Day 82 of Summer 513 AV The 19th bell Lhavit at night was something to see. As much as she would try to compare the jungle beauty of Taloba to the crystalline serenity of Lhavit, Kiyeri couldn't help but look in at awe when Syna would hide her gaze and the beauty of Zintila's works would shine. The natural bioluminescence of the city was something that was merely heard of. Now that she was actually there, she still couldn't believe it. It was her third night in Lhavit and she had finally gotten accustomed to wearing shirts and full leg garments. She wore a simple maroon shirt that exposed her shoulders and cream colored pants that hid her legs. On her feet, were a pair of boots that eased her horse riding and kept her toes free of debris. Her hair was braided back and her face was clear of any grime or dirt she may have gained on her way here. She had left her cloak and loincloth within the room that she stayed and so, for this night, she gave off the illusion of a native or a foreigner with a far more 'refined' background, instead of a travelling Myrian. People smiled at her, and Kiyeri tried to smile back and greet them in the best Common she knew to speak. She was not Kiyeri, the outcast, the unwanted from a race of unwanted people; but a visitor, a guest, a friend. She was on the wishing bridge, resting against it's posts as she ate yatani and watched people write on stones and throw them over the bridge she laid on. Kiyeri had realized that it had been long time she had seen people so lively and happy, before. She had been alone for such a long while, and while her travelling companions did make that loneliness bearable, it didn't give her the sense of normalcy that this did. "Beautiful night," she said to no one in particular, "a good night for wishing." |