Timestamp: Night of the 86th Fall 514 AV
Syna’s ribbons spread across the sky, slowly dimming from gold into scarlet. Eselle’s bruises had faded from black into mottled green and yellow. Most of them were hidden beneath her clothing, except for the split skin on the side of her face and the bruise surrounding it, she looked little worse for the wear. The Konti when healed looked frail, and instead of making her look pathetic her bruising gave her character. At least, she tried to make herself believe it.
Eselle slipped into Alements. She enjoyed tea here and tonight that was her intent. To find the peace she once cloaked herself in, the surety and serenity of a seer. It had been lost now, somewhere with the changing autumn colors. There was doubt and exhaustion, this was what it meant not accept signs as answers. Her fingers jerked at the buckle across her chest, releasing the sheathed bastard sword. Eselle settled it across a chair at the table she selected.
Meandering towards the bar, thoughts of tea were on the tip of her tongue before they stuck like sap. She heaved a sigh, tea just didn’t feel right. “Ale, please.” The Konti ordered and marched back towards her table. She would begin looking for right, whatever felt right tonight. The first place she would look would be in her mug. Settling the umber liquid on her table, she lowered herself into the cushy chair. The worst her bruises had been on her hips. They painted her white skin with a sickly opaque patterns, which Avalis be blessed, were hidden.
Curling her hands around the mug, she stared down into it. The first sip was followed by a grimace it felt like rolling a sticker seed around on her tongue and tasted yet again worse. Still she wouldn’t falter in her seeking so quickly, her next drink was a gulp. It somehow made the brew more palatable.
She pushed the ale back down to the table and looked up as if on a queue that no one else heard. Eselle surveyed the tavern lazily, someone else here, was looking for answers.
Syna’s ribbons spread across the sky, slowly dimming from gold into scarlet. Eselle’s bruises had faded from black into mottled green and yellow. Most of them were hidden beneath her clothing, except for the split skin on the side of her face and the bruise surrounding it, she looked little worse for the wear. The Konti when healed looked frail, and instead of making her look pathetic her bruising gave her character. At least, she tried to make herself believe it.
Eselle slipped into Alements. She enjoyed tea here and tonight that was her intent. To find the peace she once cloaked herself in, the surety and serenity of a seer. It had been lost now, somewhere with the changing autumn colors. There was doubt and exhaustion, this was what it meant not accept signs as answers. Her fingers jerked at the buckle across her chest, releasing the sheathed bastard sword. Eselle settled it across a chair at the table she selected.
Meandering towards the bar, thoughts of tea were on the tip of her tongue before they stuck like sap. She heaved a sigh, tea just didn’t feel right. “Ale, please.” The Konti ordered and marched back towards her table. She would begin looking for right, whatever felt right tonight. The first place she would look would be in her mug. Settling the umber liquid on her table, she lowered herself into the cushy chair. The worst her bruises had been on her hips. They painted her white skin with a sickly opaque patterns, which Avalis be blessed, were hidden.
Curling her hands around the mug, she stared down into it. The first sip was followed by a grimace it felt like rolling a sticker seed around on her tongue and tasted yet again worse. Still she wouldn’t falter in her seeking so quickly, her next drink was a gulp. It somehow made the brew more palatable.
She pushed the ale back down to the table and looked up as if on a queue that no one else heard. Eselle surveyed the tavern lazily, someone else here, was looking for answers.