Family Portrait Timestamp: Season of Fall, 33rd Day, 512 AV All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Tolstoy. Three days had passed since Naeya arrived in Mura, and much had happened. She'd set up a new job, helped save a man's life, and explored the Pearl Diver's Inn to her heart's content. Yet, in spite of all this, she had still not visited her family. The young konti tried to attribute the familial failure to being tired from an eventful arrival, but the truth did not escape her. She was, quite simply, scared. Terrified, really. It was not a fear she was particularly proud of, nor was it a fear that she liked having given into it during the past few days. But she could not deny that it existed. Fortunately, Naeya was intent on not letting this particular fear get the best of her. Not only did she have family obligations to fulfill, she also had a Divination gnosis to control. And who better to understand that than her own konti kin? Seer blood bonds should trump strife, she thought for the umpteenth time, biting her lower lip nervously. She clutched a torn piece of wadj in scaled hands and did her best to ignore the excited trembling of her fingers. This is it. This has to be it. Despite having taken her sweet time venturing over to the housing area of Mura, she could not dispute that she had finally arrived. One of the Inn's konti sisters had given her precise directions to the Ti'av family residence - such precise directions, in fact, that Naeya couldn't possibly return to her room spouting feeble excuses about getting lost. And now, she was here. The two-story home stood expectantly in front of her, its white stone dyed to rival the hue of blooming violets in the springtime. Colourful shells and glass decorated the exterior, particularly the windows, and pastel pink vines snaked up the walls in extraordinary twists and curls. At her feet, a neat, well-cultivated garden filled with native Konti Isle flora lined each side of the coral pathway leading up to the white front door. And, just in case she was still having doubts about arriving at the correct place, a small stone plague lay at the start of the path with the following words carved into it:
Ti'av Residence Wind rustled her loose blonde hair, urging her forward. I can do this. It was time. Her white cloak swept around her ankles as she took her first few timid steps. Then, rallying her courage, she began to stride with more confidence until she soon found herself at the door. Crumpling the wadj slip tightly in her left hand, she raised her right to knock. |