A Fateful Crossing of Paths (Genesis)

by **Nydryn** on March 16th, 2012, 1:38 am

20 of Spring of 512 A.V.

Her heart beat against her rib cage as she ran. The sun beat down on her highlighting her every move. Light perspiration dotted her pale face as her cobalt eyes wildly glanced at her surroundings. She knew the streets of Ravok, having grown up here but her fleeing had left her with little recognition of where she now stood, or how she had gotten there. Nydryn hadn’t been running from something, or even someone. It was who she had seen. An old friend that Ny had not seen for ages had come back to the city, and she was not ready to reunite with this particular friend quite yet. Ny’s dress of various blues stood out against the plain clothing of all those around her at the time, so she fled. Now she stood at the corner of two streets, and glancing down one, her eyes landed on a young woman.

Normally Ny wouldn’t concern herself with the citizens of her beloved city, but this woman seemed unusual, if not out of place. Nydryn had recently been inducted into the not so peaceful side of activities in Ravok, and her current companions were undoubtedly criminals. Ny herself was turning into a criminal of sorts, but recently she had retreated into the dark depths of the city streets, avoiding contact with anything or anyone. Unbeknownst to Ny, she would break that hiding streak and speak to the woman in front of her now.

The woman had long dark hair, with faint highlights illuminating the length of it. Her bright green eyes stood out, as the woman stood, leaning against the shaded part of the wall. Perhaps she was waiting for someone, perhaps she was a pickpocketer, or perhaps she was just watching. Regardless, Ny had to rest, and that shaded area seemed fitting. Walking over to the wall, Ny stood a few paces away from the woman, enjoying a moment where she could catch her breath.

by **Genesis** on March 16th, 2012, 10:33 am

Genesis leaned against the wall, taking in the fresh air after a traumatic reading. It seemed that her readings were getting better, bringing more unpleasantries into her conscious. Some would say she was a hero, a problem-solver. But it truth, if the wrong person knew of her gnosis she would fall prey to the criminals that inhabited the island. A fortune teller is all she can be here, atleast out in the open.

A short-blonde haired woman ran onto the street where Genesis stood. She eyes were wide and her skin was covered with a thin, glistening layer of sweat. The woman looked at her with blue eyes meeting her own green one and strode up to her. Without hesitation this strange fleeing woman leaned against the wall and just breathed.

Genesis was not curious about what this woman had fled from, or what she was doing at all, unlike most people would be. The ability to reach in and see glimpses of anyones past had cured her from that dangerous curiosity. Genesis knew the woman stood here for the same reason as her. Escape. Refuge. They leaned there next to each-other, taking in the small bubble of peace that currently surrounded them.

"My name is Genesis," she introduced, her smile serene. Genesis smoothed out her long, tight green dress and looked over to the girl. She was beautiful, the sort of face that would have countless memories of men falling all over her. Maybe she would even find love in that past. The fortune-teller had a resentment for happy lovers, never having had that in her own past. But still, her smile was far from forced. she could use company right about now.

by **Nydryn** on March 19th, 2012, 12:28 am

The strange young woman’s eyes followed Nydryn as she leaned against the shady refuge. Her heart had finally calmed down, and was now a steady drum inside of Ny, keeping her alive. The woman had introduced herself as Genesis, and from what Ny could see, she was not from around here. In Ravok, most people kept to themselves, as Ny had been for the last season or two, but as the woman smiled at her, Ny gave a slight smile back. What harm could come from the exchange of a few words?

The woman, maybe more fitting to call her a girl, seemed to generally be on guard. Unusual as it probably was for her to open up, the woman did. Ny had that effect on many people, especially men, as she had formed close bonds with many, only to have them broken soon after. It was because of this that Ny would have considered moving away from the inquisitive woman, but a sense of easiness surrounded the dark haired maiden and Ny surprised herself by replying.

“I am Nydryn,” her eyes glanced around, as if wary of someone besides Genesis hearing. Even though Ny could guess that the woman was not originally from Ravok, she decided to ask if she was, for there were many different types of people who inhabited this city. “Are you from around here?” The curious nature of the woman had encouraged Ny to ask more about her, as she had figured out in the past, if someone spoke to you first, they were more likely to be comfortable with sharing such information.

by **Genesis** on March 19th, 2012, 1:37 am

"Not at all, I'm from the city of illusions," Genesis chuckled, this city was just a place to hide where her past would not drag her down. It seemed to her that its a little easier to think higher of ourself when everyone around you was a million times worse.

This woman, Nydryn, looked nice enough. Genesis wondered what dark sides this woman had hidden behind that pretty smile of hers. Every person here in Ravok seemed to have one of those pasts. She wasn't particularly interested, but all the same a bit of conversation was interesting.

"You seem like a local."

by **Nydryn** on March 25th, 2012, 5:48 pm

As Ny had originally thought, the pretty stranger was not from Ravok. Her smile seemed genuine, and Ny found herself wanting to open up to this woman. Unusual for Nydryn, the open communication with the young lady felt comfortable. Maybe it was due to the fact that they both seemed to have experienced a harder life than most, or maybe because it had been a long time since anyone had honestly wanted to talk to Ny. Not in the habit of smiling unless she wanted something, only a slight upward movement of her mouth was the indication that the conversation was amusing.

A slight laugh was emitted as Genesis told her she seemed like a local. “How could you tell?” Ny knew there were many types of people in Ravok, and the ability this woman had to pick her out as a resident was surprising in the least. “I am a local, I even grew up here before I decided to travel when I was younger. This place just comforts me. I know it, and it seems like it knows me.”