Season of Spring, Day 15, Year 512AV The backbone of Ravokian society was the rumors. Simple things that usually lead to over the top moves from the powers-that-be and considering the storm, those who had always been faithful to Rhysol and The Voice were quite displeased with a whispers such as this particular one floating around. The Rising Dawn. Leths light—the docks. Written on a simple scrap of parchment. Hidden beneath on of the many bridges of the canals. It was stuffed inconspicuously but she had been notified of the message and its hidey-hole. Crumpling it she threw it into the water below. Filthy water! Like the vile beings that dared try to change things. Gripping the stone tightly she found herself unable to control her rage, wishing for nothing more than to watch them beg for mercy. Hissing and shaking slightly she jerked away from the bridge with great effort. Sook would find out the truth. The note was knew, her little informant having told her that much. So soon people would be fluttering to the docks. Gnashing her teeth she stormed down the bridge and towards the docks not interested in the petty civilians with their petty and pointless troubles. What did she care if they had yet to find their child after the storm? If their wives were ill and their homes missing items. None of it was of interest, though usually giving bits of false hope would make her smile. Briskly weaving through the streets Sook smashed harshly into a young woman. Sending them both onto the stone. Snarling Sook stood quickly. “Little twit! Move when people walk!” She hesitated briefly though. Giving the young woman a once over and the general direction of her walk. She was a bright little thing and right now bright things should be in bed. “Where are you going?” Crouching to the woman she knocked over, she began inspecting her carefully. Looking for anything to tell her why she was wandering so late in the evening. “Are you a night woman?” here she paused, “Or—or are you heading to the docks?” Standing once more, Sook began to dust herself off. “I apologize sincerely for bumping you.” It sounded anything but. “Can I offer you dinner in forgiveness?” In truth she simply wanted someone who looked innocent and this woman seemed to project an air of naivety. That or her facial features were simply childish. It would be more believable if she found the ‘Rising Dawn’ fools with this young woman. She looked the part of someone who would not care for all Ravok had to offer. |