by Whisper on May 27th, 2012, 3:42 am
After waiting an hour or so for the numbness to fade, she emptied out her bag onto her bed and slung it over her shoulder in case she bought or found something while she was out. She gave a sharp whistle as she neared the door and Ryek was in the air and flying towards the opening door. He soared out and up, using the currents to glide upwards. Whisper watched him climb for a few moments from the doorstep before hoisting herself up to wall, using the familiar finger-holes to scale the wall to the street above. The ritualistic chore of climbing made that particular wall easy, but only because she knew each crack so well from every departure and arrival to her home.
She looked around at the damaged buildings, thanking the gods that she lived far away from the temple and that her side of the city didn't get hit two hard by the storm. Now that wasn't to say there wasn't any damage, in fact it was hard to practice her parkour around her home now since she couldn't trust the stability of some structures. She started in the direction of the Merchant's Ring, hoping the storm didn't hurt the shipments of goods too much, but she had to actually walk now. She would rather be running, jumping through the air, and rolling across roofs to get there, but it just wasn't worth the possible injury; She just couldn't afford to get injured.
It was such a long and boring walk though! The only thing to entertain herself was her own thoughts and they weren't much help. Maybe I'll come across something no one is attending and I could take it for "safekeeping". she thought, but as she passed yet another Ebonstryfe, that thought vanished as there would be no way she could pull off something like that with the increased activity of Rhysol's minions.
Poisons aren't illegal but thievery is, what kind of twisted logic is that? The playful thought made her chuckle, but it was fun to play it out. Thievery is merely... "displacing" an object and "placing" it somewhere else. Poisons kill people or lead to them being killed. She'd rather have something stolen from her than her being dead, wouldn't everyone? Not that she minded, selling poisons were her main source of income afterall.
Coming up on the Merchant's Ring, it wasn't a pretty sight, but some were still managing. She took a glance around at some of the worse off buildings, hoping to find maybe a bauble or something, but it seems she was too late for that as any merchandise on the surface was either taken or already reclaimed by the owners. It would cause too much attention if she tried to look through the damaged buildings so that was out of the question.
A quick look in her coin purse was all that she needed to convince herself not to go further in, seeing that she might not even make it through this spring with her money. Another reason she had to work harder at her poisons. Or what about getting a second job? That wasn't out of the question, but what she do besides low-level manual work? Shoving that thought out for later, she rerouted herself for the city entrance, hoping they weren't too edgy to not let her out and practice some herbalism. |
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Whisper on May 29th, 2012, 9:35 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved."
-Helen Keller