Open A woman of East Street

[Bianca]

Early evening
6th Winter 512AV
East Street, one of the inns


Growing up on a ship, BIanca was quite used to noise and drunkenness of men and women alike. In fact this atmosphere of utter disarray and scandalous behaviour truly appealed to her. She watched with content as men became drunk out of their wits, as ladies with rosy cheeks and luscious bosoms entertained them. A man twice, or even three times her age had asked her to dance to the music of the fiddles and the drums, which filled the inn with merriment. And despite his lack of teeth and the stench of kelp beer hat came from his ragged clothing, Bianca gladly took his hand and began twirling with him much like she would with her brother's and uncles back in the Suvan Sea. Though the man had two left feet, he had the charisma to make up for it. And it was this toothless drunk which filled her heart with joy at the memories which filled her head as she danced.

The music was splendid indeed and it seemed that only buskers could conjure up something with so much life in it. Fiddles and drums alike played fast complicated melodies, rhythmic beats. The music spoke of the feeling one might had whilst drunk. The feeling of pure bliss, the joy of dancing and singing and company of strangers with whom one could share their stories without being judged. This was the spirit of her ship. The spirit of the sea which she carried with herself wherever she went.

Bianca was a porcelain doll of a girl indeed, with her ivory skin and blond hair adorned with a vast array of ribbons and beads, eyes which were the physical manifestation of the Suvan Sea on a woman's face, crowned with dark lashes. She dressed in a long skirt and a warm coat to ward away the frosty spirits of winter. But she had not the means of keeping the chill from bighting at her toes, for the sandals she wore were far inadequate to keep her feet warm. A mental note, she made, to buy herself new shoes. But dance was a glorious way to warm up and sitting back down in her place, she ordered another mug of beer.

Both men and women were interested in her presence. She was, after all, the youngest girl in the inn and innocence radiated from her, pulling bystanders to her like moths to a flame. All questioning her as to her business in Zeltiva. Asking her why they have never seen her around. A barrage of questions, all to which she replied politely that she had only just arrived from Ravok and that her business was the start of a new life. A silly thing indeed, for such information left her open to people who may wish to harm her. Had she been more mature, BIanca would not let so much information about herself pass, to every stranger she had met.

[Reaver Riatal]

A man smiled half drunkenly from the corner, eyes a piercing blue as he watched the merriment. Two black gloved hands where raised, his fingers flowing with the music though faster than one would expect of a man as drunk as he. The red coat he wore on his tall and thin body had been dirtied by a fall he had taken. Before he found his bottom firmly fixed on the wooden ground he had attempted to dance. Only to find his feet crossed over and time again, leading his feet to trip over a discarded chair. He was a bad dancer when his mind was sober, after four cups of kelp beer, he was even worse. Though this didn't discourage him from enjoying the evening. Happily he smiled as his hands continued to follow the flow of music. His head bobbing along causing his black hair to lazily flutter around his head. The ebony locks smooth and too long to be called short, but too short to be called long. One of his legs where still left up and over a chair, his brown boots swinging back and forth with his hands. He was in a joyous good mood this evening, though he was a little tipsy. Reaver was attracted to smiling, happy events, and the sound of good music. Well that and the delightful drinks, beautiful woman, and just a good time in general.

Reaver's scruffy looks had grown a little more as he had yet to shave today. He was only three days new to this town and he hadn't done much more than, drink, sleep, eat, and attempt to make new friends. It was hard to keep who you truly where and make friends regardless. Though he managed to pride himself in making one. Even if said person was in a more place of a hired help than actual friend. Regardless he'd count them among his ranks of friends. With a groan he decided to get to his feet, standing at a tall six feet and six inches his height was all that was imposing of him. His limps where long and thin, it was clear he was no brawler. And as his feet had him stumble to the dance floor once more he found himself taken by simply dancing alone. Or at least attempting to, though his sharp blue eyes normally where ablaze with intelligence he found it difficult to keep said intellect while inhibited. However the fun loving and charming smile kept spread across his face, drinking in the atmosphere as his feet moved more of their own volition. His eyes scanned the crowd half dancing and half staring, seeing most flock to one person, he was naturally curious to see who was receiving such attention. But doubted his ability to do more than the simple steps he was doing currently.

A stranger walked in and bumped him on the shoulder sending him towards the crowd. Stumbling and stammering his apologies he found his footing lost once again. Though rather than his rear, it was his face that quickly established a loving relationship with the floor. Laying there a moment a patron kicked his thigh to see if Reaver had passed out. Giving a grunt of pain he slowly pushed himself up and onto his knees. Falling back and landing on his bottom he looked around. Many laughed at his drunken folly, a few gave mocking praise for his skills as a dancer. This didn't bother him in the least, it was no different than most nights he had spent back home. As his eyes scanned the circle he noticed a woman, about his age perhaps. There was no shortage of good looks upon her, was she a local barmaid perhaps? Or a someone new? It mattered little as Reaver sought his footing once more, only to have himself tricked as he fell back to his previous position. Giving another grunt of pain he laid back. It was embarrassing to be made fun of while inhibited. But he'd rather be embarrassed then out in the cold street, alone, and bored. His eyes found the woman again, was she human? Or was she one of the Konti he had heard about? She defiantly had the pale skin and hair to suit the description, or was that the alcohol talking?

[Bianca]

From the corner of her eyes, Bianca noticed an clumsy motion of a man falling once again in a joy of intoxication. Without a deeper thought about it, she pulled her self from her chair and parted the crowds as he made her way towards him. He was staring at her continuously which for a moment made her wonder whether there was anything wrong with her appearance. But then again, his was even worse. An unshaven face could be seen nowhere else in the whole of Zeltiva, apart from this exact spot. And that's precisely what she loved so much about this place.

She crouched by him, blue eyes staring into his with both worry and laughter. "Are you ok there sir?"she asked, her voice melodic. Bianca wasn't known for her shyness.

[Reaver Riatal]

Reaver put a gloved hand to his face and slowly dragged it down, the scratching of his stubble on the leather of the glove entertained him a little. Enticing a half drunk giggle from his mouth. His blue eyes fixed on the woman becoming a little more sober as she asked for his well being. Racking his mind for an answer he blinked for a moment. Realizing that besides having feet that wouldn't obey him he was actually fine. Bringing up a long and thin arm and reaching blindly at anything, finding nothing to grab hold of it flopped into his lap. Giving a light grunt he sat up slowly, an arm behind him to support him. Managing to find his voice, he let out his own little sigh. "Uhh, I am in good health, though it seems my feet are not yet able to listen. To my commands, cursed things that they are." He chuckled lightly then looked at the woman, giving her face a closer examination. Squinting for a moment then blinking, he put his focus to her eyes. Then he figured it would be best not to be rude. "Are you alright as well? Things can be slightly h-hazardous." He was attempting to keep his intelligent mind in order, the booze was not making it easy.

The crowd around them was definitely starting to make him uncomfortable, he never was too good with being put on the spot. The young woman had sparked his curiosity. She had no reason to care about a stranger, particularly one that has been making a fool of himself time and again. Though admittedly that was due to the alcohol, there was still very little reason for her to associate with him. He kept looking at her, now realizing he had accidentally turned her query into a conversation. Though 'ignore the crazy drunk' was an option for her, he doubted that she'd chose to just walk off. Just from making an educated guess on her body language and the fact she was talking to him. Obviously he could be drastically wrong, but its what made sense to him. Blinking a few times he thought he heard her say something, or perhaps it was another mocking joke from a patron?