In which Ana gathers the necessary information she'll need.
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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]
Safe Haven Hostel Spring 29th, 513AV 2 Bells Before Dawn
Ambience? :
The night before had been torturous, inconcievably terrible, and unfathomably crueler than any night Ana had stayed awake during. Ghosts haunted her, groaned and moaned with a vengeance that could have sent any living sane person into the ground after mere chimes of the haunt. Did that mean Ana was not sane as Zandelia had preluded to before? With auristics, a magic which allowed one to see hidden secrets within a person, object, or item- was it true that there was something wrong with her being there? Sides of her bid her to take what Zandelia had said with a grain of salt, and other sides chided at her for not seeing the problem in the first place- she would still have Zandelia if she had seen, there were even voices which hashed and lashed at her, saying Zandelia was right.
She had not taken the liberty to get into bed to just rest, instead she was hunched over the desk with her cheek pressing into the wood. Eyes sunken, sullen, dank, and dark with misery entwined inside, and a heated spark that could have set the entire Hostel on fire if Ana were to be as so bold and go that far. Her mind was absent for the most part, lips parted, and moving silently as her eyes stared far into space, into a distant realm opposite of the one she was currently in now. She saw the shadows flicker and move in her hindsight, once or twice she swore she saw a hand place itself on the table, and another time she was certain someone was rubbing her shoulder- trying to comfort her. Making her feel sicker than before, what was wrong with her?
Sitting up, Ana looked at the shutters which were closed with weary, bleary, tear stricken eyes and saw a grey dawn begin to peek through the cracks ever so lightly. Spearing the holes and crevices trying to invade, and infiltre what they could with their bright, horrendous painful rays of divine light. This simply wouldn't do, would not do at all, she sighed as she brought heavy arms, and hands up to rub the sleep wearyness out of her eyes. Letting her head rest within her hands for but a few moments, trying to feel the cool blackness under her eyelids but failing to achieve any form of tranquility. Neither light nor dark could offer her joy anymore, the sun had lost its warmth, and the dark no longer welcomed her with open arms.
Hands fell to rest limp on the desk, gold orbs staring hard at the lithe little fingers she posessed, what was she going to do? The digits twitched, and her eyes followed where one hand went to pick the quill up next to her, pulling a vial of ink close and uncorking it. After that she pulled her journal in front of her, staring at the leatherbound book she had purchased earlier in the season- opening it up to a random page inside the middle. Held it open with a palm and dipped the quill into the vial of ink. Ana had little idea of what she was doing, but she felt as if she had to write her frustration out, but she stopped before the quill even touched the paper... She would be smart about this, and do a sort of code- what if someone got their hands on this journal and then they pin pointed it to her friends?
That wouldn't do, either, and so she related key-people to animals and began to write slowly, to make sure that the ink could dry before turning the page next, and then some, her mind blank, but her hand moving as her eyes would water with the story she watched unfold itself in front of her very eyes. By no means was it great, and more than less it was a paraphrased edition of the real thing, filled with holes, and opinion, it was more a bit of history, and memory put into childish form. She could almost see Ms. Cat, who was Zandelia, Brother Bear, respective to Ximal, the Little Sparrow that had become a thieving Rat, herself, alongside the stupid Boar that broke everything apart... Revy, that petching Mercenary.
Story :
Once upon a Spring season, there was a Sparrow with feathers the color of sunshine, and honeyed eyes that were so gaunt, black and blue marked.
The little Sparrow had two friends, Brother Bear, and Ms. Cat, the three were the most unlikely of a trio to be put together- but they stuck by even when times had become harsh, and the forest became foreign to the three friends.
But they went far back, more so than just the forest, they had started in a ravenous wilderness, urban in structure, with hands that cryed, and teeth that gnashed, and a villanous over-tone to complete the setting; wild, chaotic- but free.
They went to many places together, and eventually found themselves in a divinely ruled dystopia. There were apes worse than Jamoura, pale skinned, and dark haired, thuggish in nature with a lust for power, and control of the sectioned cliffs.
Ms. Cat had been here before, but Little Sparrow and Brother Bear had not, it was unfortuanate that the friend with wings felt out of place in the craggy cliffs. Both Brother Bear and Ms. Cat fitted in swimmingly well, the Sparrow floundered.
While Brother Bear could fight to his hearts content, and Ms. Cat could scheme and sneak about, suddenly the Little Sparrow had become a Thief, transforming into a dank rat scuttling about in the crevices of the dark, but a colorful one at that.
It wasn't long after that a Boar would arrive, purple furred, and glossy eyed for Ms. Cat. What once had been a trio of friends became a not so friendly companionship, the Rat lashed out at the Boar who held love stricken eyes for Ms. Cat.
Jelousy sunk into the Rat's core, 'the Boar is taking Ms. Cat away from me' the Rat thought to itself as it watched the two stare at each other. Brother Bear took it away to reprimand it, but the trio had been shattered with but a few words from the Rat.
The Rat slunk about and ignored Brother Bear, and Ms. Cat, as well as the Heinous Boar that had taken Ms. Cat away from the Rat. Hoping that perhaps just a bit of space for Ms. Cat, and Brother Bear would be the best solution, apparently it was not.
Everything went downhill for the Rat, it was locked within a cage of its own insecurities, its pride, anger, and lonelyness. The Rat was no longer the Little Sparrow of the wilderness and forests, but had become something fouler in memory.
In hopes of fixing things between itself, and Ms. Cat, The Rat readyed itself and prepared a speech of apology but was shattered into tiny pieces the moment it tryed to speak, unable to look Ms. Cat in the eye because the Rat was afraid.. Scared.
