70th of Spring, 514 AV
Time: Early Evening
The sun was still up, and though it was sinking fast the crowds... oh the crowds were still as bustling as always. Bodies pressed in too close for comfort, laughter, shouts, talk and shoving. Vi hated it all. So many people so close, brushing by, looking at her-- Or at least she thought they were-- and surely hating her for what she was... Beyond that, however, it was the physical. Her body, which made her so special, was also what made her so weak. Her bones were fragile, like glass it felt like they would break with every jostle, every push and every miss step. Crowds were not good for Vi, and she knew it. Both the real and the made up reasons to avoid them often kept her away, but as it turned out there was something stronger than her insecurities.
"Petch it Caridan..." He had made her go. Well perhaps 'made' is not the correct wording. He had suggested it in his usual way. Such that she felt compelled to do as he asked. It wasn't a matter of whether she wanted to or not. If Caridan asked it, Vi usually would do it. She owed him that much. At least she thought she did.
So she had gone, collected the supplies he asked for, and now she was making quick strides to get back to the Flat. To get away from the crowds, from the world. She could only think of that, getting away, and she was so focused she did not notice the body stepping in front of her. She came to a sudden halt, gasping in surprise as the hood of her cloak fell back to reveal the cobweb colored hair and amethyst eyes. Blinking she quickly went to pull the hood up once more, revealing her long black nails, but something else caught her and made the girl pause in surprise. The pale skin, the white hair and amethyst eyes. So taken aback Vi's mouth even open slightly, though she quickly closed it and turned, pulling her hood up and pressing through the crowd.
Another Symenestra here? Now? What were the odds? And worse, it was a male. Vi had been cut off from her race since her birth. The few she had seen had been from behind bars, and worse yet she had heard stories. She knew of the Harvest and what happened when the men came looking for women. Vi wanted nothing to do with any of it. She knew that if she were to consort with a human male it could end badly for her. A symenestra male was a death sentence. In that moment when she had met his eyes she saw her life flash before her own. She was afraid.
Glancing back only once Vi turned down another alley, her task completely forgotten as she made her escape. She prayed to Rhysol that he didn't follow.
Time: Early Evening
The sun was still up, and though it was sinking fast the crowds... oh the crowds were still as bustling as always. Bodies pressed in too close for comfort, laughter, shouts, talk and shoving. Vi hated it all. So many people so close, brushing by, looking at her-- Or at least she thought they were-- and surely hating her for what she was... Beyond that, however, it was the physical. Her body, which made her so special, was also what made her so weak. Her bones were fragile, like glass it felt like they would break with every jostle, every push and every miss step. Crowds were not good for Vi, and she knew it. Both the real and the made up reasons to avoid them often kept her away, but as it turned out there was something stronger than her insecurities.
"Petch it Caridan..." He had made her go. Well perhaps 'made' is not the correct wording. He had suggested it in his usual way. Such that she felt compelled to do as he asked. It wasn't a matter of whether she wanted to or not. If Caridan asked it, Vi usually would do it. She owed him that much. At least she thought she did.
So she had gone, collected the supplies he asked for, and now she was making quick strides to get back to the Flat. To get away from the crowds, from the world. She could only think of that, getting away, and she was so focused she did not notice the body stepping in front of her. She came to a sudden halt, gasping in surprise as the hood of her cloak fell back to reveal the cobweb colored hair and amethyst eyes. Blinking she quickly went to pull the hood up once more, revealing her long black nails, but something else caught her and made the girl pause in surprise. The pale skin, the white hair and amethyst eyes. So taken aback Vi's mouth even open slightly, though she quickly closed it and turned, pulling her hood up and pressing through the crowd.
Another Symenestra here? Now? What were the odds? And worse, it was a male. Vi had been cut off from her race since her birth. The few she had seen had been from behind bars, and worse yet she had heard stories. She knew of the Harvest and what happened when the men came looking for women. Vi wanted nothing to do with any of it. She knew that if she were to consort with a human male it could end badly for her. A symenestra male was a death sentence. In that moment when she had met his eyes she saw her life flash before her own. She was afraid.
Glancing back only once Vi turned down another alley, her task completely forgotten as she made her escape. She prayed to Rhysol that he didn't follow.
