36th of Fall, 515 AV
”Miss? Hello? Miss?”
Gods, this was strange. Alvadas had been trapped in an endless night for a couple of days now, Leth permanently frozen high up in the sky. The stars had been merrily dancing alongside Him for a lot more than twelve bells. Not only that, but it appeared that night wasn’t the only state that Alvadas was trapped in. She’d heard people in the Bazaar talking about the half of the city that was constantly bathed in Syna’s light, yet Aislyn was yet to see it. Rather remarkable, that.
That brought her to the question at hand; were there people sleepwalking on Syna’s side of the city as well?
”Miss? Are you sleeping?”
Aislyn had been once again, enjoying the darkness, for what must have been the fifth day (night) in a row. Or maybe it was the tenth night. Now that there was no day to interrupt the night cycles, were the nights considered doubled, or extended? Did that make this one long night, or did the sun simply rise behind the curtain of darkness? Would it affect the season change? Ionu only knew. Either way, Lyn had run into several people so far that were in the same state this woman was; fast asleep, and quickly walking. This, however, was the first time she’d seen a sleepwalker carrying things.
A small basket of what appeared to be art supplies- paints, charcoals, and parchments, tucked under her arm and somehow just barely managing to stay upheld. It wasn’t going to stay there for long, however, and Aislyn, spying an opportunity, had noticed this. Of course, she tried to wake the woman up first. Even as Thief, the artist was a woman of fairness. But when Ionu kept the mystery stranger in a never ending sleep, and the basket, as she had predicted, slipped out from her hands, Aislyn decided to capitalize.
But mere seconds after picking up the newfound materials, everything got very, very bright.
And very, very loud.
Letting out a hiss of discomfort, the woman’s hands flew to her eyes, trying to shield herself from the damaging light. She’d never been very good with bright light to begin with, nevermind after being exposed to nothing but darkness for five days. And then there was the noise; Loud, merry music, and the chatter of people just around the corner. The mysterious woman had disappeared, replaced with a colourful crowd, all painted in tints of pink and yellow, the sunrise- or sunset, Aislyn couldn’t tell- decorating their silhouettes. There were easels set up, canvases on the ground, dancers teaching lessons, musicians filling the air with intermixing songs.
Drawing her eyes up to the sky, Aislyn found a stark contrast to the beautiful blues and blacks of the night. Clouds, not stars, danced along the edge of the setting sun as it appeared to continuously drift down the horizon. Or, the woman thought, squinting, perhaps it was not moving at all. Like the moon, the sun appeared to be frozen in a constant status of indecisiveness on whether it was going to rise at all. It was a beautiful sight, and, just as every other artist appeared to be, Aislyn felt drawn into the festivities. Maybe she could get some work done, while the sun hovered just below the sky. After all, she hadn’t been able to fulfill requests during the unfortunate events near the beginning of the season, so there was a few of them piled up. She was sure there would be at least one that could be bent into a picture of the sky.
And maybe, after that, she’d even interact with some of the other artists.
What a strange thought.
”Miss? Hello? Miss?”
Gods, this was strange. Alvadas had been trapped in an endless night for a couple of days now, Leth permanently frozen high up in the sky. The stars had been merrily dancing alongside Him for a lot more than twelve bells. Not only that, but it appeared that night wasn’t the only state that Alvadas was trapped in. She’d heard people in the Bazaar talking about the half of the city that was constantly bathed in Syna’s light, yet Aislyn was yet to see it. Rather remarkable, that.
That brought her to the question at hand; were there people sleepwalking on Syna’s side of the city as well?
”Miss? Are you sleeping?”
Aislyn had been once again, enjoying the darkness, for what must have been the fifth day (night) in a row. Or maybe it was the tenth night. Now that there was no day to interrupt the night cycles, were the nights considered doubled, or extended? Did that make this one long night, or did the sun simply rise behind the curtain of darkness? Would it affect the season change? Ionu only knew. Either way, Lyn had run into several people so far that were in the same state this woman was; fast asleep, and quickly walking. This, however, was the first time she’d seen a sleepwalker carrying things.
A small basket of what appeared to be art supplies- paints, charcoals, and parchments, tucked under her arm and somehow just barely managing to stay upheld. It wasn’t going to stay there for long, however, and Aislyn, spying an opportunity, had noticed this. Of course, she tried to wake the woman up first. Even as Thief, the artist was a woman of fairness. But when Ionu kept the mystery stranger in a never ending sleep, and the basket, as she had predicted, slipped out from her hands, Aislyn decided to capitalize.
But mere seconds after picking up the newfound materials, everything got very, very bright.
And very, very loud.
Letting out a hiss of discomfort, the woman’s hands flew to her eyes, trying to shield herself from the damaging light. She’d never been very good with bright light to begin with, nevermind after being exposed to nothing but darkness for five days. And then there was the noise; Loud, merry music, and the chatter of people just around the corner. The mysterious woman had disappeared, replaced with a colourful crowd, all painted in tints of pink and yellow, the sunrise- or sunset, Aislyn couldn’t tell- decorating their silhouettes. There were easels set up, canvases on the ground, dancers teaching lessons, musicians filling the air with intermixing songs.
Drawing her eyes up to the sky, Aislyn found a stark contrast to the beautiful blues and blacks of the night. Clouds, not stars, danced along the edge of the setting sun as it appeared to continuously drift down the horizon. Or, the woman thought, squinting, perhaps it was not moving at all. Like the moon, the sun appeared to be frozen in a constant status of indecisiveness on whether it was going to rise at all. It was a beautiful sight, and, just as every other artist appeared to be, Aislyn felt drawn into the festivities. Maybe she could get some work done, while the sun hovered just below the sky. After all, she hadn’t been able to fulfill requests during the unfortunate events near the beginning of the season, so there was a few of them piled up. She was sure there would be at least one that could be bent into a picture of the sky.
And maybe, after that, she’d even interact with some of the other artists.
What a strange thought.