NPC|Symenos|Common|Thoughts|
Evening of the 4th of Fall, 5014
The slight protruding of her fangs so Cassidee’s growing hunger. Yet her mind played no heed to the growing demands for food. It was far too lost in thought to notice. Thoughts that fought against Cassidees very being and made her ask questions she had long avoided. Can I actually go through with this? The screams for mercy and death still echoed through her ears making her long for the shrieks that had plagued the city only a few days prior. Those inhuman cries where the only thing that she could imagine drowning out the cries.
The woman’s face and name already faded from her memory. Why can’t I remember. Not being able to recall it bothered almost as much as the screams. The face was a blur in her mind. It was a small detail overwhelmed by everything else. The rusty, salty smell still lingered inside of her nose. Worse still was the rancid smell of flesh turning to glop. That smell even overpowered the smell of blood. Compared to these things, a face contorted in anguish and covered in tears was a small detail indeed. Regardless, Cassidee felt she needed to know, was obligated to know.
The twightlight city twinkled with the faint glow of a thousand glomopals. To one who has spent the entirety of their life underground, this was as close to a night sky as she had ever down. Even in the dark, the city was not devoid of color. Silks the color of every flower dressed the city where ever it was allowed. All the stars in the sky could not compare to the Kalinor. Its pretty face only serves to hide its cruelty. The thought caused the bitter taste of bile to raise in mouth.
Effortlessly and thoughtlessly, her body carried her through the city and to where she subconsciously wanted to go. People climbed across the ropes around her but she barely noticed them. Their chatter faded like white noise in her ears, not worthy to even be processed right now. Having bumped into someone, she uttered an apology, knowing neither the words she said nor who they were too. The noise around her grew louder as walked, joining a crowd without realizing it.
Can I really go through with bearing my own child? She questioned herself, the serious look on her face distinguishing her from the crowd far more than even her height. Am I really obligated to? Fear of what she had just witness drove her to answer no, but the scene also worked against her. Everything that she had seen, she had done to her own mother. That guilt, that sense of responsibility drove the real answer. “I have no choice.”
“My Tavern offers plenty of choices Enda. “ The words struck Cassidee with enough force to jar her out of her stupor. Looking up she saw an old Symestran, who’s golden eyes twinkled with more life than her right now. Cassidee felt her mouth opening in confusion then snapping shut as the old man chuckled at her. Her eyes drifted from him to all the people eating around her. The smell of fresh food drew out her fangs a little longer. No longer able to ignore her stomach, Cassidee turned her attention back to the old man. “I will have something small and a glass of Schnapps“ Her voice wavered unsure of what she was doing here.
