Closed To Jump or Not To Jump?

[Neyasi Tillandsia]

48 of the Day, Winter of 513 A.V.

What a wretched day.
The sky overhead had turned a bleak grey, and the cold wind whipped and lashed at the chill-bitten skin of the Symenestra's ashen face, snapping her heavy black fur cloak as it did so. She swore softly under her breath, tightening her black-clawed hold on the front, considerably annoyed with the amount of chill creeping in under her protective layers.

If there was one thing Neyasi despised, it was the cold. Her frail body quivered, and she gave her head a shake. She stood on the north side of the Bluevein Falls, about to cross the bridge over to the south side, on her way to the market to pick up supplies for tonight's dinner. It was her turn to fetch the food for cooking, though thankfully she hadn't needed to volunteer for the actual preparation. She hadn't the slightest notion of cooking, and it was doubtful that any of the ladies at Nia's wanted to try Symenestra delicacies.

She had stopped momentarily, captivated by the sight of the falls roaring over the edge into the Plunge Pool Bay. But now, as the cold wind threatened to blow her away, she snapped out of her reverie, focusing instead on the bridge barely more than a hundred feet away. With a fleeting glimpse of the strong determination (also referred to as stubbornness) of her childhood, Neyasi set her mouth into a tight line, wrapping the cloak edges around her right hand's fingers, and started once more towards the bridge.

[Kahn Jakuta]

Riverfall, in all its splendor and entire architecture was still just as cold, at times like this Kahn wished that he was in Eyktol, or at least in a desert, the unbearable heat there was still better than this weather. 'Still better than being stuck in some cave up north, probably freezing to death with Milo' the locked warrior thought albeit darkly as he motioned himself through the geography of Riverfall, his mind tried its best to recollect when he may have been here with Druillet. He remembered, though cloudy, his memories of being in Riverfall was when he was still quite young, it was merely a few seasons after he'd began his 'adventures' with the unorthodox mercenary. They were once both here to get a job done something of a little payment before they could even begin with their final and true purpose, which merely ended up as more work, more jobs, more cities and caves to 'visit'. A warm lithe sigh escaped the confines of his lips as one of his loose strands fell over to the side of his smooth face, the brown pools of his eyes almost genteel beneath the eased gaze he unwillingly gave off. Indeed, being with Druillet has been a journey and even with their opposing views of life, he still cared for the man. Druillet took him from a life of slavery and gave him a far greater freedom than any single man could strut around and proudly say they have, Milo was more of a father than a mentor to Kahn and like any father, after he'd taught his 'son' all forms and manners of life, he left. Kahn contemplated on whether Milo was still alive or not, he probably in some cave, in the coldest parts of the world and still somehow breathing. It was laughable to some degree but it was true, his mentor was a man who seemed to have practiced his job so repeatedly, so rehearsed that he'd walk into a mountain with nothing but a stick and walk out looking like a king. A sigh left his lips as he uttered something beneath his breath, his attention had been so drawn towards his mentor and father-figure that he didn't even realise where he was, and when he'd even gotten there. He inclined his head to the side and his pools captured to the scene it seemed to dance endlessly within the very confine of the ebony, his memories soon flooded as his mind returned back his childhood, it seemed to speed by his mind, quickly and than he came to the conclusion. His footsteps towards the bridge were eased, almost lazy as his hands rose to the back of his head, he felt the tips of his fingers touch the thin frame of his cloak's hood, it a eased yet swift nudge it seemed that his world was embraced in darkness...