26th of Summer 515AV
Elann had been drifting in and out, to and fro all day out and about on the town; finding and buying supplies to keep her weaving in business. Managing to find her way past drab building after drab building, she had appeared to find her neck of the woods. There were subtle differences she noticed in each of the districts and buildings that really helped her find her way. Perhaps it was years of wandering from dune to dune in the endless drift of sand that resided in Eyktol that prepared her, yet now she was here far from her homeland. Now she had come home after many hours of ushering through the crowds with basket in hand. Climbing stone steps up to her apartment was starting to drag on her, especially with the horrible smell that resided in the city; yet she was determined to make the best of her situation. Turning the key to her door, walking in and closing the door behind her, she leaned her back against the door. This had somewhat become a sanctuary for her these past few days. Though it was dark but for the light under the door coming through, she enjoyed the peace of it. She felt like she could hear Yahal here clearer, but really it was just the monotonous droning of the shuffling of feet was muffled here and it allowed her to really meditate on his character easier.
A rumble started in her stomach and rolled over to her side, screaming and saying that she should start dinner! Shushing her body she turned and locked the door behind her. The handle jiggled ever so slightly and really helped to make her feel as though the lock was actually doing something, or at least she was trying to fool herself into thinking such things. It seemed they didn't really care if she lived or died in this city. Sure there were exceptions. The welcome center, her Benshiran representative and some others even had helped her settle, but the city itself seemed harsh and cold. She had managed to pick up some potatoes and things for her meal tonight so she would not go hungry. She still had a bit of mizas left from her stash, but it was dwindling daily. She had to get working soon. Perhaps tonight she could muster a bit of energy and do some work of the personal nature.
Moving over to the hearth she immediately started it ablaze and began to boil some water for her food. She didn't have any spices or anything yet, and her quality of food was poor, but it would get her by the next few days and was not rotten. Once there was light in her abode she began cleaning the potatoes in a very small bit of water she had carried up in her basin from the well. She found that the plant she had bought earlier didn't mind so much to have dirty water from potatoes so she did not let it go to waste. Supper was only an hour away and would be much appreciated. A bit of time passed and her potatoes were nearly cooked so she started cooking her lamb on the open flame. She didn't have the option to cook it any other way except to use the large pot as a sort of holder for it. It would nearly seem comical to a professional chef, but Elann would not be stopped from having a well placed meal. Her poor arms could only carry so much a day and already she had to buy bowls, cups and many other things. When the lamb was done roasting she took it off and put it into her bowl. If only she had some spices, that would have been delightful. The pop and crackle of the fire inside the hearth began to dwindle and she knews that her potatoes were done, the pot however was very hot and she didn't have any spare cloths to take it off. Taking a corner of her tunic she awkwardly bent down to give enough slack and then pulled the pot off; using the fabric as a barrier from the heat.
"There", She said in her native tongue of Shiber. "See, I'm going to make it." Standing tall, she took in a deep breath and then calmly said, "One step at a time."
Elann had been drifting in and out, to and fro all day out and about on the town; finding and buying supplies to keep her weaving in business. Managing to find her way past drab building after drab building, she had appeared to find her neck of the woods. There were subtle differences she noticed in each of the districts and buildings that really helped her find her way. Perhaps it was years of wandering from dune to dune in the endless drift of sand that resided in Eyktol that prepared her, yet now she was here far from her homeland. Now she had come home after many hours of ushering through the crowds with basket in hand. Climbing stone steps up to her apartment was starting to drag on her, especially with the horrible smell that resided in the city; yet she was determined to make the best of her situation. Turning the key to her door, walking in and closing the door behind her, she leaned her back against the door. This had somewhat become a sanctuary for her these past few days. Though it was dark but for the light under the door coming through, she enjoyed the peace of it. She felt like she could hear Yahal here clearer, but really it was just the monotonous droning of the shuffling of feet was muffled here and it allowed her to really meditate on his character easier.
A rumble started in her stomach and rolled over to her side, screaming and saying that she should start dinner! Shushing her body she turned and locked the door behind her. The handle jiggled ever so slightly and really helped to make her feel as though the lock was actually doing something, or at least she was trying to fool herself into thinking such things. It seemed they didn't really care if she lived or died in this city. Sure there were exceptions. The welcome center, her Benshiran representative and some others even had helped her settle, but the city itself seemed harsh and cold. She had managed to pick up some potatoes and things for her meal tonight so she would not go hungry. She still had a bit of mizas left from her stash, but it was dwindling daily. She had to get working soon. Perhaps tonight she could muster a bit of energy and do some work of the personal nature.
Moving over to the hearth she immediately started it ablaze and began to boil some water for her food. She didn't have any spices or anything yet, and her quality of food was poor, but it would get her by the next few days and was not rotten. Once there was light in her abode she began cleaning the potatoes in a very small bit of water she had carried up in her basin from the well. She found that the plant she had bought earlier didn't mind so much to have dirty water from potatoes so she did not let it go to waste. Supper was only an hour away and would be much appreciated. A bit of time passed and her potatoes were nearly cooked so she started cooking her lamb on the open flame. She didn't have the option to cook it any other way except to use the large pot as a sort of holder for it. It would nearly seem comical to a professional chef, but Elann would not be stopped from having a well placed meal. Her poor arms could only carry so much a day and already she had to buy bowls, cups and many other things. When the lamb was done roasting she took it off and put it into her bowl. If only she had some spices, that would have been delightful. The pop and crackle of the fire inside the hearth began to dwindle and she knews that her potatoes were done, the pot however was very hot and she didn't have any spare cloths to take it off. Taking a corner of her tunic she awkwardly bent down to give enough slack and then pulled the pot off; using the fabric as a barrier from the heat.
"There", She said in her native tongue of Shiber. "See, I'm going to make it." Standing tall, she took in a deep breath and then calmly said, "One step at a time."
