The midnight hour [Zivilist Gott]

[Wyatti]

63rd of Winter 512
Somewhere rather dark: Midnight

Tonight, Wyatti felt rebellious, a want to explore Zeltiva at a different time filling her mind, to see things from a different perspective. And so, she waited. She waited until she was certain that the others around her were asleep and sneaked out, barely making a sound. She carefully closed the door of the place where she laid, a quite click sounding out as it shut before running off down the street.

It was dark, a near pitch black to the eyes of a human. The sky was over cast, the stars having disappeared beneath the clouds. For a moment there was silence, a stillness in the air that lasted, that seemed unbreakable. But that was far from the case, for the smallest sound of quiet footsteps echoed out through the streets, unable to be masked. Wyatti peered her head around a corner, her warm breath becoming steam, her eyes constantly adjusting to the varying levels of light. Where most humans would of been near blind, the Kelvic was far from that, perhaps not capable of reading letters and picking out details, but she could see the shapes clearly enough to tell out features and movements. And so after a moments hesitation she stepped out, nostrils flared sniffing the air for signs of life.

She stepped further forward, her ears twitching listening out for potential trouble, her fists clenched a sign she was ready to fight. It was dangerous for a child to be out at night, especially alone, but the Kelvic seemed unphased by the true dangers. Or more over she was oblivious to them, she never travelled about at night after all and so the mysteries were left open to her. She sniffed the air again, her hands outstretched touching cold stone, her fingers feeling the carvings in them. Although there was the scent of frost that masked most, Wyatti could not help but feel on edge, uncertain, a strange ghostly chill travel up her spine. Her feet crunched against the ground, a shift in sound from stone to a different substance. For a moment she paused, before continuing on, her fingers touching all that she came past, cold icy stone. But then her foot made contact not with ground, but with nothing. She tumbled forwards, lost in air, the her fingers reaching out but grabbing nothing. She let out a shriek when she landed, feeling the cold earth between her fingers as she looked up into the gloom with no idea on how to get out. And so she shouted out a cry for help, hoping that someone would find her.