Ms. Cat chased the Rat and caught it, and held the unfathomable thing over a black hole by its long tail. Threatening to drop it into the abyss and be forever forgotten, but it was a threat, not a promise, and Ms. Cat forgave the Rat for what it had done.
Brother Bear's words rang through the Rat's ears, 'it was not a matter of having to apologize, but whether or not you deserve to be forgiven' and just like that. The Rat's resolve solidifyed that things would never be the same again, it would have to do it.
Proove itself to Ms. Cat that the Rat was to be forgiven, but not out of mere words, the Rat would plot and scheme just as Ms. Cat would, and the Rat would use what it learned to create the perfect apology. Battle of the minds, and glorifying Ms. Cat.
The Rat would start in a sharply tounged establishment, but first the Rat would pray to death in hopes of being forgiven for insulting the dead. The Rat had insulted its brother, its mother, and a sister, and had insulted her friends, and Heinous Boar.
It was then the Rat decided: What comes, will come, what will, but if push turns to pull, goes to shove, but does not work... Then the Rat will kick.
When the ink had dryed, she shut the journal and let it sit there on the desk- with Ana staring at it dumbfoundedly, for the first time in a long time- she very well understood what she should do. Ana hadn't earned the forgiveness of Zandelia just yet, words would do the thief no good "what comes.. will come.. what will.." She stood up, already ready from the night before- she never undressed for the night anyways "but if push turns to pull, goes to shove, but still does not work.." The insomnia which gripped her forbade her a good nights sleep, and so she couldn't find a good reason to change into night clothing when rest evaded her "then the Rat will kick." Picking the journal up and then set it underneath the poor excuse for a pillow she had and left it there, she wouldn't look at it again until she had thought up her plan.
It was just a bell after dawn, when it had come, Ana casually slid out of her room, shutting the door quietly and ever being mindful to that awful screech it made, she was down the stairs within chimes. Something different about her demeanor, instead of sprinting to eat her food, and then bolting out of the Hostel like she would usually do, had been doing in the past earlier. Ana was instead taking her time, except she forgoed any breakfest meal and hung about the Hostel, she wouldn't have been able to eat anyways- food to her was like ash in the mouth. Inedible. Leaning against a post and crossing her arms she waited for the familliar face of Vysia to come hobbling out and towards her book stand, the one with a rather big book sitting on the top.
"Surprised to see you here so early in the morning," the monk commented on Ana's presence. Not giving her so much as a glance.
Ana tried to offer a smile but it remained set in a grimace "yeah.." It was an agreement more than anything else "hey Vysia," she started as she would creep out of her relaxed position towards the monk, a tone to her voice not entirely sounding the best in the world "I know I've caused trouble in the past few days.. What with the.. Night.. and all.. and then the Amelias thing yesterday.. I wanted to say sorry, and I don't expect to be forgiven, it was my fault.." Ana didn't even know what she was getting at, the apology felt like sand on her tounge. Yet, Ana felt she was obligated to apologize to the monk that had taken the thief, and her friends in "It's not.."Zandelia's... She almost spoke the name outloud, catching herself just barely "Amelias'.."
"I said some terrible things to her, and her friend.. I know I shouldn't be the one apologizing to you for this, but I didn't want you to have the impression that she was a bad guy.. or anything like that... So don't defend me, she has a right to hate me..." Ana felt extremely nervous, so insecure with what she was saying to the monk that she couldn't look the woman in the eye. She had to twiddle with her fingers for a few ticks before looking up and saying with as sincere of a face she could make "please." The thief tried to gauge the reaction of the monk, she looked tired, but stern at the same time, with an eqaully set grimace on her face "better go apologize to Amelias' then, hm?" Ana could only nod, turning on her foot and heading for the door, whispering quietly;
"I'm working on it."
Wrapping any loose clothing to herself tighter, Ana shivered as she stepped out the door and shut the door behind her. Walking into the streets and knowing exactly which way she wanted to be heading in the direction of, to the Bridge of the Dead, it was her first stop on her list of to do's in the day. Right, so, how am I going to earn Zandelia's forgiveness... real forgiveness... Hmm.. I've already went to Vysia, explained myself, and hopefully that will put the monk on Zand's side more so than mine if anything were to happen to me involving Zand. I know what I have to do next, but who is to say Zandelia will catch air of me meditating at the Bridge of the Dead? All I'm going to be doing there is hoping that perhaps I didn't anger too many dead siblings.. Hmm.. Hopefully. How could I have said those things? Sinvelt is dead..
Liddy is dead.. Mother is dead.. My father might be dead, if what Wrenmae said about hundreds of people dieing from plague in Zeltiva is true.. I have no idea about Oreia.
I've just indirectly insulted every dead sibling in the room that one petching day, that stupid Boar, heinous filth of a..."Shyke." Ana muttered out from her thoughts, half way to the bridge she wanted to go to. Redemption of her crimes seemed such a long ways away from the current setting, forgiveness- pah! She didn't deserve to be forgiven for what she had done or said, trying to make things up with words wouldn't help either, no, she would have to involve herself with Zandelia for one last time. But how? She does have good ears.. good eye.. I remember Wren saying something about keen intellect in a letter, maybe if I do something big she'll catch whiff via a rumor and come a' callin' to the crime scene? Seems logical enough.. Ana concluded, thought continued to ponder as she would come up to the bridge.
by Ana Sol Starris on March 31st, 2013, 7:15 pm 
