51 summer 512 AV
That morning, when she woke up, Ainyi had seen the ocean. Before coming to Zeltiva, she had never seen the ocean. It looked like any other body of water, it was just...bigger. It smelled saltier. The air felt different around it. But it was, in a way...calm. She decided that she liked the ocean, even if she didn't like being calm.
Calm. The word sounded funny even in her head as she walked aimlessly through the streets of the town. It didn't bother her to do that as it had in Alvadas, because she knew that if she walked around the corner to turn around, the same shops would be in the same place they had always been, and if she was ever lost, she could ask directions, and they would actually work. With her horse in the stable, her hawk Braghna on the loop of her pack, and her talon sword and bow readily accessible if needed, she just took to exploring the town she seemed to be living in indefinitely. The Rich man wouldn't mind. Alric was most likely off attending to the reason he came here. In the mean time, she took to trying to settle. Or blend in. Or whatever she was supposed to call it.
It felt good to blend in...well, sort of. This whole time, Ainyi had worn her traditional garb from her home, uncaring of the looks that the Vinati and Bhryda drew. At least she was clean this time. When they rolled in from the land route on the continent, she had never been caked in so many dirts and grimes at once. She almost didn't recognize herself after she had bathed, and untangled her mahogany locks. For once, her glass beads in her hair didn't chink together because it was all pleated in a single braid down her back, unlike the unruly norm. She wondered if perhaps this was her attempt to assimilate, or to change her ways to her environment. She hadn't felt like she was; she still had her accent, her Inartan way of life, yet something was changing.
Well, to be fair, -everything- was changing. She may not be in Alvadas, but it certainly felt like change hadn't stopped. She wondered, honestly would. Would she ever find a home again? Would she ever settle down, and live in that strange word "calm"? It was all too much to think about and know where she was going.
And that's when she saw it.
Deep bronzed orange and a teal blue, in a single silken fabric, dressing a beautiful woman. She was accompanied by a man in similarly formal attire, both laughing over something before walking into an open passage.
Rich people. Come to think, she hadn't seen other people of wealth than Alric yet on her travels. She finally stopped and looked around to see where she was and guessed it was West Street. She had asked the person manning the desk at the inn she stayed at about general locations, and the wealth that suddenly rose up around her was quickly matching the description.
She was doing more thinking than she was used to. She was growing uneasy with all of the calm, the thinking, the not doing. If she was supposed to help Alric, maybe she just needed to learn more about his people. How else was she supposed to do that other than to observe?
She looked at the entrance. A man watched nearby, blond haired, with a bow. It looked stronger than her own, and he certainly had more arrows than she. Perhaps...how to go about this...
Ainyi stopped and shook her head. She would get in. Somehow, someway. She didn't need to think about how. She just needed to do.
With that, she briskly began walking toward the entrance, and just tried to act like she belonged. Even if it was painfully obvious that she didn't, it was a fair attempt. In plus, you only looked threatening with weapons if you looked like you were going in to use them.
Well, she hoped at least.