22nd of Winter, 518AV
The soft winter morning reminded Ixzo of Spring. She found she couldn’t sleep, and since she had spent the last few days to herself, so she was not surprised when she found no sleep tossing and turning on her mat among her blankets that she began trekking towards the city. Her thought brazed over the interesting people she had found there, although none of them were close enough for the Kelvic to consider them friends. Still, as addicted to society as she was, the wild woman found herself smelling the slag heap and passing into the city. There were a few kind souls she had met, and a few curious ones. Her mind kept flitting back to the soft haired sea-woman who had sat with her to feed the children. The strange human had not stolen or laughed at her attempt at compassion among the wretched Sunberthians, and so Kailani had earned a good reputation in Ixzo’s mind.
Only the Kelvic did not know where to find any of the interesting people in Sunberth. She did not live in the city, and so had a weak grasp on the neighborhoods, even if any of the people had directed her to their dwelling place. She could deduce that the sea woman would be living on a boat, and the Kelvic found herself wandering towards the banks of the rivers and estuaries that wove through the city, ringed by the defeated bridges that once reigned over the waterways. Now they were patrolled by the boats of the seamen who offered passage, for a coin. Would Kailani and her growling beast be one of them? Ixzo was not terribly fond of meeting the dog again, but she was willing to put up with it for the company of the woman.
”Hey!” The bustle and rumble of the crowds in Sunberth could largely be ignored by the Kelvic, her word red dressed and unfastened leather boots did not make her stand out and so people rarely focused on her. Her dark skin and scars sometimes brought wonder, but Sunberthians were well known to keep to themselves, the foreignness of the tall woman that walked through them was recognizably different, but not enough for them to break from their usual schemes. So although the call was clearly meant to garner attention, the Kelvic simply ignored it, not caring enough to answer. She was becoming like the Sunberthians who lived in the city, she didn’t really have a choice.
”Hey! Who do you think you are?” Now it was clear to the Kelvic that she was not the one whose attention was being called, which only made the lioness more curious. Inconspicuously she turned her head towards the caller, seeing an elderly man hobbled with age yelling at a child who had likely just stolen from him. The Juvenile was quick to make his getaway, whatever he had taken was quickly out of sight, and so was he. The Kelvic turned her head back straight ahead of her, browsing along the shoreline looking for a mess or blonde hair that she recognized. So was the way of Sunberth.
The hunter found a wall that seemed to be standing, and set her shoulder into it, relieving the weight of her body from her feet and leaning against it. She did not know what Kailani’s ship looked like, but with how fondly she talked of the ocean, the Kelvic had no doubt she lived on one of the small living ships that those sea people seemed to call home. She was patient and tired from her night of staying up, and so she simply watched and waited, taking the chimes and bells as they came. She knew she would stand out, one of the few Myrians who inhabited the city, and one of the wilder looking people. Even though she wore the strange city clothes of these humans, they didn’t fit her as well as they should, not that anything hung off it odd ways, but they didn’t fit her in the sense that it was clear she did not belong in this city or with this fashion, and since she rarely came into town, she stood out when she was there, regardless of whether she wanted to or not. So Ixzo found herself waiting and watching the bustle of the street and the drivers of the boats, seeing if she could spot Kailani before Kailani spotted her.
Only the Kelvic did not know where to find any of the interesting people in Sunberth. She did not live in the city, and so had a weak grasp on the neighborhoods, even if any of the people had directed her to their dwelling place. She could deduce that the sea woman would be living on a boat, and the Kelvic found herself wandering towards the banks of the rivers and estuaries that wove through the city, ringed by the defeated bridges that once reigned over the waterways. Now they were patrolled by the boats of the seamen who offered passage, for a coin. Would Kailani and her growling beast be one of them? Ixzo was not terribly fond of meeting the dog again, but she was willing to put up with it for the company of the woman.
”Hey!” The bustle and rumble of the crowds in Sunberth could largely be ignored by the Kelvic, her word red dressed and unfastened leather boots did not make her stand out and so people rarely focused on her. Her dark skin and scars sometimes brought wonder, but Sunberthians were well known to keep to themselves, the foreignness of the tall woman that walked through them was recognizably different, but not enough for them to break from their usual schemes. So although the call was clearly meant to garner attention, the Kelvic simply ignored it, not caring enough to answer. She was becoming like the Sunberthians who lived in the city, she didn’t really have a choice.
”Hey! Who do you think you are?” Now it was clear to the Kelvic that she was not the one whose attention was being called, which only made the lioness more curious. Inconspicuously she turned her head towards the caller, seeing an elderly man hobbled with age yelling at a child who had likely just stolen from him. The Juvenile was quick to make his getaway, whatever he had taken was quickly out of sight, and so was he. The Kelvic turned her head back straight ahead of her, browsing along the shoreline looking for a mess or blonde hair that she recognized. So was the way of Sunberth.
The hunter found a wall that seemed to be standing, and set her shoulder into it, relieving the weight of her body from her feet and leaning against it. She did not know what Kailani’s ship looked like, but with how fondly she talked of the ocean, the Kelvic had no doubt she lived on one of the small living ships that those sea people seemed to call home. She was patient and tired from her night of staying up, and so she simply watched and waited, taking the chimes and bells as they came. She knew she would stand out, one of the few Myrians who inhabited the city, and one of the wilder looking people. Even though she wore the strange city clothes of these humans, they didn’t fit her as well as they should, not that anything hung off it odd ways, but they didn’t fit her in the sense that it was clear she did not belong in this city or with this fashion, and since she rarely came into town, she stood out when she was there, regardless of whether she wanted to or not. So Ixzo found herself waiting and watching the bustle of the street and the drivers of the boats, seeing if she could spot Kailani before Kailani spotted her.