by Yas Heron on July 29th, 2013, 8:54 pm
The port city of Zeltiva, based off the farmost coast of Mizahar. Its always been known to be a place of commerce and is especially famous for the university. The shipyards built some of the most famous and most seaworthy vessels in the world, and have been the birthplace for explorers for many a year. The city always held a serene atmosphere and many an ethnicity would take shelter here be it for money or a sometimes neglected by others education. Yas Valence Heron smiled to himself with his doubled canines flashing in the light as he noted the city gate just mere steps from the beaten path he came from. He hadn't been around the world...well, at the least not -yet-, but it was always nice to visit places again or find places to put down roots for extended periods of time. Was Zeltiva that place? Chances are, if it didn't empty out his coinpurse on the first night of being there. With a touch of sweet reminiscience, the young red haired lad remembered his time in the University himself. It was always a nice place to go, and at the same time an almost...bittersweet and competitive place to remain. At least in his opinion.
"Urgh, my back is killing me..." Adjusting his glasses to be higher on the bridge of his nose, Yas leaned back and allowed his spine and muscles to shift and pop quite audibly that made the town guard as he was passing by giving him strange looks. He wasn't really paying attention to much else but the ever so slight relief of his back, and didn't hear the guard recommend a good masseuse to help iron out that problem. Honestly, he wanted to just go to the inn and have a nice rest. Though thinking on it now, his experiments at the time of his university years might get him barred for even attempting to try and get one. Well, to be entirely fair he looked alot younger and alot shorter then. It was a shock to find that Yas sprouted up to at least six feet tall within the past few years. His own body was probably holding out on him and waiting for the embarassing years to be done before regulating himself to be somewhat presentable towards other people without looking eye level with them. A woman was hard enough to find without being as tall as she was when she made fun of you behind your back.
"Hmm...lets see... Where was the World's End Grotto again? Hope they didn't move it on me." Yas muttered to himself, giving a very tiny smile at his own little joke. Sense of direction was always a terrible thing for him, but given the size of this port city at least he would find someplace to spend for hours before getting too lost. Serra smiled sweetly at him and went on her speech that never seemed to change. Or did it? Maybe to amuse herself she would add in a joke, but the gist was usually the same: "Hello! Welcome to World's End Grotto. My name is Serra, I'm the current owner of the inn. How may I help you today?" Well, he didn't have any idea how long he'd been here, so the young lad asked for a room for at least the week. That'd be satisfactory enough, though there was the obvious hazard of not being able to have a partial refund if he left early. Not that he ever thought the lovely innkeeper was greedy but would you really test a business owner when theres money to be made?
"Alright, come with me, I'll show you to your room."
Oh thank the Gods above, she didn't recognize him. One experiment accidentally set the room's curtains on fire and must've costed him alot of money. Thankfully he had a job at the time or he'dve been flat broke and scrubbing the place not unlike a maid would or cooking. Alot of the time though, his cooking would probably kill someone. The room itself was fairly simple; A bed, a washbasin and a dresser for people to keep their belongings... It was simple, but it'd get the job done without a doubt. "Enjoy your stay!" Yas waved to Serra shyly as he left and cursed himself. His family had done nothing for social behavior, and on top of it all they gave him the give of magic use. Reimancy or Elementalism, as it was called. The ritual had come from his mother, Eva "The Heron" Al-Ghameq, and had been quite painful to recieve some Res into his body. He was young at the time and bounced back but it must've been a week before he felt better.
Looking around, a little smile to his face came once more at the fact of a little lavender candle sitting in a bowl. Meant to relax, and soothe, no doubt. Well, something was better than nothing. Closing his eyes and clearing his mind of wandering thoughts, he put out his index finger and let the liquid build and warp into a creation for fire. Almost with a twitch of his hand, a very gentle flame erupted and touched the top of the candle. "Well, time for bed...I've been up for three days straight." His pack was dropped on the floor, making a dull thud as he fell backwards onto the bed for a nice sleep. Zeltiva awaited, but first the metaphorical sheep needed to be counted. His last thought before the sweet embrace of the dreamworld took him was:
"I hope that candle behaves itself for a few hours..."