Estrellir went unusually still as he explained the sweet whispers. It sounded like that irresistible thirst after periods of drinking more than was good, after testing the effects of the latest plaything every Dynast was raving about. That hunger for more, that trick of the mind that her body needed whatever it was to survive. So, even though Thomas had mentioned worse symptoms, Estrellir knew just how seriously she had to take overgiving.
The remark about writing assignments almost escaped her attention and was pushed aside in favor of more interesting topics. The Konti grinned. “There are many kinds of tea, both strong and weak, soothing and arousing. Still, it’d be a pity if what you said was true. There seem to be many different establishments around though, surely one of them could offer more exotic entertainment?”
As they walked away from the tower, Estrellir finished stuffing her pipe and lit it with the routine of an experienced smoker. Tilting her head back, she released the first blueish cloud with a content sigh. The Konti had a good idea of how her habits appeared to others – a weakness, relying on substances to calm her down. They didn’t know it was her decision though. A choice, every time.
Of course, the inn would be called Shooting Star. Estrellir gestured. “Of course. If nothing else, I’m curious what you deem an interesting crowd. But do tell, how long have you been here and where are you from originally?”
They arrived at the inn soon enough, unmistakably the large building with white pillars and star-shaped ornaments. Even the interior was all whites and rich golds, almost blinding her. As they had arrived after the midday rush, halfway into noon rest, most tables were empty. Estrellir, having extinguished her pipe prior to entering, carefully put it back into her pocket and sat.
When the waiter approached, she went for a light lunch and an entire bottle of wine (to share, obviously), inquiring about available brands. Eventually she settled on his recommendation, the house wine, and turned back to Thomas. “I hope you’ll forgive me if I don’t know how to go from here. Improvisation seems to be a major part of this idea. Observation too, although there aren’t many people here now…”
The remark about writing assignments almost escaped her attention and was pushed aside in favor of more interesting topics. The Konti grinned. “There are many kinds of tea, both strong and weak, soothing and arousing. Still, it’d be a pity if what you said was true. There seem to be many different establishments around though, surely one of them could offer more exotic entertainment?”
As they walked away from the tower, Estrellir finished stuffing her pipe and lit it with the routine of an experienced smoker. Tilting her head back, she released the first blueish cloud with a content sigh. The Konti had a good idea of how her habits appeared to others – a weakness, relying on substances to calm her down. They didn’t know it was her decision though. A choice, every time.
Of course, the inn would be called Shooting Star. Estrellir gestured. “Of course. If nothing else, I’m curious what you deem an interesting crowd. But do tell, how long have you been here and where are you from originally?”
They arrived at the inn soon enough, unmistakably the large building with white pillars and star-shaped ornaments. Even the interior was all whites and rich golds, almost blinding her. As they had arrived after the midday rush, halfway into noon rest, most tables were empty. Estrellir, having extinguished her pipe prior to entering, carefully put it back into her pocket and sat.
When the waiter approached, she went for a light lunch and an entire bottle of wine (to share, obviously), inquiring about available brands. Eventually she settled on his recommendation, the house wine, and turned back to Thomas. “I hope you’ll forgive me if I don’t know how to go from here. Improvisation seems to be a major part of this idea. Observation too, although there aren’t many people here now…”
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