Timestamp: 17th of Summer 513AV
Breathing deep the summer air, Rosela meandered along the streets of Riverfall. The summer air was nothing compared to the heat of Ahnatep, but it was close enough for her comfort. At the end of the season, it’d be a full year since she’d come to the city. The realization came to her on occasion, always with a small thump in the back of her throat when she thought about what she left behind. It was long gone, however, and if her parents or anyone else from her past life had not contacted her by now, it was safe to assume they weren’t going to.
There was no one else on the streets around her, and the primary sound in the air was the rhythmic sound of her sandals clapping on the cobblestones. Leth was high in the sky, not quite full, but keeping the city in a fair amount of light as Syna disappeared below the horizon. Rosela paused in the middle of the Christina’s Remorse bridge and looked out at the darkening skyline, a scattering of crimson clouds indicating where the sun had fallen.
It really was…a beautiful night.
It calmed her soul and kept the dark thoughts at bay, for the moment. Being alone on the street likely contributed, with no man-cakes to oogle and no women to mentally compete with, she was free to let her mind float. Even the shadows seemed to be sleeping, though she wondered if they actually slept. Since her marking, the night felt far more comfortable, with the shadows of the city unable to hide much from her. She’d offered a few greetings after having left the shop, but for the most part she left the shadows alone, and they offered her the same courtesy.
She kept walking and passed over the bridge, moving closer to the edge of the city, near the city walls. The thought of going outside the city passed through her mind, but was quickly dismissed. The grass was beautiful in the moonlight, the one time she had seen it, but it hid dangerous things.
A shadow moved in her peripheral, and Rosela paused, wondering who else was out. Moving on her toes to muffle the sound of her sandals, she crept to the side of a building and hid in the deep shadow of the overhang. Holding her hair back with a pair of hands, the other four pressed to the cool brick of the building as she peered around the corner. The shadow, aware of her standing in its darkness, whispered in her ear.
”Look…”
Breathing deep the summer air, Rosela meandered along the streets of Riverfall. The summer air was nothing compared to the heat of Ahnatep, but it was close enough for her comfort. At the end of the season, it’d be a full year since she’d come to the city. The realization came to her on occasion, always with a small thump in the back of her throat when she thought about what she left behind. It was long gone, however, and if her parents or anyone else from her past life had not contacted her by now, it was safe to assume they weren’t going to.
There was no one else on the streets around her, and the primary sound in the air was the rhythmic sound of her sandals clapping on the cobblestones. Leth was high in the sky, not quite full, but keeping the city in a fair amount of light as Syna disappeared below the horizon. Rosela paused in the middle of the Christina’s Remorse bridge and looked out at the darkening skyline, a scattering of crimson clouds indicating where the sun had fallen.
It really was…a beautiful night.
It calmed her soul and kept the dark thoughts at bay, for the moment. Being alone on the street likely contributed, with no man-cakes to oogle and no women to mentally compete with, she was free to let her mind float. Even the shadows seemed to be sleeping, though she wondered if they actually slept. Since her marking, the night felt far more comfortable, with the shadows of the city unable to hide much from her. She’d offered a few greetings after having left the shop, but for the most part she left the shadows alone, and they offered her the same courtesy.
She kept walking and passed over the bridge, moving closer to the edge of the city, near the city walls. The thought of going outside the city passed through her mind, but was quickly dismissed. The grass was beautiful in the moonlight, the one time she had seen it, but it hid dangerous things.
A shadow moved in her peripheral, and Rosela paused, wondering who else was out. Moving on her toes to muffle the sound of her sandals, she crept to the side of a building and hid in the deep shadow of the overhang. Holding her hair back with a pair of hands, the other four pressed to the cool brick of the building as she peered around the corner. The shadow, aware of her standing in its darkness, whispered in her ear.
”Look…”