Spring 30, 516 AV
Sharai Peak
Estrellir was still green. And still unemployed. Whether those two things were related, she never thought to stop and contemplate. As far as she was concerned, both were endless nuisances that paled in the face of her explorations and discoveries around Lhavit. After her arrival, the Konti immediately began observing and learning everything she could about the Star of Kalea.
It felt like a holiday, to be honest, after the strenuous journey and years filled with detective work before that. She could sleep in, sample breakfast at one of numerous little restaurants overlooking dusted mountains and then follow the wind through the city, walking every nook and cranny. The Lhavitian habit of working in bursts and taking naps hadn’t taken hold yet, so she lived and worked like she always did, swiftly and tirelessly. Architecture, lifestyle, social structure and customs were things easily observed, but Estrellir was also interested in what lay under the surface, what drove and commanded Lhavitians at their core. That included anything and everything, but investigating strange rumors soon became a favorite pastime.
Rumors provided nothing useful per se, yet she ended up investigating more often than not. After all, Estrellir could never resist a good secret, however small it seemed at first, the way some people couldn’t resist a good old whiskey or hunting rare beasts or… magic. The thrill was beckoning, the unknown taunting her.
On the other hand, it might just be her fondness of trinkets and cute baubles. Either way, after hearing about a stream on Sharai Peak weeping beautiful stones, she decided to head out and see for herself. As usual, the Konti was dressed in all black and simple cuts, scarf and leather boots. Only the exquisite silk cloak caressing her small frame hinted at how familiar she was with luxury. Wavy ivory hair was cut too short to be tied, so the wind blew it into her face all the time.
She found Sharai Peak without asking for directions – a small and expected victory, considering how long she’d been in town. After some wandering, she found the stream too, a cheerful trickle of water straight from the mountains. Clear as skyglass. People were milling about between buildings that were mostly barns and storage. They were probably looking for the stones as was Estrellir was about to.
Sharai Peak
Estrellir was still green. And still unemployed. Whether those two things were related, she never thought to stop and contemplate. As far as she was concerned, both were endless nuisances that paled in the face of her explorations and discoveries around Lhavit. After her arrival, the Konti immediately began observing and learning everything she could about the Star of Kalea.
It felt like a holiday, to be honest, after the strenuous journey and years filled with detective work before that. She could sleep in, sample breakfast at one of numerous little restaurants overlooking dusted mountains and then follow the wind through the city, walking every nook and cranny. The Lhavitian habit of working in bursts and taking naps hadn’t taken hold yet, so she lived and worked like she always did, swiftly and tirelessly. Architecture, lifestyle, social structure and customs were things easily observed, but Estrellir was also interested in what lay under the surface, what drove and commanded Lhavitians at their core. That included anything and everything, but investigating strange rumors soon became a favorite pastime.
Rumors provided nothing useful per se, yet she ended up investigating more often than not. After all, Estrellir could never resist a good secret, however small it seemed at first, the way some people couldn’t resist a good old whiskey or hunting rare beasts or… magic. The thrill was beckoning, the unknown taunting her.
On the other hand, it might just be her fondness of trinkets and cute baubles. Either way, after hearing about a stream on Sharai Peak weeping beautiful stones, she decided to head out and see for herself. As usual, the Konti was dressed in all black and simple cuts, scarf and leather boots. Only the exquisite silk cloak caressing her small frame hinted at how familiar she was with luxury. Wavy ivory hair was cut too short to be tied, so the wind blew it into her face all the time.
She found Sharai Peak without asking for directions – a small and expected victory, considering how long she’d been in town. After some wandering, she found the stream too, a cheerful trickle of water straight from the mountains. Clear as skyglass. People were milling about between buildings that were mostly barns and storage. They were probably looking for the stones as was Estrellir was about to.