AV 509, 60th of Winter
The frog was a round fat thing, it’s only features two dead eyes and wide mouth twisting into a grin. It was an unremarkable frog, except for the scythe and jars labeled “Souls” by it. It was part of Malz’s deck, and under it in large letters was the word, or title, “Death.” However, it didn't look much like the death Malz was comparing it to. This death’s head was less frog shaped and more human shaped, silver hair going down its back and seemed to be smiling for no particular reason. At first Malz was puzzled, she assumed death would hate its job.
Malz had read death was the card of endings, and remembered it was like the icy grasp of winter to the trees. Forcing them to shed their leaves and start again with nothing. “Cruel bastard death is,” her father had written to her once. She tried to warm up her nose enough to smell for her father’s favorite ale on the parchment but to no avail.
It was a proper day to think about death this winter she felt. If it was cold enough to freeze your snot it was probably cold enough to freeze your blood, maybe that’s why the lady looked so dead. Malz didn’t look much better, having only a large wool shirt and jacket to protect her from the cold. While amused watching her own breath the winter day whilst going shopping, her attention had quickly shifted to the woman. She didn’t pay enough attention to tell what the stranger was doing, but enough to tell there was something wrong with her.
The Konti scratched her head, wishing she could itch the little annoying part in her brain that made her so curious. She made no effort to hide herself from the woman for she was much more interested in the shape of the face then trying not to seem suspicious. She hadn’t really seen anything like it, and desperately wanted a closer look.
Quickly she scooped up her stuff and headed over to the stranger. Malz knew she would have to lie somehow, and wondered how viable she'd be as a member of the city guard. She assumed it would be partly illegal but no obvious lawman seemed to be in ear shot.
“Hello Ma’am, I’m part of the-“
While thinking of the city guards at the gates, she realized they didn’t wear sweaters and skirts. Malz could in no way pass for one, and her plan failed as fast as she had walked up to the woman.
“-the, the-,” Malz stared off into the winter air as she tried to straighten her rail of thought. “Welcome Committee of Syliras, yes, and I wanted to know if you were settling into the city nicely and where you were from. You certainly don’t like you’re from here if you don’t mind me saying.”
‘Avalis protect me’, she thought. Malz herself looked a tad foreign, if not quite alien. Though she was confident in her fake position and still had the youthful, trustful aspect of a young 20 something, she obviously stuttered and tripped over her words. As Malz tried to smile at the stranger, the death card she was previously looking at slipped from her hand and landed on the snowy floor in front of her. As fast as she could manage she covered it with her foot and pretended nothing happened.
The frog was a round fat thing, it’s only features two dead eyes and wide mouth twisting into a grin. It was an unremarkable frog, except for the scythe and jars labeled “Souls” by it. It was part of Malz’s deck, and under it in large letters was the word, or title, “Death.” However, it didn't look much like the death Malz was comparing it to. This death’s head was less frog shaped and more human shaped, silver hair going down its back and seemed to be smiling for no particular reason. At first Malz was puzzled, she assumed death would hate its job.
Malz had read death was the card of endings, and remembered it was like the icy grasp of winter to the trees. Forcing them to shed their leaves and start again with nothing. “Cruel bastard death is,” her father had written to her once. She tried to warm up her nose enough to smell for her father’s favorite ale on the parchment but to no avail.
It was a proper day to think about death this winter she felt. If it was cold enough to freeze your snot it was probably cold enough to freeze your blood, maybe that’s why the lady looked so dead. Malz didn’t look much better, having only a large wool shirt and jacket to protect her from the cold. While amused watching her own breath the winter day whilst going shopping, her attention had quickly shifted to the woman. She didn’t pay enough attention to tell what the stranger was doing, but enough to tell there was something wrong with her.
The Konti scratched her head, wishing she could itch the little annoying part in her brain that made her so curious. She made no effort to hide herself from the woman for she was much more interested in the shape of the face then trying not to seem suspicious. She hadn’t really seen anything like it, and desperately wanted a closer look.
Quickly she scooped up her stuff and headed over to the stranger. Malz knew she would have to lie somehow, and wondered how viable she'd be as a member of the city guard. She assumed it would be partly illegal but no obvious lawman seemed to be in ear shot.
“Hello Ma’am, I’m part of the-“
While thinking of the city guards at the gates, she realized they didn’t wear sweaters and skirts. Malz could in no way pass for one, and her plan failed as fast as she had walked up to the woman.
“-the, the-,” Malz stared off into the winter air as she tried to straighten her rail of thought. “Welcome Committee of Syliras, yes, and I wanted to know if you were settling into the city nicely and where you were from. You certainly don’t like you’re from here if you don’t mind me saying.”
‘Avalis protect me’, she thought. Malz herself looked a tad foreign, if not quite alien. Though she was confident in her fake position and still had the youthful, trustful aspect of a young 20 something, she obviously stuttered and tripped over her words. As Malz tried to smile at the stranger, the death card she was previously looking at slipped from her hand and landed on the snowy floor in front of her. As fast as she could manage she covered it with her foot and pretended nothing happened.
