85th of Summer 515 AV
late afternoon, The Blue Bull
Everyone has habits and routines, some as simple as a cup of tea each morning, or things as complicated as constantly evolving martial training every other day. This is even more exaggerated while in a city. Getting up most every day, going to work, working, and moving on. Only every few days taking time to mix things up, not allowing for huge amounts of change or chaos in the life of a city goer.
This was slowly driving Zephari insane.
Having now spent the last two seasons in riverfall, Zephari found herself slipping into these types of habits and routines, the work, the daily places she would spend time at. Most of her nights that she came home from the mines and wasn't totally wrecked, she spent drinking at The Blue Bull. It had become her stress relief zone. It was a great place to unwind by partying with a bunch of random Akalaks whom she barely knew. This being a bi-daily occurrence has not helped the reduction in sanity.
On her days off Zephari would spend her time outside the city, exploring as far as she could, and by now she knew the area surrounding area of riverfall very, very well. But sadly she could only go so far, and it was very risky going out alone. She had been attacked several times, and run into wild animals. Luckily she had not had any really serious injuries other than a broken rib. For her entire life Zephari had found her happy place in exploring, and there was only so much to be done while confined to living within a city. Now even when exploring outside the city walls, Zephari found herself recognizing small details and places, even far outside the city limits by the southern cliffs. She was running out of happy place.
These were the thoughts on her mind as she walked the road from the Coalinga mines back to riverfall, knowing she was gonna want, and need a night out at The Blue Bull. The day had been rather hard, in that it was simply monotonous, uninteresting work. Recently Zephari had realized something needed to change, but she didn't know what. She enjoyed her job at the mines, and it was the most money she had ever made in her life by a massive amount, but it didn't feel right.
Reentering the city through it's massive guarded gates reinforced this feeling. It was something she had walked through over one hundred times now, and it certainly didn't feel right. Riverfall was a wonderfull and strange place, where she had experienced so many strange things she couldn't even count them at this point, but it still felt the same now, and that wasn't good. Knowing she couldn't resist, she just headed straight for her favorite place.
Upon arriving at the pub, she ordered her usual, spicy mix drink, but rather than join the crowd of cheering partiers like usual, she instead sat right at the bar in a slumped position. This was too big of a problem to just let slip. Sitting deep in thought for at least fifteen chimes, she didn't even notice how long had she sat there for.
This is the color of speech.
This is the color of thought.
late afternoon, The Blue Bull
Everyone has habits and routines, some as simple as a cup of tea each morning, or things as complicated as constantly evolving martial training every other day. This is even more exaggerated while in a city. Getting up most every day, going to work, working, and moving on. Only every few days taking time to mix things up, not allowing for huge amounts of change or chaos in the life of a city goer.
This was slowly driving Zephari insane.
Having now spent the last two seasons in riverfall, Zephari found herself slipping into these types of habits and routines, the work, the daily places she would spend time at. Most of her nights that she came home from the mines and wasn't totally wrecked, she spent drinking at The Blue Bull. It had become her stress relief zone. It was a great place to unwind by partying with a bunch of random Akalaks whom she barely knew. This being a bi-daily occurrence has not helped the reduction in sanity.
On her days off Zephari would spend her time outside the city, exploring as far as she could, and by now she knew the area surrounding area of riverfall very, very well. But sadly she could only go so far, and it was very risky going out alone. She had been attacked several times, and run into wild animals. Luckily she had not had any really serious injuries other than a broken rib. For her entire life Zephari had found her happy place in exploring, and there was only so much to be done while confined to living within a city. Now even when exploring outside the city walls, Zephari found herself recognizing small details and places, even far outside the city limits by the southern cliffs. She was running out of happy place.
These were the thoughts on her mind as she walked the road from the Coalinga mines back to riverfall, knowing she was gonna want, and need a night out at The Blue Bull. The day had been rather hard, in that it was simply monotonous, uninteresting work. Recently Zephari had realized something needed to change, but she didn't know what. She enjoyed her job at the mines, and it was the most money she had ever made in her life by a massive amount, but it didn't feel right.
Reentering the city through it's massive guarded gates reinforced this feeling. It was something she had walked through over one hundred times now, and it certainly didn't feel right. Riverfall was a wonderfull and strange place, where she had experienced so many strange things she couldn't even count them at this point, but it still felt the same now, and that wasn't good. Knowing she couldn't resist, she just headed straight for her favorite place.
Upon arriving at the pub, she ordered her usual, spicy mix drink, but rather than join the crowd of cheering partiers like usual, she instead sat right at the bar in a slumped position. This was too big of a problem to just let slip. Sitting deep in thought for at least fifteen chimes, she didn't even notice how long had she sat there for.
This is the color of speech.
This is the color of thought.
