10th of Spring, 517 AV
19th Bell
Rhodri stepped through the doors of the library and out into the night air; the mists from the falls instantly clung to his skin. It was so different here as opposed to the arid winds of his desert homelands. The pause gave him an opportunity to gather his bearings. Navigation in the city was hard simply from the lack of time he’d had to wander and learn her streets. Rarely had he ventured to this side of the river since he jobs and apartment were both to the north. The Eypharian was impressed with the city’s infrastructure in so much that the blue brutes seemed to manage things quite well. That being said, he was pleased with his research session and felt infinitely more comfortable with an adequate knowledge of his hosts and some of their practices.
The large frame moved with a decent amount of grace as he left the academy. Rhodri walked with his nose in the clouds but his eyes were always shifting to take in as much as he could. This occasionally included glancing down and ahead on the path to ensure that his steps fell in all of the proper places. While posture was important, being certain that each step was a solid one demanded its own amount of focus. It was this constant pendulum of observation that allowed the Eypharian to veer off of his intended route.
There was a large crack in the walkway where a tree root had elevated the stones and left what looked like a fissure. Rhodri made a few quick steps off to the side so that his boots would not scuff nor catch upon the upheaval. The diversion opened his shoulders to the south where a large shadow covered much of his view. The deep brown eyes traced the inky shade that seemed to envelope the medical center and he even noticed some strange architectural hitched in the shadow’s lines. Some were explained by the base of a building just at the edge of his sight. The din of a setting sun as Syna tossed her most vibrant rays often played tricks on Rhodri’s eyes. He could see just fine in the day and almost as well at night but the rising and setting cascades that served to bookend the days often played tricks with the young man’s vision.
As his eyes lifted higher into the darkening sky, Rhodri caught his breath in mid exhale with a subtle gasp. He had never seen such a creation. A tower, dark and rigid, broke the skyline like some kind of enormous spearhead jutting out of the ground. The way home no longer was straight. The elitist was so consumed by the large structure that he stepped clean off of the pathway and did not take his eyes from the fascinating building. The way it seemed to stack upon itself while maintaining a threatening appearance of piercing death and heavenly ascension was impressive. Rhodri found the tower to be so captivating that it made him angry and jealous that his people had not created such a feat which would dwarf the grand thing before him.
On the whim of this inner rage, the arrogant fellow turned so suddenly that his boot caught the edge of an exposed root and sent his heavy upper body forward and away from the stability of his strong legs. Several staggered steps followed but the Eypharian used his arms to balance by extending them out all at once and then rotated them a pair at a time until he was able to right himself once more. Rhodri was grinning but it was not one of pleasure. The smile reflected a sarcastic response to the irony of the near-tumble. An Arumenic phrase detailing an unkind series of events passed through his lips but that was the end of it. The novelty of the tower had passed –overcome by the rage of embarrassment.
Rhodri readjusted his course and headed back towards the cobbled road that ran behind the medical building. He had not realized until now just how far off he had strayed. The prideful youth made sure to replace his posture of self-loathing with one of arrogance and entitlement which was such a better fit. His big arms rocked back and forth at his sides. There was a range of motion that defined his walk and it was something that only a clever observer would note. His lower set of arms did not reach as far forward as the other two but had the longest stretch behind while the middle set was the exact opposite. The top set of arms did not move much at all but seemed to rather hang in a state of suspension and only slightly rocking back and forth. All of these distances were covered with the same speed so it was hard to tell exactly which arm was which despite the open cloak and sleeveless shirt.
The racist fellow moved with a bit more haste since the detour had cost him an unnecessary delay. The sounds of voices sprang from a set of doors that opened in front of him. The medical center was letting out a shift change by the looks of it as there were several individuals and all seemed to be going in various directions. Rhodri quickly reached down and squeezed the mark on his thigh through his pants. He felt the tiny living tentacles animate on his fingers and smiled a very unpleasant expression. It was fleeting, though, as he steeled himself and focused more on the other people present in the area. One man, a thin blue brute, was walking away from two women and headed west. Without breaking stride, Rhodri allowed his hands to trace along the body of the man as they passed one another. The cords took hold around the man’s body in various places. Rhodri glanced around while maintaining his pace. No one seemed to pay him any mind since they were engaged in conversation or study. The Eypharian stopped and pretended to stretch his back by twisting his entire upper body to the right while keeping his hips still. He ripped at the cords with a strong jerk that was well-concealed and looked back just in time to see the man twist then fall.
The manipulator laughed a raucous chuckle and resumed his progression towards the bridge that had originally been his destination. He watched as the vocalization he made drew attention to the Akalak who scrambled to his feet and quickly began to recover by trying to play off the tumble as well as gather his personal affects which had been scrambled. The left corner of Rhodri’s mouth turned up in a sneer. Tripping the guy was one thing. Getting all of his peers to see his hurried attempts to ignore the event was so much richer of an experience.
The next step landed the Eypharian in a foul mood, however. His body ran into something which caught him in a tender place and bent him at the waist to avoid further damage. The explicit response was well justified as his middle hands covered his groin. Whatever he had run into had a sharp edge. The brown eyes filled with fiery feelings of revenge and justice as they looked down to discover the root of the problem. Rhodri’s gaze widened further to see the dark hair and small form of a woman he had met before; a woman that had been kind to him. This memory of her selflessness saved her an outright slap but it did not spare her a good amount of spite and spit as he cast his view in Arumenic. “Mbene shure!!” The phrase was almost a hiss but no more could be said when the Eypharian grimaced as he stood. He was unsure what to do as the pain inflamed his anger but his brain reminded him of the need for useful people. This conflict elicited silence for the time being. Sometimes, it was better to let others do the talking.
