Tainting The Street With Footsteps (Open)

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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]

Tainting The Street With Footsteps (Open)

Postby Lenonrie on February 16th, 2012, 11:46 pm

Streets of Syliras
75th of Fall, 511 AV


Lenonrie walked, no, creeped down the cobblestone streets of Syliras, eyes shifting from object to object, person to person, taking all details in. It was like any other day to the residents of the town, everything seemed to be the norm. People were walking the midday streets attending whatever business necessary, nothing out of place or the ordinary, just the same old routine. Yet, within all of the mundane everyday occurences, that seemed no different than things had the day before, Lenonrie seemed to be seeing swirls.

Mists, to be exact. A yellowish green fog swirled throughout the world around her, and her long liquid gold hair seemed to rise and float off of her shoulders, moving in all directions as if searching for something, though it was obvious by lack of reaction from the passer-bys', they could not see this, just a short blonde kid walking down the street in a daze. The swirls of the mist reflected in the colors of her eyes, if they looked close enough, they could see the reasoning behind the daze.

When she breathed, it was as if she was swallowing ice. She could see her breath before her, but it was nothing more than another obstical through the rapid swirls. Yet, she walked as easily as she would have slept. One foot, then the next. Clicking, clacking, tapping, thumping, echoing off the ground, her feet drove her insane.

And then it stopped.

As abruptly as the insanity came, it left, leaving a confused, but not too concerned Lenonrie to stop for a short moment and continue onto wherever she had been going. The sounds and sights around her were clear again. She looked from face to face, seeing no distortion and offering a smile to each and every one. What else could she do? Who was she to question what her eyes willed her to see? It was kind of fun, kept her entertained on long journeys. It was nothing that she couldn't just brush off.

This had been her regular cycle now for almost two years. Walk, zone, and smile. Talk to anyone who will hold a conversation. Make a friend. Then leave. Staying in one place for a long time has never interested her. She liked change, in mindsets and scenery. She hops from one two to another like she breathes, in other words, constantly.

The area she was in was quite pleasant to say the least, although she could live without the smell. Too many people crowded together in one place, of coure the air would be a little bit tainted, like the ground she walked on. She tainted it with her footsteps, as did those before her, and as the people to come after her will do also.

It wasn't as dull here as what she had seen coming through the poorer parts of town. She guessed this is where more of the middle class people associated themselves with eachother...lovely. Actually, she preferred those with less than others. They weren't strung up as high on themselves as civilians who made good livings off of their lies.

She leaned to the side a bit, brushing back a piece of hair, as she apprached a walkway overlooking a bay. She walked toward the black railing, leaning against the cold metal bars to overlook the seafarers who were rushing back and forth with crates and bundles of supplies trying to ready docked ships for departure.
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Tainting The Street With Footsteps (Open)

Postby Thelos Reignhold on February 17th, 2012, 5:32 am

It had been many years since Thelos eyes had graced Syrilas. Being here was not something that he was very happy with either. It was a big bustling place with many people, it made it hard for him to concentrate and to one such as him concentration is sometimes everything. Yet he couldn't help but smile at the arrangement oof the diffsrnet characters that lay before him. The beggers,commoners, the rich they all.made up the fate of this city. They are its identity. Thelos leaned on his walking stick for a moment bbefore his eyes caught a glympse of a rather unusual person.

The girl fit not into the fate of the city she was an outsider by the looks of her, and have been for ssome time. Thelos began to be intrigued by her, she sparked hhis intrest and that is a hard thing to do. But then he began to think of his he would approach her. Then he figured out exactly how.

Thelos walked up to the girl" Excuse me, miss can you please help me I seem to have gotten lost. This city is just to big for an old.fool such as myself" The helpless old man routine. It has saves him and doomed others several times over. Thelos hoped it soukd sork bere.
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