Unseen [Parah, Open]

[Yaotl]

Spring 18th, 512 AV It was night. The moon painted the beautiful, magical city in muted silvers ans blues. Lamps illuminated the bridges and tall buildings with a dim sort of glow, and a gentle sound, that of a boat sluicing through still waters, invaded on the silence. It was well past the first bell of the morning, and most of the citizenry had departed the streets for their beds, or the beds of others. Peering eyes gleamed every so often from an alley as a beggar retreated further into the dank shadows as the boot-trodden feet of Ebonstryfe soldiers flanked past. Yaotl was awake, her green eyes surprisingly alert despite the new hour. Her slave was awake as well, huddled next to Yaotl. The girl was of little importance to Yaotl at this moment, and she allowed her the chime to warm her hands or do whatever it was that slaves did to keep themselves warm. After all, the djed storm had introduced a new chill to the city. It rained more, it seemed. The wind had teeth in it, and the shadows had an eerie quality in them that they had never had before. The change in Ravok was a surprising one, but those who realised that Rhysol was the face and voice of sudden, terrifying change would realise it was meant to be this way. Even as Yaotl rubbed her hands together, she admired the Lord of Ravok for his choice of waking his people up. But she couldn't dwell on that thought. They had to move on, into the night. Parah, perhaps, didn't want or need to be present, but Yaotl felt the girl should come and maybe learn how to use her hands in a more devious way than massage and fighting. "Come along now," Yaotl gestured to the slave as she started out again, warmed up considerably after that chime of trying. oocThe disturbing thing is that I don't yet have a path I wish for this thread to take. I will allow the participants to help guide the thread. It would be awesome if they did~

[Parah]

Parah blew into her cupped hands, as if trying to breathe life into a dying man; she certainly was not enjoying the new weather patterns in the city, and the cold nipped at any exposed skin. Her mistress, however, seemed to revel in what she considered Rhysol's 'gift' to Ravok's inhabitants. Parah was not so sure that was the case, but of course it was not her place to voice her opinion to Mistress Yaotl. At least the cold somehow seemed to make the air in the city more clear, more crisp. Parah felt like she could see farther, and the lines of the buildings and water were etched more finely than in warm weather. Parah had little idea what her mistress had planned for the evening, but was not inclined to ask; she had suffered the consequences of impertinent questions before. She would simply follow, and obey her instructions, and perhaps enjoy the night. "Come along now," her mistress ordered, and Parah slipped her hands beneath her cloak, following dutifully. "Yes mistress."

[Alois]

OOC...I had a wonderful post... And my computer erased it. -_-# Gods, he had never realized just how passionately he hated cold weather. Not until he had been subjected to biting winds and unrelenting rain. Ravok had always had a lingering dampness about it, due largely to the fact that it was a city floating on a lake, but this constant drizzle seemingly brought down the mood of the entire populace. Well, to be perfectly honest, the city had been in a sour mood ever since the strange storm that had happened in the beginning of spring, what with buildings falling into the water, people swept away into its depths. Death and destruction, could he really blame people for not being so content with the way things were. Still, it would be a welcome sight to find someone who wasn't lamenting the loss of someone. There was only so much darkness he could subject himself to before becoming bored. A breeze blew through the quiet streets, bringing with it a sharp cold that pierced through him as though he were as thin as paper. Alois' arms wrapped around himself, trying his hardest to keep as much of his body heat in his body as possible. He suddenly wished he were fat. Fat and pudgy, with a layer of blubber to protect against the cold. Then again, that would make it increasingly difficult to get close to people... Or perhaps not. Maybe the extra stomach would fool people into thinking he was wealthy? People talked when they thought money was involved. Maybe he should invest in a 'fake' stomach. But that was an idea for another time. Something to think on later, when he wasn't on the hunt for desperate individuals. Certain individuals who would spill any secrets for a few mizas. Soft footfalls echoed against the water as the androgynous male made his way through the dark morning streets, green eyes searching for sunken faces. Faces of those who had lost hope, who had given up. The poor and unlucky. The weak and the odd. Those who were the invisible ears and the unseen eyes of the city. All had secrets they would tell and he wanted to be first to claim them. The red haired male turned the corner, his eyes widening in a moment of surprise as he spotted two women out in the late night. Both of which he was familiar with. The corners of the man's lips twitched upwards ever so slightly, turning his trajectory to intercept theirs. Perhaps a somewhat friendly conversation would pull his mind away from the cold. The fact that he would be damned before showing Yaotl that it bothered him helped in that aspect as well. Whatever you said about Yaotl, you could not deny that the woman would exploit any weakness that was she was shown. He would not give her that chance with him. He made no motion to hide himself from them, not wanting to startle the women into distrust. His curiosity was burning to know why the two women were out, lurking the Ravokian streets in the early chimes of the morning. "Good evening, Yaotl." He spoke, his voice polite, if not a bit cold. Green eyes turned briefly to the slave girl by her side, giving her a brief nod of acknowledgement. It was less of a greeting than she likely would have gotten had she not been out with her mistress.

[Izra]

Izra was having a rather hard time. Normally, she would be curled up warmly as a cat, using her clothing and backpack as a blanket in an alleyway. She thought that would be the case, anyway. Unfortunately, the entire city seemed to be full of beggars, this night. What was she to do? Anything she had was likely to be stolen if she fell asleep as a cat, and much worse might be done if she happened to nod off in her current form(or so she was told by her mother), so here she was wandering the streets at night to see if there was anywhere she could sleep. She snugged her woolen cloak more tightly about her as she continued walking, dodging between dark places in the street to ensure her continued safety from anyone who might be seeking an easy night's wages out of her backpack. Much to her surprise, she saw a pair of women walking boldly down the street. At this late hour, what sort of person would do that? Even she was slinking in and out of the shadows to avoid too much notice. Intrigued, she moved slowly closer to watch the women. After a few minutes, she saw a shadowy form turn a corner and begin moving towards the women. She slowed her pace and became more careful in her sneaking, hoping she was not caught. Maybe she could learn something.