19th Bell
Rhodri stepped through the doors of the library and out into the night air; the mists from the falls instantly clung to his skin. It was so different here as opposed to the arid winds of his desert homelands. The pause gave him an opportunity to gather his bearings. Navigation in the city was hard simply from the lack of time he’d had to wander and learn her streets. Rarely had he ventured to this side of the river since he jobs and apartment were both to the north. The Eypharian was impressed with the city’s infrastructure in so much that the blue brutes seemed to manage things quite well. That being said, he was pleased with his research session and felt infinitely more comfortable with an adequate knowledge of his hosts and some of their practices.
The large frame moved with a decent amount of grace as he left the academy. Rhodri walked with his nose in the clouds but his eyes were always shifting to take in as much as he could. This occasionally included glancing down and ahead on the path to ensure that his steps fell in all of the proper places. While posture was important, being certain that each step was a solid one demanded its own amount of focus. It was this constant pendulum of observation that allowed the Eypharian to veer off of his intended route.
There was a large crack in the walkway where a tree root had elevated the stones and left what looked like a fissure. Rhodri made a few quick steps off to the side so that his boots would not scuff nor catch upon the upheaval. The diversion opened his shoulders to the south where a large shadow covered much of his view. The deep brown eyes traced the inky shade that seemed to envelope the medical center and he even noticed some strange architectural hitched in the shadow’s lines. Some were explained by the base of a building just at the edge of his sight. The din of a setting sun as Syna tossed her most vibrant rays often played tricks on Rhodri’s eyes. He could see just fine in the day and almost as well at night but the rising and setting cascades that served to bookend the days often played tricks with the young man’s vision.
As his eyes lifted higher into the darkening sky, Rhodri caught his breath in mid exhale with a subtle gasp. He had never seen such a creation. A tower, dark and rigid, broke the skyline like some kind of enormous spearhead jutting out of the ground. The way home no longer was straight. The elitist was so consumed by the large structure that he stepped clean off of the pathway and did not take his eyes from the fascinating building. The way it seemed to stack upon itself while maintaining a threatening appearance of piercing death and heavenly ascension was impressive. Rhodri found the tower to be so captivating that it made him angry and jealous that his people had not created such a feat which would dwarf the grand thing before him.
On the whim of this inner rage, the arrogant fellow turned so suddenly that his boot caught the edge of an exposed root and sent his heavy upper body forward and away from the stability of his strong legs. Several staggered steps followed but the Eypharian used his arms to balance by extending them out all at once and then rotated them a pair at a time until he was able to right himself once more. Rhodri was grinning but it was not one of pleasure. The smile reflected a sarcastic response to the irony of the near-tumble. An Arumenic phrase detailing an unkind series of events passed through his lips but that was the end of it. The novelty of the tower had passed –overcome by the rage of embarrassment.
Rhodri readjusted his course and headed back towards the cobbled road that ran behind the medical building. He had not realized until now just how far off he had strayed. The prideful youth made sure to replace his posture of self-loathing with one of arrogance and entitlement which was such a better fit. His big arms rocked back and forth at his sides. There was a range of motion that defined his walk and it was something that only a clever observer would note. His lower set of arms did not reach as far forward as the other two but had the longest stretch behind while the middle set was the exact opposite. The top set of arms did not move much at all but seemed to rather hang in a state of suspension and only slightly rocking back and forth. All of these distances were covered with the same speed so it was hard to tell exactly which arm was which despite the open cloak and sleeveless shirt.
The racist fellow moved with a bit more haste since the detour had cost him an unnecessary delay. The sounds of voices sprang from a set of doors that opened in front of him. The medical center was letting out a shift change by the looks of it as there were several individuals and all seemed to be going in various directions. Rhodri quickly reached down and squeezed the mark on his thigh through his pants. He felt the tiny living tentacles animate on his fingers and smiled a very unpleasant expression. It was fleeting, though, as he steeled himself and focused more on the other people present in the area. One man, a thin blue brute, was walking away from two women and headed west. Without breaking stride, Rhodri allowed his hands to trace along the body of the man as they passed one another. The cords took hold around the man’s body in various places. Rhodri glanced around while maintaining his pace. No one seemed to pay him any mind since they were engaged in conversation or study. The Eypharian stopped and pretended to stretch his back by twisting his entire upper body to the right while keeping his hips still. He ripped at the cords with a strong jerk that was well-concealed and looked back just in time to see the man twist then fall.
The manipulator laughed a raucous chuckle and resumed his progression towards the bridge that had originally been his destination. He watched as the vocalization he made drew attention to the Akalak who scrambled to his feet and quickly began to recover by trying to play off the tumble as well as gather his personal affects which had been scrambled. The left corner of Rhodri’s mouth turned up in a sneer. Tripping the guy was one thing. Getting all of his peers to see his hurried attempts to ignore the event was so much richer of an experience.
The next step landed the Eypharian in a foul mood, however. His body ran into something which caught him in a tender place and bent him at the waist to avoid further damage. The explicit response was well justified as his middle hands covered his groin. Whatever he had run into had a sharp edge. The brown eyes filled with fiery feelings of revenge and justice as they looked down to discover the root of the problem. Rhodri’s gaze widened further to see the dark hair and small form of a woman he had met before; a woman that had been kind to him. This memory of her selflessness saved her an outright slap but it did not spare her a good amount of spite and spit as he cast his view in Arumenic. “Mbene shure!!” The phrase was almost a hiss but no more could be said when the Eypharian grimaced as he stood. He was unsure what to do as the pain inflamed his anger but his brain reminded him of the need for useful people. This conflict elicited silence for the time being. Sometimes, it was better to let others do the talking.
