Timestamp: Fall 38th, 514 AV
Location: Sunset Quarter
Time of Day: 14th Bell, Midday
Sitting on a pile of rubble in southern Sunset Quarters under a high and bright Syna was the short, black eyed doctor. It was a warmer day, and as such Kechaiya had set her cloak on the rubble for a semblance of comfort. Her pack was beneath her dangling feet, her thighs clinging to the paper cone filled with fried potatoes and breaded fish, covered in an unknown, but very spicy sauce, yet untouched. Dark hands rubbing equally dark forearms, she was resting after an already incredibly busy day. This violence that had broken out between every minor gang with spiffy name and a few disgruntled members were out for blood. It had been quite good for her business, filling her collection of Mizas at home rapidly. But it was a two-edge sword, because the sun up to sun down work hours were driving her to exhaustion. She had to force herself to stop for a little bit of time to eat, having stopped for long enough to notice that she hadn't eaten since this time the previous day.
Most of the people in Sunberth were struggling to find food these days, ever since the Castle Commons shut down out of fear, followed by bandits seizing the farms outside of the city. But Kechaiya had put in the effort to ensure that she remained fed, not just to stay alive, but so she could keep the energy to keep working. A bit of luck, negotiation, and a lot of hard work had found her a neighbor that fished for a living. They had come to an agreement that allowed Kechaiya to have a steady supply of fish every three days. Now, Kech was smart enough to know that whenever she cooked anything it more often than not either stayed raw or turned pitch black. As such, she took a potato and a fish to Noven at the orphanage, and being the resident cook, and a very, very good friend of hers, cooked it for her. He had to run, so she left as well and found herself here.
Her sore arms now feeling better after having given out too many stitches in recent time, she grabbed the fish and bit into it. It was crispy and fluffy, and not a bone in sight because Nellie, the fisherwoman neighbor of hers, cleaned them. Plucking a few spuds out, she dipped them in some of the hot sauce before tossing them in her mouth. Dark eyes glancing about, it seemed the violence hadn't found it's way here today. There were a few people milling about, people going to and from home, or to work, or the standard passerby. Perhaps it would be a nice day today, not nerve racking, and perhaps she could get home and rest at a decent hour. Or, in a perfect world, stop by the Pig's Foot, get a drink, say hello to Caela if she was working.
A swig of wine to quench the spice, she took another bite out of fish, crunching loudly. Then rumbling. Then crashing. For the briefest of moments, her seat shook, and the rest of her meal crashed into the dirt, eliciting a very annoyed Tawna curse from the woman, something akin to exclaiming that the gods were personally picking on her. Then the dust came, ruining the last bit of her food in hand. She threw the dusty fish in the dirt when her eyes realized what had caused this interruption of her meal.
One of the older stone buildings that was across the way, it's front facing wall had shorn of the rest of the building. Building collapses weren't unheard of in Sunberth, just few and far between. Her ears perked up as she now heard the screams of pain. Looked like lunch was over either way. Kechaiya hopped off her perch, put on her cloak, and grabbed her pack. She moved steadily, trying to see through the dust, using her cloak to mask her nose and mouth. Staying on the fringe of the dust, she was waiting for the wind to whip it out or for it to settle so she could see that it was safe for her to approach. Tired, hungry, and cranky, she was in no mood to be crushed by falling debris.
Location: Sunset Quarter
Time of Day: 14th Bell, Midday
Sitting on a pile of rubble in southern Sunset Quarters under a high and bright Syna was the short, black eyed doctor. It was a warmer day, and as such Kechaiya had set her cloak on the rubble for a semblance of comfort. Her pack was beneath her dangling feet, her thighs clinging to the paper cone filled with fried potatoes and breaded fish, covered in an unknown, but very spicy sauce, yet untouched. Dark hands rubbing equally dark forearms, she was resting after an already incredibly busy day. This violence that had broken out between every minor gang with spiffy name and a few disgruntled members were out for blood. It had been quite good for her business, filling her collection of Mizas at home rapidly. But it was a two-edge sword, because the sun up to sun down work hours were driving her to exhaustion. She had to force herself to stop for a little bit of time to eat, having stopped for long enough to notice that she hadn't eaten since this time the previous day.
Most of the people in Sunberth were struggling to find food these days, ever since the Castle Commons shut down out of fear, followed by bandits seizing the farms outside of the city. But Kechaiya had put in the effort to ensure that she remained fed, not just to stay alive, but so she could keep the energy to keep working. A bit of luck, negotiation, and a lot of hard work had found her a neighbor that fished for a living. They had come to an agreement that allowed Kechaiya to have a steady supply of fish every three days. Now, Kech was smart enough to know that whenever she cooked anything it more often than not either stayed raw or turned pitch black. As such, she took a potato and a fish to Noven at the orphanage, and being the resident cook, and a very, very good friend of hers, cooked it for her. He had to run, so she left as well and found herself here.
Her sore arms now feeling better after having given out too many stitches in recent time, she grabbed the fish and bit into it. It was crispy and fluffy, and not a bone in sight because Nellie, the fisherwoman neighbor of hers, cleaned them. Plucking a few spuds out, she dipped them in some of the hot sauce before tossing them in her mouth. Dark eyes glancing about, it seemed the violence hadn't found it's way here today. There were a few people milling about, people going to and from home, or to work, or the standard passerby. Perhaps it would be a nice day today, not nerve racking, and perhaps she could get home and rest at a decent hour. Or, in a perfect world, stop by the Pig's Foot, get a drink, say hello to Caela if she was working.
A swig of wine to quench the spice, she took another bite out of fish, crunching loudly. Then rumbling. Then crashing. For the briefest of moments, her seat shook, and the rest of her meal crashed into the dirt, eliciting a very annoyed Tawna curse from the woman, something akin to exclaiming that the gods were personally picking on her. Then the dust came, ruining the last bit of her food in hand. She threw the dusty fish in the dirt when her eyes realized what had caused this interruption of her meal.
One of the older stone buildings that was across the way, it's front facing wall had shorn of the rest of the building. Building collapses weren't unheard of in Sunberth, just few and far between. Her ears perked up as she now heard the screams of pain. Looked like lunch was over either way. Kechaiya hopped off her perch, put on her cloak, and grabbed her pack. She moved steadily, trying to see through the dust, using her cloak to mask her nose and mouth. Staying on the fringe of the dust, she was waiting for the wind to whip it out or for it to settle so she could see that it was safe for her to approach. Tired, hungry, and cranky, she was in no mood to be crushed by falling debris.
