Aren had put on a white, long sleeved shirt that was really in remarkable condition, likely because of how little he actually used it. His trousers found themselves similarly affected, as he walked down the long corridors of Syliras towards his intended destination.
It felt strange, to move in something other than his vest, but the Akalak figured it had seen enough punishment lately. Besides, he was going to a social gathering, not on a job; in his mind, if he had need of either his vest or his scythe, something had gone terribly wrong at Sayana's. Even so, he walked with a strange, almost intangible sense of vulnerability gnawing at him, and the blade at his waist certainly did nothing to reassure him; the Lakan wasn't the weapon he was practiced with, and in fact was really there more out of tradition than anything else.
Occasionally rubbing the still sore, somewhat creaky muscles on one side of his body, Aren steadily made progress towards Sayana's place, until he had finally arrived. Even from a distance, the chattering and carousing that emanated from within was obvious. Smiling, he continued on, reaching the open threshold after several long steps; there he stood for a moment, taking in the sight of the Eypharian expertly bobbing and weaving between her guests so that none felt unwelcome. She looked totally in her element here, so unlike that vulnerable woman who had cried on his shoulders what seemed like a lifetime ago.
The Akalak's gaze was focused on Sayana for a good while, but his eyes eventually hovered over to scrutinize her guests. A pair of dour looking fellahs, a couple, a pretty girl... did she know all these people? It didn't surprise him, but some of them looked like they were more at home reading a book by candlelight than at an actual social gathering.
"Wait, who is it that I spot off in the corner? No... it can't be." Seros' could barely believe his own eyes. It was that little snot that had nearly gotten them killed, and the urge to throttle the damn cook had still not run its course through the darker Other's system.
"Relax. He's probably helping with the party, and you will not cause a scene here." Aren warned, basically telling his brother to get over his own damn feelings. That was part of being out in the world, too, after all. Sometimes shit happened, and there was no point in holding a grudge over it especially when it hadn't really been anyone's fault. Orin was young and inexperienced, and his own fear had gotten the better of him; despite that he had held his own, and they had all lived through the ordeal, so what more could you ask?
Seros nodded his assent with an almost imperceptible grunt. He didn't like it, but he'd go along with it, if for no other reason than where they found themselves. Sayana had saved both their lives, and whilst gratitude was not a feeling he often encountered, he found he couldn't divorce himself from the emotion.
Aren entered the residence as quietly as he could, hoping his presence wouldn't disturb the Eypharian's schmoozing. He liked seeing her like this, alive and vibrant, and enjoying the mood she had created for herself and her guests. Stepping off to a corner, the Akalak further inspected them, wondering how these people had come to be here and what they meant to their host. There was an atmosphere of merrymaking and the scent of alcohol and good food filled the air, however, which soon prompted the weary warrior to close his eyes for a second and merely bask in it, as it were.
"Don't you want to go talk to her?" Seros asked, already knowing the answer. Of course he did, but now was not the time for her and him. She was hosting a party, and it was her responsibility to be the center of it, just as it was his to have a good time at it.
Aren's eyes suddenly opened as he grinned, his nose telling him which direction the ale was in. |
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