73rd Spring 516
Nephti wrapped her cloak around her, feeling the chill of the ice around her reach her bones. Light passed through the ice strangely, lighting it all up with beautiful blue tints to it, shifting as she travelled. Alvadas had gone too far with the illusions, almost dangerous - first with the water, no this. Yet at the same time, she couldn't deny that the tunnels weren't beautiful, because they really were.
Reaching out, the Eypharian placed her hand against the ice walls, tracing along the dents and bumps that formed the tunnel. They were so smooth, as if someone had carved them out themselves, but they were part of the city. She stopped for a moment, simply wondering at the beauty of the city. Ahnatep never had this sort of mystery. A person could live in Alvadas for any length of time, yet still the city could surprise them one morning when they awoke.
That was what she loved about it, a part of which made her stay.
Smiling softly at the thought, the girl moved on, hoping the tunnels did lead to the Bazaar. She was cold and hoped to buy something to warm her. She had managed to collect a handful of coins - hopefully the quantity would be enough to purchase something. They jingled in her hand as she walked, clinking against each other. She couldn't quite tell, not yet, where she was going, but Nephti walked all the same, moving along the path hoping it would take her somewhere.
She stopped for a moment, shivering in the sandles she wore. She needed new shoes, too. This were old and falling apart, and it didn't help that the floor was made of ice, sending shivers up her feet. Shoes - and nice warm socks too. Her list was only getting larger as she walked, which wasn't exactly helping. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, then shivered again, wishing she had something with long sleeves. That, of course, would be even more expensive, as she couldn't simply buy something from a market stall. It would have to be tailored to fit her three pairs of arms, tailored to fit an Eypharian girl like her.
At least the cloak she wore was warm. Long and black, it trailed along the ice, sheltering her bare arms from the chill, at least a little bit. If only it was fur lined, that would make it warmer. If only. Nephti shook her head, speeding up a little. She was eager to reach somewhere warm.
Nephti wrapped her cloak around her, feeling the chill of the ice around her reach her bones. Light passed through the ice strangely, lighting it all up with beautiful blue tints to it, shifting as she travelled. Alvadas had gone too far with the illusions, almost dangerous - first with the water, no this. Yet at the same time, she couldn't deny that the tunnels weren't beautiful, because they really were.
Reaching out, the Eypharian placed her hand against the ice walls, tracing along the dents and bumps that formed the tunnel. They were so smooth, as if someone had carved them out themselves, but they were part of the city. She stopped for a moment, simply wondering at the beauty of the city. Ahnatep never had this sort of mystery. A person could live in Alvadas for any length of time, yet still the city could surprise them one morning when they awoke.
That was what she loved about it, a part of which made her stay.
Smiling softly at the thought, the girl moved on, hoping the tunnels did lead to the Bazaar. She was cold and hoped to buy something to warm her. She had managed to collect a handful of coins - hopefully the quantity would be enough to purchase something. They jingled in her hand as she walked, clinking against each other. She couldn't quite tell, not yet, where she was going, but Nephti walked all the same, moving along the path hoping it would take her somewhere.
She stopped for a moment, shivering in the sandles she wore. She needed new shoes, too. This were old and falling apart, and it didn't help that the floor was made of ice, sending shivers up her feet. Shoes - and nice warm socks too. Her list was only getting larger as she walked, which wasn't exactly helping. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, then shivered again, wishing she had something with long sleeves. That, of course, would be even more expensive, as she couldn't simply buy something from a market stall. It would have to be tailored to fit her three pairs of arms, tailored to fit an Eypharian girl like her.
At least the cloak she wore was warm. Long and black, it trailed along the ice, sheltering her bare arms from the chill, at least a little bit. If only it was fur lined, that would make it warmer. If only. Nephti shook her head, speeding up a little. She was eager to reach somewhere warm.