Spring, Day 10, 510 AV
This is not good, this is not good, Vanari chanted to herself as she struggled against hysteria. She had been walking around for ages, trying to find Godiva's Refuge to no avail. In the leaflet she received at the Sea Gate, the woman's refuge was mentioned, with lodging free of charge for the first two weeks. This was a major blessing, as she had given most of her coin to that scumbag guide of hers. Now, if only she could find the place! She had considered returning to the gate and asking the Akalak guard--at the risk of further embarrassment--but knew it was impossible to find her way back.
The panic stricken Vantha looked around her. Mostly everyone up and about so early in the morning were Akalak guards and workers. They stared at her openly, and some with more undisguised interest than others. Ask one of them for directions? Yeah, not happening.
Breathe. It'll be fine, I'll figure something out. Just have to find someone who isn't covered in slabs of muscles for directions. Not that the attention was wholly unpleasant, the Icemaiden was forced to admit. She was just terribly unused to it, having always had a prettier, younger sister who stole most of the attention. Two years ago, her jealousy would have been palpable, but now all she felt was a stab of homesickness at the thought of Sania.
I'll make something of myself yet, the Vantha girl vowed for the umpteenth time. This will all be worth it. Eventually...
Looking up, she saw that she had walked full circle and was standing in front of the butcher shop. Again. At least if she ever had an insatiable craving for raw meat, she'd know where to go.
"If you really want to eat meat that badly, you should just do it. I don't understand all the bother lately with girls and their diets."
Vanari nearly jumped out of her skin. She whirled around, clutching her pounding heart. Her startled expression was met with that of a certain familiar, grinning Akalak. "Ah, didn't mean to scare you there. Just taking a break to pick up some breakfast. I was right about you being new, eh? Ever even seen an Akalak before?"
The Vantha gulped and shook her head. She had heard of the fierce race, certainly, but never met one up close and personal. The guard seemed much friendlier than she initially thought possible, but she could not discount his extremely intimidating build nor the icy cool of his eyes. If there was one thing she knew for certain, it was what a tutor had told her long ago: Akalaks possessed legendary longevity and always preferred to keep their distance, for obvious reasons.
"Well, how do I look?"
Vanari nearly choked at the bluntness of his question, no longer so sure of her convictions. He certainly was rather handsome, in an intense, exotic sort of way. His skin was a deep, midnight violet and his black Mohawk neatly plaited on either side. A broad smile and clean, strong jaw were his best facial features, while everything below was...well, it made her blush just thinking about it.
"Guh--um, not...bad?" she squeaked. Gods, she was squeaking. When was the last time she did that? Ten years ago?
Someone save me, she desperately pleaded. The Akalak seemed kind, but she was too distraught to be functional. She'd been scammed, sent to the wrong city, and forced to fake her gender. She just wanted to rest somewhere, in a soft bed, alone. Actually, being alone sounded dreadful, but what were her options? Glancing at the guard, she noticed his pensive gaze and her thoughts raced ahead of her. This was too much. She was too tired, too bewildered, too embarrassed--she could feel the heat all the way to the tips of her ears! If she didn't find sanctuary soon, she was going to explode.