29th of Spring, 514 A.V.
Riverfall Docks
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Riverfall Docks
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If I was a irritating petcher, where would I be? C'mon, Bottle Breath, where are you? Shijara was near the water, her black eyes appearing still as they scanned over the multitude of boats that sat anchored at dock. There was one particular Svefra she needed to find. One that she never imagined she'd be looking for on her own will a week or so ago. Shjara could still remember the sound of his voice. The look in his eye when she insulted him. His grating laugh when he tested her patience. Kel. Kel Tempest.
Merchants and traders moved their wares. Fishermen cleaned their boats. It was a busy day, but otherwise peaceful. A day she should have been enjoying. And here she was, risking her happiness for this bastard. Briefly, the Chaktawe thought back to the night at Alements. He had left with some woman. Maybe the female had killed him. An amused smile played on Shijara's lip until her attention fell on what she was searching for.
The casinor was where she had first seen it. Please don't be drunk. The black haired woman had a feeling he would be. Or perhaps he wasn't home. Maybe off in a tavern harassing some other girl. A deep breath expelled from her lungs, and she approached the small ship. "Chopre!," Shijara put on the best smile she could, yelling in hopes he would show up. "You can stop crying. I'm back!"
Shijara found it easiest to deal with the male when she took everything with a grain of salt. She had made the mistake of trusting him. Not again. Or... maybe a little. She was going to ask for a ride, after all. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't tease him right back. After all, the male was oblivious to anyone actually disliking him. Might as well play his game.
"Jenkins!" Shi tried to see around the ship, wondering if she would see a little creature poking its head up. Maybe addressing the tavan would irritate Kel into showing his face. Or with her luck, he was probably passed out somewhere.
Shijara crossed her arms, her mid drift top blowing in the wind. She played with the rings on her fingers impatiently. A pit began forming in her stomach and she bit her lip nervously. Was she ready for the storm she was calling upon herself?
Her guardian, Sonnet spoke up, barely above a whisper, 'Is this wise?' The cougar sounded amused.
"No." Shijara muttered under her breath, fixing her hair and feigning excitement. Here's to acting.
Merchants and traders moved their wares. Fishermen cleaned their boats. It was a busy day, but otherwise peaceful. A day she should have been enjoying. And here she was, risking her happiness for this bastard. Briefly, the Chaktawe thought back to the night at Alements. He had left with some woman. Maybe the female had killed him. An amused smile played on Shijara's lip until her attention fell on what she was searching for.
The casinor was where she had first seen it. Please don't be drunk. The black haired woman had a feeling he would be. Or perhaps he wasn't home. Maybe off in a tavern harassing some other girl. A deep breath expelled from her lungs, and she approached the small ship. "Chopre!," Shijara put on the best smile she could, yelling in hopes he would show up. "You can stop crying. I'm back!"
Shijara found it easiest to deal with the male when she took everything with a grain of salt. She had made the mistake of trusting him. Not again. Or... maybe a little. She was going to ask for a ride, after all. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't tease him right back. After all, the male was oblivious to anyone actually disliking him. Might as well play his game.
"Jenkins!" Shi tried to see around the ship, wondering if she would see a little creature poking its head up. Maybe addressing the tavan would irritate Kel into showing his face. Or with her luck, he was probably passed out somewhere.
Shijara crossed her arms, her mid drift top blowing in the wind. She played with the rings on her fingers impatiently. A pit began forming in her stomach and she bit her lip nervously. Was she ready for the storm she was calling upon herself?
Her guardian, Sonnet spoke up, barely above a whisper, 'Is this wise?' The cougar sounded amused.
"No." Shijara muttered under her breath, fixing her hair and feigning excitement. Here's to acting.