21st Day of Autumn, 398AV - Worlds End Grotto, Just After Sunset... The Worlds End Grotto had stood since before the Valterrian, of that much the were-creature knew. It had withstood the destruction and mayhem and become a sort of haven for those who need a place to see friendly faces and drown their fears. She had wandered here, as she had done so many times now in the past ninety odd years, to gain her bearings and perhaps a little coin. As she wandered the streets her autumn features melted away with each slow almost surreal footstep, like so many dried up dead leaves lost in the wind. She was left in her konti skin, and breathed a low sigh of relief. Entering the establishment, she moved towards the bar, seeking out the inn keeper with a wide and bubbly smile. The previous keep, and the keep before had known her by face, but he had gotten older and older and eventually a new face replaced his. This face was not familiar, but had certain features of familiarity. A relative, or son perhaps. "Good evening sir, I hope I find you well. Perchance you are looking for an entertainer for the evenings? I am a songstress, and I ask only for a meal and a place to sleep for my pay." Smiling on at the man, she blinked softly as he looked at her with a solemn face. "Nope, not currently. Ain't needin' anyone. Got 'im." With a raised eyebrow he pointed at the small seedy man sitting at the fireplace, plucking painfully on an out of tune lute. His voice was that of gravel rolling down a mountain. Turning back to the innkeep, she shrugged. "Well, I suppose if you have him..." Pausing, she tilted her head and raised a finger with curiosity. "You look awfully familiar..did your father work here before you? I remember he was a lovely man. He had me perform for a whole season once." Allowing her words to work on the keep, she turned her head to feign interest in the lutist. It always happened like this. They said no, then they got remembering and nostalgic. Then they recalled a woman singing when they were children. Eventually they gave her a chime. That's all the time she needed. Everywhere she went, it always went the same. As she looked on at the lutist, Lilium ignored the patrons in the bar. They were always the same people, different era's, different problems. Her eyes didn't even pick out faces anymore, just...people. |