Obligated obedience (Open)

[Darren]

Winter 8th, Year 511 As time progresses everything changes. Ideas flow, feelings of affection are either swept away or made into something more, even the way the gods act will change through the course of time. This youthful Vantha was no different. Standing resolute over the city a feeling of annoyance washed over Darren Whitevine. Why is it that he was still here? A city that has yet to fully pique his interest isn't worth staying in. At least that was what the Whitevine was telling himself. "The day has come where I must leave my mark and move on!" The words spoken proudly offered no hint of modesty as he turned his attention to his surroundings. He didn't draw too much attention it seems. A chiet wasn't given too much notice in this city, even more if one was a foreigner. Overall it looked to work for him as the Vantha would normally cause trouble whenever possible, though nothing substantial has had been done in Wind Reach. That would have to change. "Living day to day doesn't really suit me. I'll have to find a way to make enough to be able to leave the city and venture new horizons. But how?" Grimacing slightly Darren started to pace back and forth conspicuously as he chewed over possible venues in the city that he has yet to explore. (Perhaps I should consider venturing into the deepest depths of the city? Places long abandoned or forgotten might provide marginal success. Who knows what could be hidden in the endless tunnels and caverns throughout the city?) As the Vantha considered the idea he paused as he turned to a less known walkway branching from the mainpath. His eyes gazed upon at least half a dozen paths before he averted his gaze. Wet perspiration lined his back as his mouth grew dry at the slight relevation, there was no way he would be able to do that. At least not alone. So perhaps an accomplice or partner of some kind was in order. (It would be best if a native would help with the navigation. Or a map at least. Maybe there are other ways to make a little extra pinion on the side. I just have to know the right Inarta.) Looking to the left of him was the way to the market where he could probably find a map of interest, maybe have some random adventure if it led him anywhere decent. Ahead he would soon be venturing over to more restricted, perhaps even Endal only areas. He would do well to avoid that area. Glancing back at the intimidating side passage a few shady characters started emerging, maybe they would have a job of interest he could consider? Lightly touching the roof of his mouth with his tongue he made a constant 'tsk as he mulled his options over.

[Enric]

"Chiet, you'd best watch where you wander. Personally, you look like death and smell even worse." Enric hurried his pace as one of the higher socially ranked members of the city of Wind Reach tossed insults at him. Enric, if only was on equal terms with that man, would have gladly dropped his heavy load of furs from his shoulder and thrown knuckles. Enric was an Inarta with pride, pride that only an Endal or Avora should have, pride that was almost just too much to swallow. Pride that kept him a fuming angry catastrophe waiting to erupt. Much like the volcano that could, any day, engulf the fiery haired race of Humans, Enric swore his anger would tear apart the mountain like a great sundering. One of these days, he swore to himself, he would get even, or better of them. After Enric had created a decent distance between himself and that conceited ass of an Avora, he sighed, turned his head, and spat. The man would never know of the insult, but to Enric it did wonders. And, as easily as that, he readjusted the load on his shoulder and made way towards his home once more. The path he took was one he was familiar with, like most of the city except this way could be navigated blindly. Still, today held no leisurely strolls, no casual walks. The snow had fallen, thicker and earlier than anybody on the mountain could have predicted. The chill was stronger than Enric liked. As he moved, he saw a man directly in his way, staring around as if he had no idea where he was, or where he was going. No red hair, no work to fill his time. Had to be a foreigner. "Get out of my way foreigner. Winter's already coming in strong." Harsh words, thick Nari language. Enric, rather than asking for the man to give him some room to move, merely shrugged his way past Darren and continued hauling his skins as if Darren was nothing more than a Dek, leaving nothing but the lingering stench of rotting flesh and other assorted odors in his trail. Enric could hardly contain the smirk on his face. He had to admit, it felt good to push someone else back for a change, even if they didn't deserve it. The life of a Chiet wasn't an easy one, especially when your occupation stained you to the bone with odors that nobody but a Dek would dare stomach. Leatherworking, it's all he knew how to do though. It kept him wealthy enough for food, and occasionally a little more. This winter was going to be harsh though. Already the Inarta had seen four full days of heavy white blankets. Early winter, strong winter. Only the important or wealthy would eat well, assuming even they could afford to.

