Let me hear your voice a little Show me what you see (Nemuri Hime by Acid Black Cherry) Timestamp: 68th of Fall, 511 AV Like bits of the sun pale hair shone out of the corner across the heavy door. The others, mostly sailors going for a drink and university students talking in small groups, eyed him with suspicion. Although the slender shoulders and white tunics were often seen at the university corridors and in classrooms, they never saw him going out with companions or even having a long discussion. So they had stopped asking seasons ago. His gaze was all over the paper and the words covering it in neat, albeit small handwriting. An ink vial stood next to a full cup of kelp beer and the quill’s pointed end shimmered with black liquid. He didn’t move. History: Pre-Valterrian was on top of the list and then Diversity of Races and a few places and names that could be found scattered across the university grounds. However, they script became smaller and smaller towards the bottom so that the last line was all but legible to everyone who didn’t know his writing. Also, the shadow of his body half-covered the paper, the top appeared alive with the flames from the nearby fire. Sitting too close to it would only lead to quarreling and senseless fights or, if he was lucky, more suspicious glances. The cold didn’t bother him though, not even in Zeltiva where winter came earlier and hit harder. Sighing, he straightened and eyed the liquid. Looking through it dyed the flames in the fire pit golden, just as light and soft as ... the one thing he wanted to forget. As a reward for the thinking, he picked it up, took a sip. And coughed. There was a reason why kelp beer was said to have an “acquired taste”. |