Fall 30th, 514
Early morning birds sang their songs, as the chill fall night was brushed with Syna’s glow. The deep rich blue was washed with pale blues, and oranges far in the west. Soft, pink clouds striped the sky over the Suvan sea, softening the morning light. Kenash was just waking, the slaves, freeborn, and even a few Dynasts were starting to wake. The sounds of their morning rituals added to the song that was the swamp. It was a song alex had grown tired of. He laid in bed, listening to the mercenaries nursing their hangovers, and battling their withdrawals, and habitually conducted their fraudulent detox rites. The slaves were busy preparing the meals, and wash basins all across Bloodflower. Some had already gathered into work groups, headed by vicious overseers, to toil across the plantation’s fields and pastures.
The slaves had been quiet since the lynching of the runaway. Some mercenaries postulated that they were planning something, though others argued that they were always up to something. Alex couldn’t say one way or the other, he had no real experience with slaves, other than the two he had slain. Something that still plagued his mind. He left the plantation, towards Kenash proper. At least the rituals there were different. Alex checked the boards for work, nothing appealing to him, he headed to town. During the three bell walk, the sun had banished the chill night. Alex was passed by other carriges, and carts passing to and from the city.
The streets were bustling, with well dressed Dynasts and freeborn, moving to and fro as fast as they could, leading their busy lives in the city. Alex watched like he was at a zoo, bothing admiring, and poking fun at the ridiculous outfits. It cheered him up, if only a little. He wandered, moving as effortlessly through the crowds as he moved through dense undergrowth. He didn’t have a destination in mind, but he didn’t want to spend the whole day navigating the crowds. Kenash had several beautiful, and secluded parks for the privileged, and not so privileged to visit to gawk and delight in the trends that would be set in the fall washed park.
Alex came here to enjoy the feigned innocence of Kenash. A façade built on the backs of slaves, propped up by the bloody mercenaries lurking just in the shadows. It was still refreshing to see young and old come here to forget about all the troubles in the swamp. He didn’t mind sitting alone on a bench under a fruit tree that Alex couldn’t recognize. The turning leaves shaded the well crafted bench from the strengthening morning sun.