Closed [Surya Plaza] Whispers of Lhex

[Cyq]

My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts

12th of Summer, 515.

The downpour was unbelievable. When he'd left the relatively spacious confines of his scant rented apartment to do a little more exploring of the city, there'd only been light clouds in the sky - the same as there'd been for the past several days, with only one or two passes of light rainfall lasting barely more than a few bells to show for it. Those, he could account for. A little foresight and some luck on his side and the walking mouse statue was back in his apartment with just a few specks of rain to show for it, at the best of times.

Not like this. The only warning was an ominous rumble in the sky, as if an earthquake had shaken the heavens themselves, before they unloaded the ocean onto the city all at once. The Surya Plaza dissipated immediately as the gardens practically overflowed with entertainers or simple folk peddling their goods disappearing under the trees to find whatever shelter they could. Shoppers passing through the plaza ducked into shops mere moments before their doors closed to prevent the torrential influx.. and the hedgehog was left struggling to avoid being trampled by people and rainfall alike.

By the time he'd managed to duck under the lip of a shop called 'The Good Book' judging by its soaked sign, the clay mouse was drenched and shivering, along with everything else he'd brought with him. All the Kina, his wooden walking stick and the few charms hanging off it. Moisture only made the smell of decay worse, to the point that even its owner was closing off his nostrils and taking shallow breaths. Note. Don't make dead things wet. So much for travelling. Until the storm passed, he'd never make it back out into the open again. Fierce winds could practically lift him off into the air.. and although it probably sounded very silly, there was a real possibility of drowning.

If only he knew the name of that god of storms.. he'd really love to scream and curse his name right about now. "Petching.. shyke." The best he could manage were a few strings of curses and the occasional knock of the butt of his stick against the cobblestones. All he got in return was another clap of thunder that drowned it all out again. Fantastic. The best he could do was try and move around as far as he could under the cover of the roofs. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd be able to make a path back to his apartment and spend the rest of the day confined inside there instead. Sure, it'd waste another day where he could be doing so many more important things.. but at least he could waste it being warm and relatively comfortable.

[Tanell]

She stepped out for a break, seeking to do something different with her time, she began her walk with little purpose beyond the action itself. It was while she was walking that she found the stones, revealed by the endless bouts of showers in the previous days.

They were relatively small, and rough, not tumbled smooth, but they were beautiful, ranging from clear to pink to blue, the small collection of stones were impossible to leave behind.

She picked up the lot of them, sifting through dirt, mud, and common stones to see if she could find any more. She ended up looking off the edge of the mountain, down the sheer cliff face, wondering if more had been washed down off the edge.

She couldn't know, but she could look for more rocks along the edges of the peaks. She did, too, placing the five stones in her hand into a pocket of her bag. She was scouting along the rough rock face of the Zintia peak, less sure of finding anything on such a populated peak, but willing to look as she walked all the same. The first drop of rain fell, large and heavy. A second one followed, and rapidly a third and fourth. It wasn't until a large drop hit soundly on the top of her head that she noticed the rain.

Seconds later she and every other sensible person was ducking for cover, seeking the shelter of the shops that quickly barred their doors to prevent the crowds from overwhelming them.

The sudden outpouring of rain, while not entirely unexpected, was not so appreciated either. While it provided a cool relief, the damp threatened to soak her belongings through the protective cloth, and if she was quite unlucky, through the crease of the simple wooden box that protected her tarot cards.

So it was with great haste that she sought a respite from the storm, dashing along the path seeking eaves less occupied so that she might find shelter beneath them rather than a collection of people looking at her unhappily.

When she did find one, the space was small, but unoccupied. The Good Book, read the sign above the door as she ducked beneath it. It was only once safely pressed against the outer wall of the shop that she noticed, indeed, that she was not alone in seeking shelter, here.

Her companion, was a tiny, pale, and reeking of filth and rot. She blinked moisture from her eyes, waiting for the image before her to change, seeking a better understanding of what she was looking at. He, rather, it for she could not determine a gender, did not appear to be an ordinary in any sense of the word, instead it stood, and carried things, and spoke. She hoped she hadn't come too close to stepping on it in her mad dash to escape the rain. The creature seemed infinitesimally smaller than herself, so much so she could hardly make anything about it out at all. If it hadn't been making a ruckus, she might not have noticed it at all.

"Pardon me, I hope I didn't startle you." She spoke, her common smooth enough in the current setting. She resisted the urge to crouch and gaze more closely at the creature, awe settling clearly across her features.