78th of Fall, 514
She had lost it.
How could she have lost it?
There was no way she could have lost it. She couldn't have. It wasn't impossible, it just... Couldn't happen. Aislyn never lost things. Especially not these things. This thing.
Aislyn had lost her locket.
She had put it down for just a tick. A tiny, minuscule moment that now, she regretted more than anything. The only reason the necklace had come off was because one of the azure beads had gotten caught in the clasp, preventing it from closing properly. Thus, the necklace had fallen off, and Aislyn was left to untangle the bead. A simple problem that could have been solved with a simple solution.
Except that hadn't been what Aislyn had done. Oh, no, the woman just had to put it down. Leave it on a table of the bizarre. Take her eyes off of it for a second, then poof! It was gone. She’d really, truthfully lost it.
It definitely wouldn't be easy to find, either. Even with the shiny azure beads surrounding it, the piece of jewelry was not exactly eye-catching, and was a small piece, as well. If someone had taken it, it would be easily concealed by a backpack, or a deep pocket.
And it seemed like the people of Alvadas always had deep pockets, with extra room to spare. If anyone had found it, it was long gone by now.
A sense of emptiness filled Aislyn with this realization. The necklace wasn't even worth much, yet she still felt so horrid for losing it. It wasn’t exactly the shiniest or prettiest thing, but it meant quite a bit to her. A sturdy string to hold the pieces, a handful of azure beads, and then the locket itself, which contained a picture of Aislyn's mother, a picture of a young Aislyn, and then a blank space where one would presumably put a portrait of the father. The space had never been filled, nor did Aislyn ever plan to fill it.
But that wasn't what Aislyn was worried about. She'd misplaced the locket before. The real problem was where she'd misplaced it. The bizarre was not a good place to lose things, and, even worse, Aislyn didn't have much time to find it. Though that problem was rooted more in how she looked.
Sometimes, the woman swore, Ionu was just laughing at her, creating problems for the illusionist at every turn.
Today's problem being that Aislyn, quite frankly, looked like a man.
She'd been experimenting in the mirror that morning- seeing to what extent she could manipulate her appearance using her gnosis. A darker hair colour. A wider jaw. Lighter eyes. Darker skin. The only thing that was missing from the disguise was her hair. Even at it’s length, she hadn’t dare change it. Last time she had tried manipulating the appearance of something so it seemed not to be there, she had gotten herself found out as an illusionist. No more risks, she had told herself.
That was actually the whole reason the woman had been in the bizarre with such a peculiar disguise- she'd been looking for a hat. The only reason she’d kept the illusion on was for sake of experimentation, and the obvious fact of trying out the headware to make sure it actually masked her long hair.
Unfortunately, due to the little distraction known as losing her necklace, Aislyn had never bought said hat. For now, her long hair was merely pulled back in a tail. It was the best she could do with what she had. Nonetheless, she had checked before stepping outside- Her hair didn’t exactly make a huge difference on her appearance. Her voice, if anything, would give her away, though the woman knew that the mind could sometimes sway what it heard to match what it saw. No one would notice. Hopefully.
It wasn’t as if Aislyn planned to have any particularly lengthy conversations. She’d just planned to come out to the set of shops, buy a petching hat, and be done with it. Even with the addition of a nice scavenger hunt for her necklace, she shouldn’t have been speaking to too many people. She might ask someone for assistance in her looking, but that couldn’t require too many words, could it?
Continuing her search, Aislyn spotted something off in a corner of the street. A glimmer of light in the side of her vision. Light was bouncing off of something in the alley. Something shiny. Her necklace?
Approaching it, Lyn soon found her hopes dashed. The object was far too disproportional to be her necklace, even if it was particularly shiny. It was too small to be a bead, too large to be the locket itself. Still, the woman pursued the find. When she finally picked up whatever it was, the woman found disappointment being the main emotion she felt. It was definitely not her necklace. Not even a piece of jewelry. The shiny object that had attracted her attention was a miza. A petching copper miza.
Aislyn was half tempted to throw the tiny coin against a wall. She’d gotten her hopes up for something so insignificant. A miza. And not even a gold one at that. She was such a fool.
The woman shoved the coin into her pocket with a sigh, dragging herself out of the alley, her eyes scanning the ground.
Unfortunately, this point of view led to a minor misstep- The woman crashed head-on right into another figure, knocking both of them back. A breathy apology (and silent string of curses) managed to escape the woman’s lips.
”Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Petch. ”Excuse me! I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
She had lost it.
How could she have lost it?
There was no way she could have lost it. She couldn't have. It wasn't impossible, it just... Couldn't happen. Aislyn never lost things. Especially not these things. This thing.
Aislyn had lost her locket.
She had put it down for just a tick. A tiny, minuscule moment that now, she regretted more than anything. The only reason the necklace had come off was because one of the azure beads had gotten caught in the clasp, preventing it from closing properly. Thus, the necklace had fallen off, and Aislyn was left to untangle the bead. A simple problem that could have been solved with a simple solution.
Except that hadn't been what Aislyn had done. Oh, no, the woman just had to put it down. Leave it on a table of the bizarre. Take her eyes off of it for a second, then poof! It was gone. She’d really, truthfully lost it.
It definitely wouldn't be easy to find, either. Even with the shiny azure beads surrounding it, the piece of jewelry was not exactly eye-catching, and was a small piece, as well. If someone had taken it, it would be easily concealed by a backpack, or a deep pocket.
And it seemed like the people of Alvadas always had deep pockets, with extra room to spare. If anyone had found it, it was long gone by now.
A sense of emptiness filled Aislyn with this realization. The necklace wasn't even worth much, yet she still felt so horrid for losing it. It wasn’t exactly the shiniest or prettiest thing, but it meant quite a bit to her. A sturdy string to hold the pieces, a handful of azure beads, and then the locket itself, which contained a picture of Aislyn's mother, a picture of a young Aislyn, and then a blank space where one would presumably put a portrait of the father. The space had never been filled, nor did Aislyn ever plan to fill it.
But that wasn't what Aislyn was worried about. She'd misplaced the locket before. The real problem was where she'd misplaced it. The bizarre was not a good place to lose things, and, even worse, Aislyn didn't have much time to find it. Though that problem was rooted more in how she looked.
Sometimes, the woman swore, Ionu was just laughing at her, creating problems for the illusionist at every turn.
Today's problem being that Aislyn, quite frankly, looked like a man.
She'd been experimenting in the mirror that morning- seeing to what extent she could manipulate her appearance using her gnosis. A darker hair colour. A wider jaw. Lighter eyes. Darker skin. The only thing that was missing from the disguise was her hair. Even at it’s length, she hadn’t dare change it. Last time she had tried manipulating the appearance of something so it seemed not to be there, she had gotten herself found out as an illusionist. No more risks, she had told herself.
That was actually the whole reason the woman had been in the bizarre with such a peculiar disguise- she'd been looking for a hat. The only reason she’d kept the illusion on was for sake of experimentation, and the obvious fact of trying out the headware to make sure it actually masked her long hair.
Unfortunately, due to the little distraction known as losing her necklace, Aislyn had never bought said hat. For now, her long hair was merely pulled back in a tail. It was the best she could do with what she had. Nonetheless, she had checked before stepping outside- Her hair didn’t exactly make a huge difference on her appearance. Her voice, if anything, would give her away, though the woman knew that the mind could sometimes sway what it heard to match what it saw. No one would notice. Hopefully.
It wasn’t as if Aislyn planned to have any particularly lengthy conversations. She’d just planned to come out to the set of shops, buy a petching hat, and be done with it. Even with the addition of a nice scavenger hunt for her necklace, she shouldn’t have been speaking to too many people. She might ask someone for assistance in her looking, but that couldn’t require too many words, could it?
Continuing her search, Aislyn spotted something off in a corner of the street. A glimmer of light in the side of her vision. Light was bouncing off of something in the alley. Something shiny. Her necklace?
Approaching it, Lyn soon found her hopes dashed. The object was far too disproportional to be her necklace, even if it was particularly shiny. It was too small to be a bead, too large to be the locket itself. Still, the woman pursued the find. When she finally picked up whatever it was, the woman found disappointment being the main emotion she felt. It was definitely not her necklace. Not even a piece of jewelry. The shiny object that had attracted her attention was a miza. A petching copper miza.
Aislyn was half tempted to throw the tiny coin against a wall. She’d gotten her hopes up for something so insignificant. A miza. And not even a gold one at that. She was such a fool.
The woman shoved the coin into her pocket with a sigh, dragging herself out of the alley, her eyes scanning the ground.
Unfortunately, this point of view led to a minor misstep- The woman crashed head-on right into another figure, knocking both of them back. A breathy apology (and silent string of curses) managed to escape the woman’s lips.
”Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Petch. ”Excuse me! I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
