Fall 45, 513 AV
True to the season, rain was falling in Kenash and turning the city proper into another part of the swamp, indistinguishable from its wild surroundings if not for the buildings sitting in the mud. Estrellir lifted another boot from what had once been a path and gritted her teeth at the smacking sound. Taking a carriage had been her first bad idea that day, but apparently it shouldn't be her last.
Arms folded in front of her chest and hood up, she trudged along. In fact the coat didn't keep her dry, not in such weather, but at least the hood kept her vision free. The streets on the West Bank were deserted. Her sisters had tried to prevent her from working that morning, but she hadn't listened, stubborn as always. Who cared if she was eccentric!
After rounding a corner, she crossed the bridge to Blade Island. Another bridge led to Fire Island and the bureau, meaning a roof to seek shelter under, a fire to dry her clothes and coffee to warm her from the inside. Certainly Mell was heating water on the stove this instant, Estrellir thought, brushed a strand of damp hair out of her face... and halted. Furrowing her brow, she cast a glance around. A slave just disappeared behind the next corner, most likely running errands for a cruel master, but he hadn't caused that noise. It was too faint, in fact it had been less than that, a mere gut feeling that stopped her.
Turning around, she ducked under the bridge and discovered the only dry spot in the entire city. On a small hump formed by the earth a kitten cowered. Upon seeing her, it mewed. Estrellir leaned closer, fascinated by the tiny sharp teeth that had flashed for just a moment. As if on cue, it mewed again. Its fur was gray tiger stripes styled into dripping chaos.
Inching even closer, Estrellir noticed that the tiny body was shivering. With sudden determination, she shoved her gloves into her pockets and slowly reached out to the creature with webbed hands.
True to the season, rain was falling in Kenash and turning the city proper into another part of the swamp, indistinguishable from its wild surroundings if not for the buildings sitting in the mud. Estrellir lifted another boot from what had once been a path and gritted her teeth at the smacking sound. Taking a carriage had been her first bad idea that day, but apparently it shouldn't be her last.
Arms folded in front of her chest and hood up, she trudged along. In fact the coat didn't keep her dry, not in such weather, but at least the hood kept her vision free. The streets on the West Bank were deserted. Her sisters had tried to prevent her from working that morning, but she hadn't listened, stubborn as always. Who cared if she was eccentric!
After rounding a corner, she crossed the bridge to Blade Island. Another bridge led to Fire Island and the bureau, meaning a roof to seek shelter under, a fire to dry her clothes and coffee to warm her from the inside. Certainly Mell was heating water on the stove this instant, Estrellir thought, brushed a strand of damp hair out of her face... and halted. Furrowing her brow, she cast a glance around. A slave just disappeared behind the next corner, most likely running errands for a cruel master, but he hadn't caused that noise. It was too faint, in fact it had been less than that, a mere gut feeling that stopped her.
Turning around, she ducked under the bridge and discovered the only dry spot in the entire city. On a small hump formed by the earth a kitten cowered. Upon seeing her, it mewed. Estrellir leaned closer, fascinated by the tiny sharp teeth that had flashed for just a moment. As if on cue, it mewed again. Its fur was gray tiger stripes styled into dripping chaos.
Inching even closer, Estrellir noticed that the tiny body was shivering. With sudden determination, she shoved her gloves into her pockets and slowly reached out to the creature with webbed hands.