Spring 26th 513 AV
Rearing Stallion
Night Time
Vaspira searched the city’s streets, looking and searching for a reprieve. The young Kelvic’s mind was so full of hate, disgust, not at the city, but more directed at her. She missed her friend Miria back in Avanthal, she had yet to uncover the mystery of her father, and she was not bonded yet. What a miserable life to have to lead, but the Kelvic kept pushing on, pushing through the anger that is brought by depression. Struggling, always struggling to find that breath of air, always feeling as if she is suffocating, like a fish out of water. She needed some oxygen, needed to breathe again, and up above a business, her salivation did hang. A swaying red and white sign, with a rearing stallion on the front, and there that simple word laid, simple but speaking salvation to the woman, ‘Tavern’.
She entered the Rearing Stallion, where she would find her peace in a mug of Ale. The Rearing Stallion was a rowdy place this night. So many jeering, joking, yelling, thunder mouthed drunken fools. Sloshing that precious salvation upon the grimy floor, punching and slapping one another with their little jokes. Vaspira just rolled her eyes, How disgusting, happiness. The bitter Kelvic thought. Vaspira sat down at a table, a dim light making a romantic glow upon its surface. The Kelvic just scoffed at it, and ordered her gallon of Ale from the bar maid, and began to drunk the intoxicating liquid. She drank the whole gallon, not wasting a drop of the precious liquid. Her belly was full, sloshing around with the liquid. The light headed, out of this world, feeling overcame her. Finally she was free, free of the cruelness that she had developed inside herself. She had found her salvation in that mug, and she dared anyone to ruin that for her. She would sink her sharp teeth into their throats, and rip it out.
Rearing Stallion
Night Time
Vaspira searched the city’s streets, looking and searching for a reprieve. The young Kelvic’s mind was so full of hate, disgust, not at the city, but more directed at her. She missed her friend Miria back in Avanthal, she had yet to uncover the mystery of her father, and she was not bonded yet. What a miserable life to have to lead, but the Kelvic kept pushing on, pushing through the anger that is brought by depression. Struggling, always struggling to find that breath of air, always feeling as if she is suffocating, like a fish out of water. She needed some oxygen, needed to breathe again, and up above a business, her salivation did hang. A swaying red and white sign, with a rearing stallion on the front, and there that simple word laid, simple but speaking salvation to the woman, ‘Tavern’.
She entered the Rearing Stallion, where she would find her peace in a mug of Ale. The Rearing Stallion was a rowdy place this night. So many jeering, joking, yelling, thunder mouthed drunken fools. Sloshing that precious salvation upon the grimy floor, punching and slapping one another with their little jokes. Vaspira just rolled her eyes, How disgusting, happiness. The bitter Kelvic thought. Vaspira sat down at a table, a dim light making a romantic glow upon its surface. The Kelvic just scoffed at it, and ordered her gallon of Ale from the bar maid, and began to drunk the intoxicating liquid. She drank the whole gallon, not wasting a drop of the precious liquid. Her belly was full, sloshing around with the liquid. The light headed, out of this world, feeling overcame her. Finally she was free, free of the cruelness that she had developed inside herself. She had found her salvation in that mug, and she dared anyone to ruin that for her. She would sink her sharp teeth into their throats, and rip it out.