30th of spring, 520 AV
It was a warm night in the Outpost; then again, they always were. But it was a pleasant warmth, comforting. The stars shone brightly above her, and Aster had decided to go stretch her legs. Sleep had been elusive as of late, or when she managed it, full of unpleasant dreams and nightmares; so instead, she was out wandering the warmly lit streets.
She was wearing her Benshira face tonight; out of the three mortal seemings she could choose from, it had become her favourite, even more so than her original one. She was wearing one of her new dresses, the fabric flowing around her legs as she walked; it was slightly longer on her than it was during the day, nearly dragging on the ground but not quite. Her dark hair was loose, cascading down around her shoulders, and she had her coin purse safely tucked away.
Aserope wasn't going anywhere in particular; she was simply walking, taking whatever direction pleased her, when her ears caught the nearby sound of music. It was loud but pleasant, someone playing an up-beat tune on a fiddle, and she could hear laughter and the sound of mingling voices.
At this hour of the night, most businesses were beginning to shut down, if they hadn't already. Deciding to see what the source of the noise was, Aster followed it to a large, open air courtyard. Stepping inside, the music was even louder, though not overwhelming or deafening.
Tables were scattered around, with various forms of seating, where people gathered in groups talking and laughing. An open space on the floor served as a dance floor, which was moderately full of moving bodies but not packed. A man was standing on a stage, swaying from foot to foot as he played the fiddle, and towards the back of the courtyard Aster saw a bar.
It was pleasant, but not usually her type of place. She preferred quieter places, and while she enjoyed her people-watching, the courtyard was a bit crowded for her tasted. Not to mention she wasn't much of a drinker, musician, or dancer. But despite herself, Aster found herself stepping further into the courtyard, slipping between tables and skirting the dance floor to approach the bar.
The music was nice; perhaps this was just the sort of distraction she needed tonight, something a little bit louder than usual. It certainly saved her from being alone with her thoughts. Aster slid onto one of the stools at the bar; the bartender was currently pouring a drink for someone else at the other end, and Aster faltered when she saw him.
He was an Ethaefal. One of Leth's, with glittering pale skin and curving horns, beautiful as they all were. Aster felt her heart lurch, a sharp pain in her chest. This wasn't what she wanted at all; this was bringing in all sorts of emotions she'd been trying to avoid tonight. Before she could panic and flee, the Ethaefal was already walking towards her, smiling. She didn't smile back, but he didn't seem bothered.
Avoiding the man's gaze, Aster quietly ordered a glass of wine and paid up, turning to face away from the counter and clutching the glass in her hand, shoulders hunched up slightly as she stared down into the dark liquid in the glass. It was such a complicated thing. She felt bad, honestly, and knew she was being rude though she imagined it would be brushed off.
Word Count: 578
She was wearing her Benshira face tonight; out of the three mortal seemings she could choose from, it had become her favourite, even more so than her original one. She was wearing one of her new dresses, the fabric flowing around her legs as she walked; it was slightly longer on her than it was during the day, nearly dragging on the ground but not quite. Her dark hair was loose, cascading down around her shoulders, and she had her coin purse safely tucked away.
Aserope wasn't going anywhere in particular; she was simply walking, taking whatever direction pleased her, when her ears caught the nearby sound of music. It was loud but pleasant, someone playing an up-beat tune on a fiddle, and she could hear laughter and the sound of mingling voices.
At this hour of the night, most businesses were beginning to shut down, if they hadn't already. Deciding to see what the source of the noise was, Aster followed it to a large, open air courtyard. Stepping inside, the music was even louder, though not overwhelming or deafening.
Tables were scattered around, with various forms of seating, where people gathered in groups talking and laughing. An open space on the floor served as a dance floor, which was moderately full of moving bodies but not packed. A man was standing on a stage, swaying from foot to foot as he played the fiddle, and towards the back of the courtyard Aster saw a bar.
It was pleasant, but not usually her type of place. She preferred quieter places, and while she enjoyed her people-watching, the courtyard was a bit crowded for her tasted. Not to mention she wasn't much of a drinker, musician, or dancer. But despite herself, Aster found herself stepping further into the courtyard, slipping between tables and skirting the dance floor to approach the bar.
The music was nice; perhaps this was just the sort of distraction she needed tonight, something a little bit louder than usual. It certainly saved her from being alone with her thoughts. Aster slid onto one of the stools at the bar; the bartender was currently pouring a drink for someone else at the other end, and Aster faltered when she saw him.
He was an Ethaefal. One of Leth's, with glittering pale skin and curving horns, beautiful as they all were. Aster felt her heart lurch, a sharp pain in her chest. This wasn't what she wanted at all; this was bringing in all sorts of emotions she'd been trying to avoid tonight. Before she could panic and flee, the Ethaefal was already walking towards her, smiling. She didn't smile back, but he didn't seem bothered.
Avoiding the man's gaze, Aster quietly ordered a glass of wine and paid up, turning to face away from the counter and clutching the glass in her hand, shoulders hunched up slightly as she stared down into the dark liquid in the glass. It was such a complicated thing. She felt bad, honestly, and knew she was being rude though she imagined it would be brushed off.
Word Count: 578