28th of Summer, 513 AV
17th Bell
17th Bell
Lyrri was spending far too much time at the Herald.
The warm afternoon was now descending into evening, and the Vantha girl sat at the bar once again, mug in hand and bright yellow eyes assuming their all-too-common faraway stare. Still jobless for the time being, Lyrri was only here to enjoy the atmosphere and try to relax.
She really needed a new hobby.
With another sip of lukewarm ale, she peered down. Her well-loved wooden flute was tucked carefully into one of her boots; she sighed at the heirloom, a dismissive, yet somehow apologetic sigh. What do you want me to do? I've been playing every day for a month!
She supposed she was being a bit childish, though. The flute deserved to be played every day, and managed well; maybe even taken in to Wildwood Music for a check-up. She really did love the thing, and she had mistreated it so... A dull blue flicker of guilt flashed through her changing eyes. "Sorry, my friend..."
And, naturally, she was speaking Vani to a wooden flute. "Hmm, new hobby, new hobby..."
The crowd carried on their merry way, the usual supply of drunks being chatted up by clever young ladies of questionable virtue. None seemed to take notice of the odd girl mumbling to her feet.
Well, she shrugged with a large gulp, I wonder what today's entertainment will be?
The warm afternoon was now descending into evening, and the Vantha girl sat at the bar once again, mug in hand and bright yellow eyes assuming their all-too-common faraway stare. Still jobless for the time being, Lyrri was only here to enjoy the atmosphere and try to relax.
She really needed a new hobby.
With another sip of lukewarm ale, she peered down. Her well-loved wooden flute was tucked carefully into one of her boots; she sighed at the heirloom, a dismissive, yet somehow apologetic sigh. What do you want me to do? I've been playing every day for a month!
She supposed she was being a bit childish, though. The flute deserved to be played every day, and managed well; maybe even taken in to Wildwood Music for a check-up. She really did love the thing, and she had mistreated it so... A dull blue flicker of guilt flashed through her changing eyes. "Sorry, my friend..."
And, naturally, she was speaking Vani to a wooden flute. "Hmm, new hobby, new hobby..."
The crowd carried on their merry way, the usual supply of drunks being chatted up by clever young ladies of questionable virtue. None seemed to take notice of the odd girl mumbling to her feet.
Well, she shrugged with a large gulp, I wonder what today's entertainment will be?