”I see,” Valerius replied. He was clearly satisfied with her response for one reason or another. ”There is nothing wrong with being self-taught. I often study on my own after class.” Well if there was a single good quality in her neighboring bar patron, it industriousness. Perhaps he wasn’t as soft as his appearance implied. “Where have your travels taken you so far?” The sincerity in his question compelled to give a serious answer as opposed to the sarcastic one she had lined up. Thoughtful she sloshed her wine in a circular motion, eyes distant.
“I’ve been to Riverfall, Endrykas, Mura, Nyka, Syliras and of course Zeltiva. Excluding my native city of Yahebah.” The Benshira listed each item like it was yet another course in a several part meal. It seemed she’d gotten the question before. Her tone just had no flavor to it. “Each has their different characteristics and each journey its own danger.” Sybel took a sip of the wine she’d been toying with. It was wasn’t too dry, just sweet enough. A perfect excuse to swing the focus back to the monetarily secure young man.
“I thank you,” he replied, clearly unable to sense the obvious sarcasm it’d been laced with. Sybel was tempted to roll her eyes but it might spoil and otherwise amusing game. “And yes, Ravok is quite inspiring. The whole city has been built on top of a lake, and the different parts of the city are connected by canals and bridges. You should really visit sometimes. There is no other place quite like it in Mizahar.” That she was certain of. Of course they neglected to mention the torture chambers hidden beneath its lovely canals, or the complete intolerance for non-humans. In fact, everything about Ravok the woman found abhorrent. But instead she smiled sweetly, glancing over at her reluctant friend. “It sounds gorgeous. It’s truly a shame I’ve never gone.”
“What is the place where you come from like?” He inquired, most likely out of politeness than anything. “It’s sandy. There’s no arable land so most of the industry is fig farming and sheep herding. The sandstorms seemingly come from nowhere and can engulf the unsuspecting traveler. All in all, not exactly a tourist trap.” She grinned. No, Eyktol certainly was not. The only worthwhile place had been Ahnatep and it was in shambles.
“What are you studying this season?” Sybel inquired.
“I’ve been to Riverfall, Endrykas, Mura, Nyka, Syliras and of course Zeltiva. Excluding my native city of Yahebah.” The Benshira listed each item like it was yet another course in a several part meal. It seemed she’d gotten the question before. Her tone just had no flavor to it. “Each has their different characteristics and each journey its own danger.” Sybel took a sip of the wine she’d been toying with. It was wasn’t too dry, just sweet enough. A perfect excuse to swing the focus back to the monetarily secure young man.
“I thank you,” he replied, clearly unable to sense the obvious sarcasm it’d been laced with. Sybel was tempted to roll her eyes but it might spoil and otherwise amusing game. “And yes, Ravok is quite inspiring. The whole city has been built on top of a lake, and the different parts of the city are connected by canals and bridges. You should really visit sometimes. There is no other place quite like it in Mizahar.” That she was certain of. Of course they neglected to mention the torture chambers hidden beneath its lovely canals, or the complete intolerance for non-humans. In fact, everything about Ravok the woman found abhorrent. But instead she smiled sweetly, glancing over at her reluctant friend. “It sounds gorgeous. It’s truly a shame I’ve never gone.”
“What is the place where you come from like?” He inquired, most likely out of politeness than anything. “It’s sandy. There’s no arable land so most of the industry is fig farming and sheep herding. The sandstorms seemingly come from nowhere and can engulf the unsuspecting traveler. All in all, not exactly a tourist trap.” She grinned. No, Eyktol certainly was not. The only worthwhile place had been Ahnatep and it was in shambles.
“What are you studying this season?” Sybel inquired.
