46th of Spring, 515 AV
Afternoon
As he passed through the simple archway, few looked to him, used as they were to his frequent presence. The scent of his body and the sound of his steps alerted the Dhani within long before his arrival, giving him a sense of invisibility when it came to the Coils Club. Unlike his other usual haunt, the Velvet Curtain, Kaveh was never made to feel comfortable but instead, someone to be tolerated. Sometimes, his behaviour would warrant him vicious looks from other Dhani, to which he surprisingly heeded, knowing better than to get on their bad sides. Reckless as he sometimes was, the Chaktawe was not stupid enough to end up as an angry Dhani's dinner. Despite this at times intimidating atmosphere, Kaveh gravitated toward the tavern, fascinated as he was with the dangerous race. Perhaps it was their strength, which he has witnessed in more than one occasion when brawls erupted, or their cunning, which reveals an intelligence and tenacity that even Eywaat would be proud of. The juxtaposition between their power and their unassuming, human appearances had captured Kaveh's curiosity and in a way, admiration, much like his own for the Akalak. To be strong was simply yet another of the Chaktawe's many desires.
Finding rest at a table near the dance floor, Kaveh sunk into his seat as his head leaned against the chair's back. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, the Chaktawe sighed heavily as drowsiness stole his vision, closing his eyes shut. He had spent the better part of the morning restocking the specialty tinctures at Alements with fresh brews, particularly the hangover cure that was very popular in the late morning and noon. This sort of thing wasn't a common occurrence, but simply the result of procrastination from the healer. More and more, Kaveh was realizing that he would have to tone down his late nights at various taverns if he wanted to keep his job. Let's try to sleep before dawn...and less late nights in general He promised himself, laying down the foundation of his new goal. Mentally, he grimaced with the thought of returning under Argar's wing, likely working his way toward a cushy position at the Wellness Center. As much as he enjoyed helping others, the hospital seemed too formal and rigid, and would force him to divide his attention between too many patients. Instead, he preferred the more social and relaxed atmosphere at Alements where, best of all, the other staff seemed to tolerate his behaviour. At least, thus far. When it came down it, as much as Kaveh would deny it to others, he did enjoy working at the job that his intrusive father had arranged.
As he slowly recovered, the Chaktawe began to look around the tavern in search of something to catch his attention, maybe an acquaintance to catch up with or a card game to join. As usual, music thick with the heavy sound of drums and light melody of the lute rang continuously through the tavern interiour. Dancers sparsely peppered the floor, moving in a way that resembled a fusion of both their snake and human forms. Perhaps even more than their telltale accents were the way the Dhani seemed to execute their movements, for they seemed to slither and contort as though they were already in their serpentine forms and simply puppeteering a human body to mimic their natural movements. Though it was not a busy hour, there were some regulars that he recognized, with a few of which relaxing in their snake forms while conversing in hushed hisses.
Afternoon
As he passed through the simple archway, few looked to him, used as they were to his frequent presence. The scent of his body and the sound of his steps alerted the Dhani within long before his arrival, giving him a sense of invisibility when it came to the Coils Club. Unlike his other usual haunt, the Velvet Curtain, Kaveh was never made to feel comfortable but instead, someone to be tolerated. Sometimes, his behaviour would warrant him vicious looks from other Dhani, to which he surprisingly heeded, knowing better than to get on their bad sides. Reckless as he sometimes was, the Chaktawe was not stupid enough to end up as an angry Dhani's dinner. Despite this at times intimidating atmosphere, Kaveh gravitated toward the tavern, fascinated as he was with the dangerous race. Perhaps it was their strength, which he has witnessed in more than one occasion when brawls erupted, or their cunning, which reveals an intelligence and tenacity that even Eywaat would be proud of. The juxtaposition between their power and their unassuming, human appearances had captured Kaveh's curiosity and in a way, admiration, much like his own for the Akalak. To be strong was simply yet another of the Chaktawe's many desires.
Finding rest at a table near the dance floor, Kaveh sunk into his seat as his head leaned against the chair's back. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, the Chaktawe sighed heavily as drowsiness stole his vision, closing his eyes shut. He had spent the better part of the morning restocking the specialty tinctures at Alements with fresh brews, particularly the hangover cure that was very popular in the late morning and noon. This sort of thing wasn't a common occurrence, but simply the result of procrastination from the healer. More and more, Kaveh was realizing that he would have to tone down his late nights at various taverns if he wanted to keep his job. Let's try to sleep before dawn...and less late nights in general He promised himself, laying down the foundation of his new goal. Mentally, he grimaced with the thought of returning under Argar's wing, likely working his way toward a cushy position at the Wellness Center. As much as he enjoyed helping others, the hospital seemed too formal and rigid, and would force him to divide his attention between too many patients. Instead, he preferred the more social and relaxed atmosphere at Alements where, best of all, the other staff seemed to tolerate his behaviour. At least, thus far. When it came down it, as much as Kaveh would deny it to others, he did enjoy working at the job that his intrusive father had arranged.
As he slowly recovered, the Chaktawe began to look around the tavern in search of something to catch his attention, maybe an acquaintance to catch up with or a card game to join. As usual, music thick with the heavy sound of drums and light melody of the lute rang continuously through the tavern interiour. Dancers sparsely peppered the floor, moving in a way that resembled a fusion of both their snake and human forms. Perhaps even more than their telltale accents were the way the Dhani seemed to execute their movements, for they seemed to slither and contort as though they were already in their serpentine forms and simply puppeteering a human body to mimic their natural movements. Though it was not a busy hour, there were some regulars that he recognized, with a few of which relaxing in their snake forms while conversing in hushed hisses.