[Darren]

The Vantha's slight ponderings left him with a small exerpt on where to go. Be best if I were to at least go to someone knowledgeable before I even try this out. Would be better to talk to someone like that old gatekeeper Val to see where I can possibly do to help out of this situation. Yea that should be one of the first moves I should be making. Darren stopped his musings as he started forward, only to have a rush of red hair squeeze nudge him slightly before continuing her way. Darren's eyes started to droop as the smell of leather hung in the air. How rude, would normally be the sentiment but this Vantha has been living in the area too long to even bother anymore. Instead he leaned to the side before starting to make his way forward. Trudging along it looked might have looked like Darren wasn't too happy with the small exchange between himself and the Inarta as he followed the man through the length of Wind Reach. His senses grew accustom to the smell of leather for a time while trailing Enric around the city. An intimidating look on his face, Darren eye'd the back of the other chiet's head fiercely while his hands moved conspicuously for the first time in ages. A small clang of iron/steel was heard throughout his machinations, the sound occasionally fading slightly before Darren caught up to the Inarta. Enough of that. Finally after following Enric for a time around the city they came to a favorable area, one that he knew well. With a surge of speed Whitevine started forward as he closed the distance between himself and the Inarta. Only three more steps until Enric would be in any danger from Darren, another step closed that distance to two. A strange smile creased on the Vantha's lips as he finally caught up to Enric. A moment would pass where Darren would be caught catching a glimpse at Enric before he kept going. "Did I scare you at all?" Darren whispered in his native language before he joined a crowd of people making their way near the entrance. Though Darren might have been joking, the snide question might have been interpreted as malicious as he made his set out to the front. Val was waiting and it looked like he would be the Inarta to talk to for now. oocRemember you shouldn't be able to understand him unless you have Vani in your language kit.

[Miana]

It had been a busy week, for the winter season had left the Inarta's with far too much work in their hands to catch up to the changing season. It didn't help that the the first snowfall of the season had come sooner than they had expected. For the half-blooded Dek, it meant that the amount of her work would be doubled, not to mention increasing her chances in contacting the common cold. But today was her day off, her precious day off.

And she was determined to enjoy herself, despite her limited time. Although she couldn't visit her small hideout out of Wind Reach, Miana didn't let it get to her- after all, she could talk to Elder by the gate who didn't really mind her muteness and continued on his tales of wonder. Miana smiled, tucking back her arms behind her as she made her way towards the inner warrens, a satisfied glow surrounding her as she continued her easy gait.

She was barely into the main pathway of the city when her good mood dwindled down into a heavy weight in her stomach. The warren was jam packed with people, so much that they congested in the warrens, hardly enough space for her to weave into. For a fleeting moment, her mind flashed an image of her room near the deer warrens, and instantly, she squashed the thought flat. Though the prospect of other Inarta bumping into her didn't thrill her, she wasn't about to sacrifice her whole day just to satiate her neurosis. Keeping a brave face, she dived into the crowd and was instantly swallowed whole.

In between the horde of Inarta that clustered the warrens, she might've heard a passing whisper of a strange tongue- each syllable rolling with such ease that seduced her ears but the scent- no not a scent, for it would evoke images of perfumes rather than rotting flesh, met her nose and threatened to choke all the blessed air away from her lungs. Not bearing the stench any longer, she broke away from the crowd, not caring for the angry grunts on her way.

By some form of miracle from the gods and goddesses, Miana somehow found herself facing the gates and practically gobbled up all the clean around her, releshing in it's pristine quality. Once oriented, she fussed over herself, wanting to present herself to the Elder as nicely as she could.

Thankfully, she had relatively nothing to worry about; her lontev was impeccably clean, her hair tamed and compliantly hung by her back and she smelt like a typical Inarta that spent far too many chimes in the baths.

Reassured, she started her walk towards the gatekeeper, each step fuelling her good mood.
ooc notesdon't mind if I bump in

[Kisa [Intrind]]

Leaning against one of the stone walls, Kisa smiled gently. It was a good day, there was chaos everywhere. Things were being done. Her fiery hair hung to her waist as she looked around herself. It was one of her days off and she didn't feel like training.

The Inartians were fed, her Wind Eagle resting in their aeries, and the sky simply absent of its normal call for her to join it.

Kisa had hoped to see her sister but Nali was beyond busy. No time for a word to her twin sister. Sisters... Kisa thought. She absorbed so much of her life with Intrind, hunting and training, that when she had a spare moment, she didn't know what to do with it. Wind Reach was her home, but sometimes it seemed like a terribly lonely place.

As she watched the people force themselves around each other, she wandered where they were all going. One man looked like he was in a rush, barreling into whoever was in his way. Maybe he was late, or simply short on time. Another woman hurried by, seemingly fleeing the crowd. Claustrophobia perhaps? There were so many people. She wanted an adventure. Yes, that would be nice.