Where The Lines End Up [Lynes]

by **Malz** on August 4th, 2012, 11:31 pm

67th of Summer

Being an artist was hard work, at least pretending to be one was. Not many would classify Malz under “Artist” especially with her current set-up on the street. She sat on the hard cobble surrounded by cards and pieces of paper somewhere in the residential area with a few other merchants with their laid out wares. She both loved and hated these merchants. They were amazingly deluded about the actual quality of their wares. It both fascinated and frightened her, like most of the things in the world.

She leaned against her case and tried to smile, truly she did, but her lips just limply sat there wanting to curl down into a frown. Malz had made an effort today, washing her shirt in a stream, and cleaning the charcoal off her skin. Brushed all the dirt off of her skirt, and though she did look strange wearing a scarf in the winter, deemed herself as generally presentable. Her hair finally restrained by a silver headband that covered the scales on her forehead. Finally, her green eyes allowed to see the world. “It’s a lot more ugly than I remember it.” She said to herself in the street corner, feeling the gravel dig into her palms.

All she wanted was a bit of inspiration, but her visions hadn’t given her much to work with. She had walked around almost the entire city, and still didn’t find anything of interest. Maybe the art block was good though, maybe it would give her insight into the frustration other artists face. Yes, then maybe she would create an amazing piece out of frustration and be celebrated everywhere.

The artist sat there for a few more minutes, wondering if it was a grand design fault in artists to expect everything to happen so… grandly. Maybe she needed to initiate something for once in her life. Then again, art block wasn’t a solid thing. You couldn’t lash out at it, couldn’t punch it in the face and then paint its mangled corpse.

Which really disappointed her, as violence was something she always liked to paint. Malz decided that it was a pleasant day, not to loud, maybe she could solve some riddles... She took out a crumpled paper from her hand and slowly began to read it… then began to write on it. It was her way of punishing puzzles that were bafflingly idiotic. She wrote “Readings – 1 gm, Answers – 1 sm, Drawing – 1 cm.” and put the paper down by her scattered about deck. It would help to earn a few mizas…

Malz lifted her dainty arm and targeted one of the many people in there. “You there, come get your fortune read!” she shouted cheerily, trying to force her green eyes to actually genuinely smile. She didn’t care much about who she actually pointed at, and if they would actually come. She just hoped someone daring enough would be willing to approach such an amazing person like herself…

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by **Lynes** on August 7th, 2012, 12:13 am

Lynes walked slowly through the streets of Syliras, watching the people around him cast their eyes down onto the merchandise the salesmen had prepared. He glanced at each salesmen merchandise, but ignored their encouraging words to take a closer look. With no interest in such miniscule things Lynes walked hoping for something interesting to present itself to him.

The sun shined upon his face and caused a shimmer off of his brindle hair as it flowed down to the top of his shoulders. He twitched his left arm at the uncomfortable presence of clothing that lay upon his body. He wore a simple white shirt that’s sleeves had been ripped off in his travels and a brown pair of pants. He skirted around the people as he walked, also dodging eye contact with any of them, as his golden eyes had been known to occasionally get a reaction that pointed out his race. Suppose that his brindle hair gave that away as well, but it seemed to be the eyes that would label him and be greeted by the shouts and chatter of the others in the immediate surrounding area.

Ahead of Lynes the street turned on a sharp left where the merchants only continued on and on as each dealer fought against the rest to make the most mizas they could. Mizas, that was a topic he would rather not be on. The whole of the cities revolved around currency. A rather vague life in Lynes' eyes, he would much rather be doing something productive towards a goal than to be pressing to make money that he would only spend on more meaningless things to increase his profit and then repeat.

To the right, in the corner before the turn came, sat a striking woman, but this one wasn't seated behind simple pointless objects. Instead, scattered around her were pieces of paper, as well as cards. He cocked his head at this woman as he watched to see what she would do, obviously not a merchant. He remained where he was, slightly out of sight of the woman so as not to attract her attention towards him as he observed. She had pale skin and her hair stopped at her shoulders, a bright white that required your attention. He couldn't tell her eye color from where he stood, as he was rather far off from her. She was rather thin and short as far as he could tell although she was seated.

