59th Fall 513AV
18th Bell
It was rare for Fallon to look for the finer things in life. If anything she chose often to not even consider divulging into such past times, there was little point and little urge to. For the most part as it had little interest to her most of the time and was a wonderful way to spend coin at a rapid rate. But, the odd tipple, the small treat, the gentle sip of her preferred poison here and there never hurt - least not until the following morning. Right now that was not a concern. It was perhaps unusual not to find herself within the recesses of the Rearing Stallion after a day of training. But today she had simply found it unbearable, tightly packed and stinking of sweat and ale. She would have been brushing shoulders with many a patron if she had stayed there, and so the squire took to the docks for the slightly fresher air.
Besides, winter was quickly approaching. Best not to waste the moment.
Sat upon the stone floor and her legs dangling over the edge of the dock wall, the squire glanced only out to see. The sky ran with colours, the hues of reds and violets dancing their way across it like wild fire. Her chin lifted, her face light and devoid of any real thought for the time being. More, she was simply admiring from afar the rolling blue of the Suvan, and the shadow of merchant ships that glided across it.
”Like ducks in a pond,” she muttered to herself, before turning to the bottle of wine she had acquired. Beside it she looked to the clay upside down tumbler. There was a moment of regard to it before she tipped it over. The blue mirror stretched onwards, the occasional ripple from the wind itself. The ships continued glide across it in the distance, travelling off no doubt to strange places with exotic wares. Grasping the cork of the bottle she gave it a pull and a tug. Freeing the red liquid she allowed it to be decanted into the cup. What issue would there be with silent musing over things in the distance?
Taking a swig she released a hearty sigh, and sucked in the salty sea air. The opportunity to stop and think was upon her, the niggling thoughts and worries creeping up. She took a second mouthful and swirled it about, a look of careful contemplation fixed upon her face. The life carried on around her, sailors and dock hands passing by. Her brow rose only briefly to take note to the hustle and bustle behind her. Man would never stop work, there was always something new coming in, some ship laden with cargo and wares. They were not her immediate concern however.
There was a pause as she considered topping up her tumbler. Drinking alone, a bad habit she knew she should not keep. Then again, no one ever lectured her to do otherwise. The colours of the sky continued to warp, dipping and darkening as the chimes went on. Shadows streaked across the surface, a golden hue framing the world before her. And so taking the moment she watched the dying light with drink in hand and the weight of her thoughts simply flickering away for a brief chime of peace. She released a mutter under her breath, "Dang, I need to do this more often."
18th Bell
It was rare for Fallon to look for the finer things in life. If anything she chose often to not even consider divulging into such past times, there was little point and little urge to. For the most part as it had little interest to her most of the time and was a wonderful way to spend coin at a rapid rate. But, the odd tipple, the small treat, the gentle sip of her preferred poison here and there never hurt - least not until the following morning. Right now that was not a concern. It was perhaps unusual not to find herself within the recesses of the Rearing Stallion after a day of training. But today she had simply found it unbearable, tightly packed and stinking of sweat and ale. She would have been brushing shoulders with many a patron if she had stayed there, and so the squire took to the docks for the slightly fresher air.
Besides, winter was quickly approaching. Best not to waste the moment.
Sat upon the stone floor and her legs dangling over the edge of the dock wall, the squire glanced only out to see. The sky ran with colours, the hues of reds and violets dancing their way across it like wild fire. Her chin lifted, her face light and devoid of any real thought for the time being. More, she was simply admiring from afar the rolling blue of the Suvan, and the shadow of merchant ships that glided across it.
”Like ducks in a pond,” she muttered to herself, before turning to the bottle of wine she had acquired. Beside it she looked to the clay upside down tumbler. There was a moment of regard to it before she tipped it over. The blue mirror stretched onwards, the occasional ripple from the wind itself. The ships continued glide across it in the distance, travelling off no doubt to strange places with exotic wares. Grasping the cork of the bottle she gave it a pull and a tug. Freeing the red liquid she allowed it to be decanted into the cup. What issue would there be with silent musing over things in the distance?
Taking a swig she released a hearty sigh, and sucked in the salty sea air. The opportunity to stop and think was upon her, the niggling thoughts and worries creeping up. She took a second mouthful and swirled it about, a look of careful contemplation fixed upon her face. The life carried on around her, sailors and dock hands passing by. Her brow rose only briefly to take note to the hustle and bustle behind her. Man would never stop work, there was always something new coming in, some ship laden with cargo and wares. They were not her immediate concern however.
There was a pause as she considered topping up her tumbler. Drinking alone, a bad habit she knew she should not keep. Then again, no one ever lectured her to do otherwise. The colours of the sky continued to warp, dipping and darkening as the chimes went on. Shadows streaked across the surface, a golden hue framing the world before her. And so taking the moment she watched the dying light with drink in hand and the weight of her thoughts simply flickering away for a brief chime of peace. She released a mutter under her breath, "Dang, I need to do this more often."
