Timestamp: 13th of Fall, 511 AV Location: The Enclave, Storytellers Well. Status: Open Finally, a chance to get warm. Rista flopped down into the large armchair with a delighted sigh and pulled the legs up beneath herself, wriggling around until she found a comfortable position. The flickering light of the many candles within the room was soothing to the eyes; the girl muffled a yawn behind the back of a hand and rubbed her eyes slowly before reaching for the book she had borrowed from one of the shelves. The day had been long and cold; it was raining heavily and the clouds hung low around the mountain, enveloping the stony city in a thick damp mist that made it seem as if the air had turned to water. She was sure it would have been possible to wring it out like a soaked rag. The girl was even more sure that she disliked it, always preferring warm, dry heat over damp and cold weather such as this. Her dislike for being out in the rain hadn't mattered much however, some work had to be done no matter what the weather was like. Such as unloading carts. The larger part of her day had been spent lifting sack upon sack of grain, dried meat and fruit and move it from the wagons to the lift at the Gate, where the food items were transported deeper into the city. She had been assisting Chiet and Dek along with several other yasi, the heavy work demanding a lot of her physical strength and endurance; it was safe to say that by the end of the day, Rista had felt both tired and sore as she staggered inside to grab something to eat. Not to mention that she was wet. Soaking wet, to the point where her fingertips had gained a raising-like structure and the dark hair felt as if it would never dry completely again. She was cold, damp, and even now as she with a full belly flipped through the pages of the book it was with chilled hands and clumsy fingers. To be honest she wasn't particularly interested in the contents of the book. The heavy volume within her hands was mostly an excuse to get to spend some time at the Enclave, enjoying the silence and peaceful atmosphere of the rooms. When a group of younger yasi came toddling through the room the mongrel looked up from the dusty pages and watched them pass with ill concealed curiosity; it was rather late for lessons, wasn't it? And such young kids were unlikley to want to study on their own, which suggested... Right. They were heading to the storytellers Well. A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, and after the group has passed by the half-breed girl let the book close and stood up, leaving the volume behind on a table as she slowly followed after the children. It had been a long time since she had been able to listen to the storytellers, and with the tired laziness that always seemed to envelop her when it rained, Rista found this to be a splendid opportunity to remedy that. Making sure to stay at the back of the room and not draw attention to herself, the older yasi followed the group into the octagonal room where the event would be held. She slipped into one of the seats at the highest of the tens steps, leaning her back against the wall behind her before pulling the legs up towards herself. Wrapping the arms around the knees the copper-skinned girl made herself comfortable and let the gaze wander around the room, taking in the sight of the tittling, whispering young Inarta as she waited for the main person of the evening to step in and take their place in the midst of the room. She yawned once more and leaned the cheek against one of the knees, secretly wishing for a warm blanket or a cup of some warm beverage to hold between the hands; it would be nice to feel warm again. |