Timestamp: 37th of Summer 512 AV Where: Common rooms Who: Aela, solo The sun rose again over Kalea, bringing forth another day to all who dwell within it's dangerous lands. For the Inartan, it would be another day of hard work, as the struggle for survival continued. The calls of the Wind Eagles could be heard off into the distance. Their Endal riders, strapping themselves in, ready for another hunt and hoping for good game. Inside the city, even in the early mornings, the crowds were starting to buzz. There was rarely a moments rest for the gingers of the mountain, and getting an early head start on their day was a must. Perith made his way through the common rooms, carrying with him a rather large cage. The fight that he had with his apprentice Aela, only a few days before still bothered him. It was normal for them to argue on occasion, but that fight was unlike any one before it. They yelled, cursed, and neither one would back down from their position. Although he still didn't agree with her on the subject, he didn't want to leave things as they were. The quarrel was over, left at a stalemate, but the tension was still there. He hoped that with the gift he carried in the covered cage, it would put an end to the bitterness. Standing in front of her door, he placed the heavy cage onto the ground, and stood up, knocking three hard times against her door. Aela was still asleep and hadn't planned on getting up for some time since it was her day off. The knock at the door only stirred her, and it took her a moment or so later to fully awaken. She pushed her body to the end of the bed, and stumbled a bit as she forced herself up and over to the door. She hadn't bothered to but on her bryda, as she sought to send whoever it was away and return to bed. She was surprised, as she peaked from behind the door, to find Perith of all people standing there. "Perith?...What is it?" She asked, almost hiding her face behind the door. He seemed in a much better mood, and even smiled as he spoke to her. Aela didn't have a clue as to what his unexpected arrival was about, nor had she noticed the large cage on the floor behind him. She moved her fingers through her disheveled hair, trying to keep her bangs out of her eyes, however while her hair was a mess, she had little control over it's fiery wildness. Staring at him more, emerald green flickered from within the darkened room, as she waited for him to explain. Perith held his smile longer as he looked at the little Avora, who was mostly hidden behind the door. He wasn't used to apologizing, or admitting that he was wrong, not that he thought that he was. Still, he could tell that she was angry with him, and the fact that she didn't come out to greet him, said as much. Just as that moment, he had a thought, and realized from her appearance that he had woken her from bed. "Were you still sleeping Aela?" He asked curiously, leaning in to look upon her closer. "Uhh...yea. So, what's this about?" Aela was curious, but even more so, she wanted to go back to bed. If he had come there to lecture her again, or to yell, she wouldn't hesitate to slam the door and walk away. But he was smiling, and it seem that he wasn't in a bad mood at all. "What is this about?" She thought to herself. She was already aware of the damage done to the crafts gallery the day before, so she knew he couldn't be there to talk about that. "I think this is the first time you've stopped by here...so?" |