple arms. There was a male and a female. Each had four arms. Two people. Four arms each. Eight arms total. What? That was crazy! Krys knew nothing of the Epharians. Naturally, seeing their odd multi-armed bodies was incredibly strange. The woman had painted designs on her skin, the man with his eyes lined. Their eyes were vibrant, colors not found in eyes in Wind Reach, and their hair was died to colors even more so. It was colored and adorned with fine chains, and each worse jewelry. They were so… colorful. It wasn’t anything like what Krys had been expecting, and for a moment, their exotic nature distracted her from troubling thoughts. She tried to soak everything in, wishing for a moment that Vaas could see their strangeness, for there truly was so much to see. Krys was going to have a lot of describing to do.