Spring 5th, 511 AV
At first, the figure attached to the wall of Avitar mountain may startle some. It was the highest of all the Cobalt Mountains, lit brilliantly by Syna as she lowered beneath the horizon. Only a few bells past twelve, the sunlight illuminating the drop off the mountain highlighted Vizyous easily as he made his way up the cliff wall. How someone would reach the height he had, as small as that height may seem, would be very confusing to an onlooker.
From below, the Symenestra may have appeared to be a very strange creature that was red in color, with parts of him bone pale. Wounded, one might think, but the red was only that of the torn silk that wrapped carefully and tightly around his lower half. The color continued further up, his once perfectly decent long-sleeved shirt now an open vest, sleeves torn off and ripped down the middle.
It had become so tattered not from the climb up, but from all of his recent travel and lack of miza. Sweat dripped down his pale face which held energized, amethyst eyes and a small, confident smirk. It rolled down his cheek and into his already damp gray hair, further plastering it to his nearly bare chest and back.
Piled beneath him on the ground that wasn't too far below was his ripped skirt that once reached his ankles and his sandals, a sign to whoever may visit the Sunset Falls that they weren't alone if they didn't see him immediately. Carefully, Vizyous pulled his left hand off of the seemingly flat surface of the rock, feeling the Symenestran microscopic hooks extending from his palm retreat back into his skin. He shrugged the left side of his vest down, then replaced his hand and repeated the action with his right hand.
The piece of clothing fell down through the air, landing nearby the clothing already piled below and leaving Vizyous with a soft breeze cooling his damp chest and back. He stayed there, for the moment, safely secured by his rough, bare palms and the even rougher soles of his feet. Catching his breath from the small distance he'd achieved, Vizyous placed his cheek against the coolness of the rock.
At first, the figure attached to the wall of Avitar mountain may startle some. It was the highest of all the Cobalt Mountains, lit brilliantly by Syna as she lowered beneath the horizon. Only a few bells past twelve, the sunlight illuminating the drop off the mountain highlighted Vizyous easily as he made his way up the cliff wall. How someone would reach the height he had, as small as that height may seem, would be very confusing to an onlooker.
From below, the Symenestra may have appeared to be a very strange creature that was red in color, with parts of him bone pale. Wounded, one might think, but the red was only that of the torn silk that wrapped carefully and tightly around his lower half. The color continued further up, his once perfectly decent long-sleeved shirt now an open vest, sleeves torn off and ripped down the middle.
It had become so tattered not from the climb up, but from all of his recent travel and lack of miza. Sweat dripped down his pale face which held energized, amethyst eyes and a small, confident smirk. It rolled down his cheek and into his already damp gray hair, further plastering it to his nearly bare chest and back.
Piled beneath him on the ground that wasn't too far below was his ripped skirt that once reached his ankles and his sandals, a sign to whoever may visit the Sunset Falls that they weren't alone if they didn't see him immediately. Carefully, Vizyous pulled his left hand off of the seemingly flat surface of the rock, feeling the Symenestran microscopic hooks extending from his palm retreat back into his skin. He shrugged the left side of his vest down, then replaced his hand and repeated the action with his right hand.
The piece of clothing fell down through the air, landing nearby the clothing already piled below and leaving Vizyous with a soft breeze cooling his damp chest and back. He stayed there, for the moment, safely secured by his rough, bare palms and the even rougher soles of his feet. Catching his breath from the small distance he'd achieved, Vizyous placed his cheek against the coolness of the rock.