Keep eye contact... keep eye con... meh...

[Aleksi]

65th of Spring, 513 AV

She was finally relaxed. That day in the spa with Xi made her just forget about everything and anything that has been happening around. Rolling her shoulders a bit, the girl stretched on her bed, smiling. Sun was tickling her bare body as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, feeling the sheets slide down. I have a feeling today will be interesting, she added and stepped out of the bed, looking about her room for a piece of cloth that held something within it. After a quick shower to just freshen herself up, she unwrapped the little package. It was a dress, a light, purple dress and a pair of silk undergarments. Not having any idea why she bought them even while she was doing so, she was no different now, but she did like the idea of looking more like a woman. Putting the clothing on, she giggled and took a thin leather strap out of her bag, braiding her long, black hair into somewhat of a complicated knot work. After all, she had all day to herself so she could take her time with getting ready. When she finally thought everything was in order and she looked fine, she went downstairs, nodding to Vysia and stepping out after just grabbing the apple from the part that was her breakfast. It was warm and sunny outside, Luc and Night were wide awake already, playing around. Rubbing their back, she added Let's go seek out some trouble boys, shall we? before heading down to the city square and looking about for something to do. Something that will make her day more amusing.

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

Morning came and morning passed by, the unending weave in which time wove it's span was quite... boring.

In Nyka, well... Only the mind of Senghor Vilhjalmr it was unending. The traveller had been walking around since the dawn of days light and the longsword he carried was beginning to make his entire right shoulder slightly sensitive as his movement caused friction of his shirt and skin, and his left hand was beginning to numb from carrying his bag for quite some time.


He found a place to loosen his muscles, a wall to lean and just calmly watch from the shadows even as his silhouetted figure appeared to the observant, leaning against the wall and letting his shirt dirty from the decaying structures body as he put down his baggage and pierced the tip of his sword into the skin of the ground slightly, he felt the cold of the wall grasp softly onto his back muscles and a gradually moving blanket of shade embraced him while he relaxed and reclined slightly to attain comfortablity.

'Easily predictable...' he thought darkly, his downcast golden brown eyes slowly raised to meet the bewitching gaze of the city and it's usual uniform mirth.

Senghor was always one to look at things from a shaded perspective, to him the city held no 'actual' life, even as monks moved around with the people yet maybe it was paranoia, because the city had a circular continuous pattern, to him and all his duration there it'd seemed that there were monks, they prayed, they bowed and devoted themselves to the gods with all their hearts and he got ill at the core.

A warm sigh left his lips, the eased flow of air lingered in the atmosphere and gradually diminished in seconds, an exchange of life with breath and breath with life he assessed jokingly. As the sun, beacon of hope in a void of darkness let it's light down and veil the Celestial Seat Vilhjalmr felt that it was time to move on, he didn't know where he was going yet it was better than laying about and devour his time with nothingness.

As he moved out the shade and felt the touch of the warm sun off his desert skin, he leaned back slightly, his hand wrapped around the strap of his bag and he picked it up only to shortly after he feel it over his shoulder and stay, his fingers trailed over the grip of his weapon, it felt deeply lonely, somewhat forgotten before his fingers touched its leather hilt yet as his fingers ran along its body, it felt sensual once again, familiar and one with his being.

"Strange..." he murmured below his warm breath, his voice held the sweet essence of honey and wine, it was thick yet soft and sweetened with charm and like wine it was aged delicately, mature and firm with gracious vocals.

A trail of dust from the exact tip of the blade and earth lingered, connected together before breaking at the stem and falling back with the soil, 'Need to buy something to hold this with...' he kept reminding himself as it was slung over his shoulder and grazed the golden brown hairs at the back of his head slightly.

His feet soon took to stride as he walked out the shadows and off the wall, leaving lingering specks of dust dancing lonesomely only to shortly fall down to the ground, his elbow held his bag from swaying as he walked whilst his hand dug into the heart of his pocket. As breath drew from his body, he could feel a bead of sweat trickle along his neck and over his necklace, shimmer slightly into the rays of the sun in a incandescent light, his chest held the crimson rock attached to his homemade jewelry, it was held together by two slightly large animal canines at its sides.

A incoherent murmur left his mouth, the contrast of the suns rays shook off the fine strands of his hair in amorous light of ivory, his mental rambling seemed to cause his legs to move astray, he began walking on a path towards the city square, unknowingly.