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by **Svasra** on January 6th, 2013, 2:52 am

Svasra Snowsong

"A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots."

-Marcus Garvey

Another late night. More mindless hours spent lying down and staring at the stars and flickering lights to soothe her mind. Staring at the tendrils of pink, green, red and yellow, Svasra thought she would fall asleep easily, lulled by their silent movement, their gentle call. Who wouldn't find peace within Morwen's Lights? The Lights of their birth? Svasra tried closing her eyes, and breathing out slowly, imagining the soft glow dancing behind her eyelids. Peace, tranquility, the lights . . . they would all put her to sleep . . .

In less than half a bell, Svasra found herself on the street, grumbling slightly, making for the familiar comfort of the Red Diamond Tavern. Where else would one go at this hour of night? Setting a quick pace - as she didn't want to linger outside in the darkness for too long - Svasra made her way through the silent town nimbly, winding through the lantern-lit streets with the easy grace of one born and raised within the city. There was no sleep to be had for now, and Svasra thought she might as well check the patrons of the tavern to see if anyone might pay to hear a quick story or two. A legend of their own perhaps?

As she moved though, the city itself caught her eye. Avanthal, even at night, was breathtaking. Svasra paused as she neared the tavern, glancing up to appreciate the ethereal glow of the city underneath the winter moon. The Vantha abruptly came up with a story on the moon - particularly its jealousy - and hummed pleasantly, turning back to her path towards the Red Diamond, a more merry step to lighten her toes.

Pushing the door open, Svasra breathed in the familiar smell of alcohol and food, the warmth a loving caress over her chilled cheeks as she shut the door behind her to keep in the warmth. The storyteller moved into the heated room to shed her outerwear, and looked for a spot to sit. Where exactly should she?

Svasra was greeted with a few men and mildly drunk conversation, a couple servers bustling. Quiet for the Red Diamond, though no surprise, unfortunately. Svasra easily took in the atmosphere of the crowd, too caught up in their own worlds to pay attention to the world Svasra might want to share with them. Ah, perhaps another day, as Svasra paid a visit to this Tavern on an almost daily basis. Even so, Svasra didn't wish to sit alone and write tonight, these dark hours yearning to be filled with some laughter and friends. The girl's eyes shifted various colors as she examined the room, and settled her gaze on a pair of ladies by the fire. A fellow Snowsong? Svasra was sure . . . though she did tend to get the people of the Holds mixed up . . . wait . . . perhaps she's a Skyglow? No, she could have sworn she was in the Hold . . . faces were definitely not her specialty.

Either way, most Vantha were quite friendly whether from their Hold or not, and Svasra hoped it applied to this pair as she made her way across the bar, carefully not to knock into anyone. As she ducked under a flailing hand as a male tried to tell the tale of some hunt he'd gone on, Svasra pitched her voice over the din, "Mind if I join you? Tonight seems too dark to spend alone."

The woman stood in front of them soon after, her eyes shifting from gray-blue to a warm gold. "I'm Svasra Snowsong," she added, thinking it would be wise to introduce herself before sitting with two strangers.

by **Svasra** on March 9th, 2013, 5:20 am

Would anyone be objected to turning this in for grading?

by **Valkyrie** on April 10th, 2013, 5:00 pm

H'veen :

Silarial :

Svasra :

You Will Be Collected if Worthy

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can figure it out.

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