Fall 16th, 511 AV
Goshawk contemplated the gently undulating waters of the canal with an expression of distrust. The water, she remembered, was unnaturally chill and black. Black was beautiful on its own, but Goshawk disliked the cold. She remembered that it froze the air in her lungs and leadened her limbs so she couldn’t easily kick her way to the surface. She remembered the smooth pole shoved in after her, the ferrier that wielded it as part of his work having been the one who had knocked her into the frigid void.
That one day was the source of Goshawk’s current disdain at the innocently moving waters. She didn’t hate the water, no. She just held no trust in it. It could keep Ravok safe, but her? It didn’t love her.
Snorting, Goshawk leaned away from the water, turning her eyes to glance around warily. Dark onyx’ glared from her ash pale face, glittering ominously underneath dark eyelashes. Currently, Goshawk was wandering, wondering what she could do while she figured out a way to manipulate and connive her way into the noble households of Ravok. She had plans, but currently there existed little to no ways. She didn’t want to have to kill a member of the noble families to gain their attention. That would be suicide, and she could earn Rhysol’s ire. She didn’t want that.
For Rhysol, she would go to any extreme. If he wanted her to kill someone, she would. If she didn’t kill them already.
Goshawk turned from the gentle, lapping waters as a Ravosala skimmed by, carrying a load of three to the House of Immortal Pleasures. Goshawk smirked slightly as she considered what occurred in that sinful, alluring building. Whispers said that dark pleasures could include the hiring of an assassin to be rid of someone. Goshawk would love to arrange such a meeting, but she found it wise to bide her time going in like this would be stupid anyway until she was strong enough to be even considered for such an arrangement.
Her eyes flicked to an unoccupied Ravosala, the driver standing there idle, watching what she was doing, and Goshawk immediately took action. Until that moment she had been unsure of what she wished to do, but now that she was looking down at that man and his narrow, ornate boat, she desired to go and visit the Pit and observe the fighting there. It was always fun to watch the slaves fight for their lives. Goshawk was consumed by the desire to watch such a fight. She needed to yell and shout, to laugh, to see blood rained. The destruction of a life in such a fun game would surely be enough to cheer her up from whatever depression it was that had sunk in while she gazed down at the dark canal.
The slight girl clambered into the precariously swaying Ravosala, her dark eyes glaring defiantly at the driver who would rather stand there and ogle the pretty girls crossing a nearby bridge. With a similar glare, he shrugged and then pushed away from the walkway, beginning to pole down the canal in a generally southward direction.
“Your destination?” The man asked in a surprisingly deep, grating voice. Goshawk raised her eyebrows in incredulation at the sound before a slight smile touched the corners of her coral lips. Her eyes, as usual, remained untouched by the frosty smile.
“I’m going to the Pit.” She said, her voice cold and betraying the frigid warmth of her smile. The man showed his obvious surprise and looked down and back at her.
“Why would someone like you go there?” He asked her. She narrowed her eyes, her nose wrinkling, and waited to see if he’d realize she didn’t want to answer his question, yet when he didn’t look away an exasperated sigh escaped her.
“It truly is none of your business,” she replied, reaching up and cupping her chin in her hand, watching him to make sure he got to moving the boat to her destination. She didn’t mind the gentle sway as the pole dipped repeatedly in an out of the black water. She just wanted the time to pass.
Eventually, it did. The Ravosala hit the edge of another walkway and Goshawk immediately rose, hiking the skirt of her dress up some so she could dismount the boat and step onto the wooden planking. She reached into her purse and tossed the man a silver coin for getting her to her destination and stalked off without another word, neither in thanks nor to express her disdain. She just wanted to get into the Pit and watch the fight, but first she had to fight her way through the crowds.
Should be fun.
HA!
That one day was the source of Goshawk’s current disdain at the innocently moving waters. She didn’t hate the water, no. She just held no trust in it. It could keep Ravok safe, but her? It didn’t love her.
Snorting, Goshawk leaned away from the water, turning her eyes to glance around warily. Dark onyx’ glared from her ash pale face, glittering ominously underneath dark eyelashes. Currently, Goshawk was wandering, wondering what she could do while she figured out a way to manipulate and connive her way into the noble households of Ravok. She had plans, but currently there existed little to no ways. She didn’t want to have to kill a member of the noble families to gain their attention. That would be suicide, and she could earn Rhysol’s ire. She didn’t want that.
For Rhysol, she would go to any extreme. If he wanted her to kill someone, she would. If she didn’t kill them already.
Goshawk turned from the gentle, lapping waters as a Ravosala skimmed by, carrying a load of three to the House of Immortal Pleasures. Goshawk smirked slightly as she considered what occurred in that sinful, alluring building. Whispers said that dark pleasures could include the hiring of an assassin to be rid of someone. Goshawk would love to arrange such a meeting, but she found it wise to bide her time going in like this would be stupid anyway until she was strong enough to be even considered for such an arrangement.
Her eyes flicked to an unoccupied Ravosala, the driver standing there idle, watching what she was doing, and Goshawk immediately took action. Until that moment she had been unsure of what she wished to do, but now that she was looking down at that man and his narrow, ornate boat, she desired to go and visit the Pit and observe the fighting there. It was always fun to watch the slaves fight for their lives. Goshawk was consumed by the desire to watch such a fight. She needed to yell and shout, to laugh, to see blood rained. The destruction of a life in such a fun game would surely be enough to cheer her up from whatever depression it was that had sunk in while she gazed down at the dark canal.
The slight girl clambered into the precariously swaying Ravosala, her dark eyes glaring defiantly at the driver who would rather stand there and ogle the pretty girls crossing a nearby bridge. With a similar glare, he shrugged and then pushed away from the walkway, beginning to pole down the canal in a generally southward direction.
“Your destination?” The man asked in a surprisingly deep, grating voice. Goshawk raised her eyebrows in incredulation at the sound before a slight smile touched the corners of her coral lips. Her eyes, as usual, remained untouched by the frosty smile.
“I’m going to the Pit.” She said, her voice cold and betraying the frigid warmth of her smile. The man showed his obvious surprise and looked down and back at her.
“Why would someone like you go there?” He asked her. She narrowed her eyes, her nose wrinkling, and waited to see if he’d realize she didn’t want to answer his question, yet when he didn’t look away an exasperated sigh escaped her.
“It truly is none of your business,” she replied, reaching up and cupping her chin in her hand, watching him to make sure he got to moving the boat to her destination. She didn’t mind the gentle sway as the pole dipped repeatedly in an out of the black water. She just wanted the time to pass.
Eventually, it did. The Ravosala hit the edge of another walkway and Goshawk immediately rose, hiking the skirt of her dress up some so she could dismount the boat and step onto the wooden planking. She reached into her purse and tossed the man a silver coin for getting her to her destination and stalked off without another word, neither in thanks nor to express her disdain. She just wanted to get into the Pit and watch the fight, but first she had to fight her way through the crowds.
Should be fun.
HA!
