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41st Winter, 513 AV
Vyvian frowned from under his crimson hood as he watched the woman. She was... interesting.
He had seen her outside the temple to Viritas the day before. She was holding her hands on her heart, clutching.
His eyes glanced down at the floor darkly in thought. In his mind that was subconscious.. The great machine of his mind began to work, to understand this woman.
That day most of the shuffling masses were as described, their eyes dull with boredom, some looked on with what seemed half forced interest, they wanted to believe, because not believing would be bad. But this woman.. She shone out like a torch. Her eyes were bright, she looked upon the altar with fervour..
Back in the present Vyvian cleared his throat and spat on the floor..
She really wanted something didn't she.. some kind of role model.
Wiping his mouth, Vyvian scowled at a stranger who walked too close to him and scowled to himself a little anyway. He would find this woman. She was intriguing. More importantly, maybe Akajia would interest her as well. The goddess had certainly given him a purpose now. Rather than mope around all day in the ruins of Kalinor, he now... watched. Learnt. He was beginning to understand the sick nature of this city, how it thrived on death.. celebrated it.
One day.. he would change that. Akajia willing.
Climbing languidly onto a nearby roof he drew his knees to his chin and sat there, a little red scab on the roof, waiting.
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Vyvian's eyes glittered through the mulling crowd as they went through their daily life. He watched a greying man leer at a younger woman as she walked past. The man adjusted his trousers and glared in the direction of the Nest.
Vyvian glowered.. Sickening...
Two young men shouted at each other angrily, throwing punches and slashes, crimson lines sprouting from their clothes. Members of the crowd pulled the pair apart, where a broken pot lay on the ground in between them. Bloodshed over possessions. A low growl grew in Vyvian's throat. He hated this city.
It was sick, and it was scared of him for knowing.
Then, amongst the bumbling masses, a much more confident, paler individual walked. She was like a comforting shadow amongst the glaring light to Vyvian.
She walked upright, proud, elegant. She gracefully passed around people while others moved out of the way for her, almost in reverence. Yes. That was her. She had the same manner, she was verdant, lively, she actually had something to live for.
A wry smile crossed Vyvian's face as he slipped off the roof, knocking someone sideways on the floor, who Vyvian gave no inclination of thought towards.
Time to follow this enigma then.
He pulled his hood deep down and began to follow the woman. It was easy now after his practice. Just keep an eye on her through the filter of the crowd, watch people move out of the way of where you know she is.
Eventually the crowd began to thin as Vyvian reached the residential area of Kalinor. People here walked more slowly, more at ease. He guessed it was because they felt closer to safety and knew the people in their immediate area better.
Still the woman paced before him, and still, at a distance, Vyvian followed.
His hood and manner of walking were beginning to attract attention however, probably threatening, so he shook his hood off, and pushed his hair messily back over his head, a boyish grin flashing across his face. He loved this so much.
Eventually they arrived at her house. Vyvian stood by the door, leaning on the wall as if he was waiting for someone in case anyone suspected him. He wanted to make sure that she was alone in her house, and that indeed this was her house in the first place. Glancing with one eye through the gap in the curtain, he smiled. Only one hammock and she hadn't spoken to anyone yet. Must be her house.
He spun himself around and straightened himself out, clearing his throat quietly. His hands trembled a little as he raised his hand to gently knock on the wall. Quickly he brought his hand back down, licked his other hand and ran it through his hair, straightening it out. Quickly fluffing up his jacket, he blinked and tried a smile that didn't seem too threatening. Preparation complete, he knocked politely.
"Uhh hello?"
Vyvian frowned from under his crimson hood as he watched the woman. She was... interesting.
He had seen her outside the temple to Viritas the day before. She was holding her hands on her heart, clutching.
His eyes glanced down at the floor darkly in thought. In his mind that was subconscious.. The great machine of his mind began to work, to understand this woman.
That day most of the shuffling masses were as described, their eyes dull with boredom, some looked on with what seemed half forced interest, they wanted to believe, because not believing would be bad. But this woman.. She shone out like a torch. Her eyes were bright, she looked upon the altar with fervour..
Back in the present Vyvian cleared his throat and spat on the floor..
She really wanted something didn't she.. some kind of role model.
Wiping his mouth, Vyvian scowled at a stranger who walked too close to him and scowled to himself a little anyway. He would find this woman. She was intriguing. More importantly, maybe Akajia would interest her as well. The goddess had certainly given him a purpose now. Rather than mope around all day in the ruins of Kalinor, he now... watched. Learnt. He was beginning to understand the sick nature of this city, how it thrived on death.. celebrated it.
One day.. he would change that. Akajia willing.
Climbing languidly onto a nearby roof he drew his knees to his chin and sat there, a little red scab on the roof, waiting.
---
Vyvian's eyes glittered through the mulling crowd as they went through their daily life. He watched a greying man leer at a younger woman as she walked past. The man adjusted his trousers and glared in the direction of the Nest.
Vyvian glowered.. Sickening...
Two young men shouted at each other angrily, throwing punches and slashes, crimson lines sprouting from their clothes. Members of the crowd pulled the pair apart, where a broken pot lay on the ground in between them. Bloodshed over possessions. A low growl grew in Vyvian's throat. He hated this city.
It was sick, and it was scared of him for knowing.
Then, amongst the bumbling masses, a much more confident, paler individual walked. She was like a comforting shadow amongst the glaring light to Vyvian.
She walked upright, proud, elegant. She gracefully passed around people while others moved out of the way for her, almost in reverence. Yes. That was her. She had the same manner, she was verdant, lively, she actually had something to live for.
A wry smile crossed Vyvian's face as he slipped off the roof, knocking someone sideways on the floor, who Vyvian gave no inclination of thought towards.
Time to follow this enigma then.
He pulled his hood deep down and began to follow the woman. It was easy now after his practice. Just keep an eye on her through the filter of the crowd, watch people move out of the way of where you know she is.
Eventually the crowd began to thin as Vyvian reached the residential area of Kalinor. People here walked more slowly, more at ease. He guessed it was because they felt closer to safety and knew the people in their immediate area better.
Still the woman paced before him, and still, at a distance, Vyvian followed.
His hood and manner of walking were beginning to attract attention however, probably threatening, so he shook his hood off, and pushed his hair messily back over his head, a boyish grin flashing across his face. He loved this so much.
Eventually they arrived at her house. Vyvian stood by the door, leaning on the wall as if he was waiting for someone in case anyone suspected him. He wanted to make sure that she was alone in her house, and that indeed this was her house in the first place. Glancing with one eye through the gap in the curtain, he smiled. Only one hammock and she hadn't spoken to anyone yet. Must be her house.
He spun himself around and straightened himself out, clearing his throat quietly. His hands trembled a little as he raised his hand to gently knock on the wall. Quickly he brought his hand back down, licked his other hand and ran it through his hair, straightening it out. Quickly fluffing up his jacket, he blinked and tried a smile that didn't seem too threatening. Preparation complete, he knocked politely.
"Uhh hello?"
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