Common | Vani | Others | 33 Spring 515AV | oocThis will be the thread wherein Yvette's and the Tailor's havoc is viewed- although it will be 'PM to Join' for a couple of posts- I'll open it up when the thread is on track and all you lovely PCs are welcome to sticky beak! 
"Everlight, everlight, everlight."
Altaira let the word roll around in her tongue, Leth's light keeping the path before her clear as she kept her pace quick, her mind still consumed by work. "Jagged? Jagged or toothed?- Yes, jagged," the kelvic pressed her lips as her hand fell to her waist and the dagger sheathed by it, the early hour of the morning keeping her at least somewhat weary, even more so since it was not often that she walked with any reasonable sum of coin on her - the shift from the infirmary in which she'd just been let off one of the very few that let her off work in time enough to reach the stores of West Street before the morning rush, albeit it did mean that there would be a half bell that she would need to entertain herself within.
"The Mistress said it was a... small plant, it did not grow much," the kelvic's pace slowed as a frown formed on her features, and her mind fluttering back to a bell before- the old dusty tome and its catalog of plants and herbs and other remedies, lip bitten as she tried to envision the page that 'everlight' was inscribed upon.
Learning was no easy hurdle for a kelvic- much less on who was yet bonded, and a huff of irritation left her, before once more reminding herself of the herb's name and leaf pattern. She made no attempt to hide her envy of those who needed little more than several moments reading and play to recall a herb's name and nature, where time needed for her own kin to learn was near doubled. "Used for the eyes, no?" her own words rung hollow in her mind as a particular feeling washed over her. It was brief, so quick and fleeting that it had come and gone before Altaira had been able to get a good measure of it, and her entire form fell into a moment's stall as her attention was so suddenly consumed.
'Ghost?- Shiyami?' It was a hopeful thought, she knew, wishing once more that companionship was something that she boast to having often, before another, perhaps even more wishful, consideration settled in her skin. The Poltergeist.
It was then that her thoughts became singular and her hands fell and became fists, the kelvic's gaze narrowing as it darted all about her, before a direction further into West Street was decided upon.
Altaira let the word roll around in her tongue, Leth's light keeping the path before her clear as she kept her pace quick, her mind still consumed by work. "Jagged? Jagged or toothed?- Yes, jagged," the kelvic pressed her lips as her hand fell to her waist and the dagger sheathed by it, the early hour of the morning keeping her at least somewhat weary, even more so since it was not often that she walked with any reasonable sum of coin on her - the shift from the infirmary in which she'd just been let off one of the very few that let her off work in time enough to reach the stores of West Street before the morning rush, albeit it did mean that there would be a half bell that she would need to entertain herself within.
"The Mistress said it was a... small plant, it did not grow much," the kelvic's pace slowed as a frown formed on her features, and her mind fluttering back to a bell before- the old dusty tome and its catalog of plants and herbs and other remedies, lip bitten as she tried to envision the page that 'everlight' was inscribed upon.
Learning was no easy hurdle for a kelvic- much less on who was yet bonded, and a huff of irritation left her, before once more reminding herself of the herb's name and leaf pattern. She made no attempt to hide her envy of those who needed little more than several moments reading and play to recall a herb's name and nature, where time needed for her own kin to learn was near doubled. "Used for the eyes, no?" her own words rung hollow in her mind as a particular feeling washed over her. It was brief, so quick and fleeting that it had come and gone before Altaira had been able to get a good measure of it, and her entire form fell into a moment's stall as her attention was so suddenly consumed.
'Ghost?- Shiyami?' It was a hopeful thought, she knew, wishing once more that companionship was something that she boast to having often, before another, perhaps even more wishful, consideration settled in her skin. The Poltergeist.
It was then that her thoughts became singular and her hands fell and became fists, the kelvic's gaze narrowing as it darted all about her, before a direction further into West Street was decided upon.
