5th of Winter, 515 AV. Nightfall. Streets of Zintia.
Ingrid tottered on her way out of The Scholar's Demise. A gentleman by the name of Markai assisted her uneven steps to the door, which he graciously opened for her. The man's chuckles mingled with her laughter. Even in the state she was in, she couldn't deny he was handsome in a rugged sort of way. Shoulder length black hair framed a tan visage. A pale scar ran down his cheek to follow the contour of his jaw. His clothing was not fine or ornate, but simple and threadbare and he had a muscular figure that filled it out well. During the course of their conversation, he had mentioned performing mercenary work in the past. That, she definitely could believe.
Ingrid may of well kissed him had he been more bold. But the moment lingered a bit long and the bitter cold and harsh wind outside did much to sober her up. She proffered her hand to him and smiled. "Well...so long. It was educational."
Markai shook her hand, and she found the warmth of his touch very pleasing in contrast to the outside chill. "Take care of yourself, Ingrid. You sure you don't want me to walk you to the Inn? It's really no trouble."
Ingrid realized their handshake had been far too long to be considered friendly and released abruptly and stuffed her hand unassumingly into a cloak pocket. "Oh that is kind...of you. But no. Just a short walk. Well... Bye!"
She nearly slipped outside the place, but managed to maintain enough balance not to look an entire fool. Ingrid laughed and did a silly little jig to cover up her clumsy overcompensation but regretted it immediately, realizing she probably looked more ridiculous than if she had actually fallen on her arse. She waved and practically ran away after that.
Lhavit was bathed in Leth's radiance, giving the pavement and buildings a beautiful but ghostly appearance. Ingrid was surprised how cold it was. She stumbled down the main thoroughfare, passing by other nameless individuals bundled against the elements much as she was. "Why is... it so... petching cold?!" she said aloud in a shivering voice. Her place of stay, the Shooting Star Inn, lay not too far away. She could hazily make out the rounded pillars in the distance.
She reviewed her farewell handshake with Markai and laughed self-deprecatingly. Educational? Seriously Ing? The man probably thought her an absolute idiot and she was inclined to agree with him.
Ingrid pulled her cloak tight around her, stubbornly plodding through the chilly gusts. She was nearly there....
Ingrid tottered on her way out of The Scholar's Demise. A gentleman by the name of Markai assisted her uneven steps to the door, which he graciously opened for her. The man's chuckles mingled with her laughter. Even in the state she was in, she couldn't deny he was handsome in a rugged sort of way. Shoulder length black hair framed a tan visage. A pale scar ran down his cheek to follow the contour of his jaw. His clothing was not fine or ornate, but simple and threadbare and he had a muscular figure that filled it out well. During the course of their conversation, he had mentioned performing mercenary work in the past. That, she definitely could believe.
Ingrid may of well kissed him had he been more bold. But the moment lingered a bit long and the bitter cold and harsh wind outside did much to sober her up. She proffered her hand to him and smiled. "Well...so long. It was educational."
Markai shook her hand, and she found the warmth of his touch very pleasing in contrast to the outside chill. "Take care of yourself, Ingrid. You sure you don't want me to walk you to the Inn? It's really no trouble."
Ingrid realized their handshake had been far too long to be considered friendly and released abruptly and stuffed her hand unassumingly into a cloak pocket. "Oh that is kind...of you. But no. Just a short walk. Well... Bye!"
She nearly slipped outside the place, but managed to maintain enough balance not to look an entire fool. Ingrid laughed and did a silly little jig to cover up her clumsy overcompensation but regretted it immediately, realizing she probably looked more ridiculous than if she had actually fallen on her arse. She waved and practically ran away after that.
Lhavit was bathed in Leth's radiance, giving the pavement and buildings a beautiful but ghostly appearance. Ingrid was surprised how cold it was. She stumbled down the main thoroughfare, passing by other nameless individuals bundled against the elements much as she was. "Why is... it so... petching cold?!" she said aloud in a shivering voice. Her place of stay, the Shooting Star Inn, lay not too far away. She could hazily make out the rounded pillars in the distance.
She reviewed her farewell handshake with Markai and laughed self-deprecatingly. Educational? Seriously Ing? The man probably thought her an absolute idiot and she was inclined to agree with him.
Ingrid pulled her cloak tight around her, stubbornly plodding through the chilly gusts. She was nearly there....
