by Ireth Telemnar on June 14th, 2013, 9:49 pm
Ireth hadn't been hurt, though she hoped Tallis was alright. She felt like she'd squished him. Standing up and brushing herself off, she followed Tallis's gaze. The man was a brute, but even so Ireth tried awfully hard not to engage in violence. Her forte was peace, her flute melodies were peaceful, her songs soothed. But then again, she was human...
"I'll run. But where do I run to?..."
Tallis was gone before he could answer, so Ireth took off. Dodging the people, steering clear of the places where her rush could dump her into the canals. Her pack slapped her back brutally, she had the silly picnic basket and her cloak clutched in her arms. It was a strange thing, to run. One doesn't often run in the Floating City. If not for the distractions and obstacles, she might have felt like she was flying.
Down the walks and over bridges, Ireth ran until her chest heaved and her legs were on fire. Looking around, she was somewhat shocked to discover that she had run all the way to the south docks! And there was the bakery, the one she'd come to all her life with her mother. She stumbled through the door and into the shop. Maeraya, the baker and friend of her mother's, let out a gasp when she saw Ireth's state. Fortunately, the only other person in the shop was Mawraya's young apprentice.