50th of Winter 514AV
"You're back." Sezkero made no attempt to hide the scowl in her voice or on her face when she heard the door open. Only one person, over the span of two seasons so far, ever walked into the Temple with such an air of excitement. For Sezkero, who was trying to nap on the cushioned flat of ground near the unlit fireplace, was repulsed by his excitement. She faintly remembered a short discussion about purchasing couches for the Tower when she first joined, but everyone has since lost interest.
"Kero, yes? I am Armath, I don't believe we exchanged names last time, but I learned yours from Kal." He completely ignored her obvious dislike for him, and she could hear the Akalak walking towards her, but she did not turn to greet the man. She could hear him lower himself to sit beside her on the small lounge. It was meant to be a comfortable, out-of-the-way area where people may observe the dances. But, as there were no dances going at the moment, Sezkero snuggled into the pillows and sought a nice long nap to spend her time at work. She hadn't even bothered to light the fire, so she was wrapped up in her cloak, scarf and mittens and had no qualms about her wet boots that rested on the pillows.
"No, we didn't." She confirmed, a shiver taking over her body for a second as the chill of the winter-ey room set in.
"Are you cold? Should we set the fire?" The Akalak seemed eager to help, to participate in the recluse and frigid temple. Usually, Sezkero would have been ecstatic about this observation, but now she just wanted him to go away. Funny how easily she settled into this new personality.
"We don't have any wood. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to wake ssssomeone if they are sssssleeping?" She snapped at the man, closing her eyes once more to try and return to her light slumber. Frankly she was entirely too cold, and simply didn't have the energy to build a fire. Getting to the temple itself in order to get paid was hard enough. She had hibernated, as a snake, for a few winters when she was younger, and with this Riverfall weather, she was seriously considering going out into the wilderness to see if there was a late den she might secure for a long rest.
Even if she was not herself this season, she knew that would be a fatal choice. She had missed the mark in Autumn when she could have made that decision, it would only be a slow and painful suicide now. Of the few benefits of the plague, Sezkero had become more self-aware, which made her realize just how strong her self-preservation was turning out to be. She usually never paid attention to herself, which made her wonder if she had the same conviction to live in seasons prior.
She felt the Akalak stand up from his perch on the edge of her mass of pillows, and a flood of relief replaced the agitation of his presence. She was too tired to listen in search of what he was doing as she walked through the main floor of the Tower without a word. It was not long before the small Iyvess found herself drifting off, comforted by a faint crackling noise not to far from her resting area.
Common | Snake-Tongue | Tukant | Thoughts | PC/NPC Talking
