Timestamp :: 20th of Spring of the year 513, AV
Location :: Windward Boardwalk
The bell of the day is placed in the earlier morning. Lorelle Snowsong has only been up a bell or so, but it feels to her as though she has been up for bells upon bells. Her reason for this is unknown to anyone to anyone but Elle. Eva, her spunky red growing puppy, is in a frenzy. She doesn't understand why the home she shares with Lorelle has been torn apart with all their belongings strewn about. Lorelle has completely ignored her yips and whines. She is to caught up in her own thoughts and worries. Her eyes keep changing from sea green to dark blue and then back again. She won't settle on a feeling as she is in a complete frenzy of worry and fear.
What is the reason for all this chaos? Lorelle has lost one of her most prized possessions. Along with Eva and her flute, this possession is the closest thing to her heart. Not to mention that her father would throw a complete fit if he knew that she could not find this item. What is this item? It is her Talon Sword. An object extremely rare in Avanthal. The only reason she has it is because her Father got it from Wind Reach when they went there many years ago. He then gave it to Elle for her seventeenth birthday. Lorelle has kept it either with her or hidden everyday since then. It is a prized possession. One she hopes to have use for someday. Only there is one little problem with that hope. It is absolutely no where to be seen!
Lorelle finishes off tossing all of her belongings out of their places in her room before giving up and flopping onto her bed. Her eyes have no need to change for the look on her face says it all. She is angry at herself and is ready to take out that anger on the very next person she sees. No matter who that person is or how likely it would be for them to have something to do with the absence of the sword. She stays here like this on her bed for a full ten chimes before she realizes how it does absolutely nothing to help find her sword. Using an old trick her mother taught her, Elle takes a couple deep breathes and tries to calm herself down. Her eyes turn from a bright vengeful red to a dark muddy green color, showing that she is calmer but still angry.
Sitting up, Lorelle decides it may be best to retrace her steps. She thinks back to the previous day when she is sure she had her sword. She remembers training with it in the park. The park had been pretty much empty and she didn't really see why she couldn't. It isn't like she could have done any real harm with it anyway. She is really rather a novice when it comes to using the thing. Okay maybe it was not her smartest idea using the thing where anyone could just walk to close and become victim of her ignorance, but she got lucky and nothing happened. Plus it is in the past now so she refuses to beat herself up about it. Well not entirely true, she is beating herself up about it in the way that she now has no idea where the sword is and has a very bad feeling about it.
Standing up, Elle finds her clothes in her mess of stuff and quickly slides them on. She puts her gloves, scarf and coat on along with everything else and then she leaves her home. Once she is out of the snowsong hold, she starts heading towards the Windward Boardwalk. Her pace is fast, more of a jog than anything. As she gets closer, she breaks into a fast run. Her fears are quickly advancing upon her. She tries to keep herself calm enough to watch where she is going. Her efforts are not very strong as she nearly runs into quite a few people. Luckily they are smart enough to see her coming and move out of the way just in the niche of time.
Lorelle moves through the park with little trouble. She has to slow herself down to a fast paced walk though, for she is quick to become hard of breath. The running only lasted as long as her adrenaline. She now walks with a heaving chest as her eyes dart around the park for any sign of her beloved sword. She makes it to the place she was practicing and frantically looks all around the area. She even tries digging a little in the snow to see if it got buried somehow. She has no luck. It looks as though the sword is truly gone.
Beside herself, Lorelle gets up and kicks a nearby bench in her frustration. She feels like throwing a temper tantrum, as though she is a child once again. She is able to keep herself from giving off to much of one, but her eyes do change colors between red and blue and a mix of the two which creates a scary looking dark purple color. That feeling of wanting to bring harm to the next person who walks close enough to her is back and this time she does not have any interest in making it go away. Feeling hopeless, she slumps down onto the bench she kicked earlier. She glares down at the ground, as if she is willing it to bring her sword back to her or even a person to place blame on. Even though she knows very well that the only one to blame for this is herself.