He watched as she contemplated something, what, he didn't know. Whatever it was, it seemed to bother her as her eyes stayed on the items laid before her. She reached to a crumpled piece of paper and began to write on it. Lynes watched meticulously as he waited for what she was writing to be revealed. She seemed distant as she wrote, as if her thoughts weren't with her writing, but instead with another image, another idea. She finished her writing and placed her tool down beside her before placing the piece of paper down in front her. Rereading the paper to herself, she looked up, evidently satisfied with results and pointed a finger out to the crowd.

The finger was not pointed at him but his ears followed his eye's interests. She requested an audience of one and offered a fortune reading, for a price no doubt. He had no lack of money and carried fifty golden mizas on him currently, the rest was hidden on the edge of The Bronze Woods in a compartment he had dug. He thought about it for a minute and then sighed. His curiosity got the best of him, as it always does.

Avoiding the people that walked down the road he crossed it and made his way to her position. After reaching it he was met with beautiful emerald green eyes and what appeared to be a smirk, or perhaps an attempt at a smile. This sight brought made smirk graze his own lips and he left the piece of it where it landed as he looked at the piece of paper she had written on. Making out the words slowly, he saw that a reading cost 1 gold miza. Taking a seat across from her, Lynes reached into his pocket and retrieved one of the golden rimmed coins and placed it in between the two of them on top of one of the cards.

“I'd like my fortune then beautiful.” Lynes said, allowing his smile to spread to rest of his lips. “Let's make it interesting, if I may impose such a thing?”

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by **Malz** on August 8th, 2012, 11:03 pm

The Konti’s eyes grew wide with interest as the stranger approached her. He was much, much taller than anyone she had encountered before, and forced her to sit up straighter to even feel relevant in front of him. Her green eyes darted around like a fly, first to the card he set the Miza on, then to the eyes of the man. She saw a forest preserved in the amber, the glow of the sun reaching through the silhouettes of trees back out to the glowing eyes in front of her. An hourglass figure began to cast a shadow on the uneven ground before Malz was pulled out of her vision.

While the eyes of the artist went through a journey, the eyes of the company saw the life leave the woman’s face. Yet, before he could even get a word in about it, her smile surfaced up again and eyes became alive once more. It was like catching a strange creature dash out of the blind spot in your eyes, except not as bad for your health. If you do have strange creatures climbing out of there then you’re in much more trouble then encountering a Konti with barely enough arm strength to lift her briefcase.

Malz debated the stranger’s offer while biting her lip. “I would prefer it if things were more interesting!” She chimed up cheerily, smile slowly becoming more genuine. The escape from the busy city for just a few seconds was refreshing. “The city gets so slow sometimes, not nearly as exciting as the wilderness back at home, or outside the city walls for that matter.” She said softly as her small hands picked up the cards. The gift always was a fantastic conversation starter. She used to have to rely on things like the weather or risk silence. Now it was more of a game to find out what she had seen and pretend to seem knowledgeable about it.

She left the miza between them, not sure if the request was something rude or not. Malz was detached enough to not be hurt much by people, but still didn’t trust them. With the ability to see someone’s past her childish innocence was promptly set on fire and tossed down a pit. Malz had to accept it though, that was the price of knowledge sadly. She said a pray to Avalis in her head as she attempted to feel the energy of the cards.

by **Lynes** on August 10th, 2012, 8:58 pm

The female first straightened up when he approached, as he straightened her eyes traveled quickly from one place to another; As if she was searching for something. Lynes looked quickly at the items that surrounded her, but nothing seemed out of place. Then he returned his gaze to her, and her eyes at last fell on to him.

Looking into the woman's eyes, Lynes saw them drain of emotion. As if some paranormal being had snatched her soul and pour the contents into a flask. It struck him as extremely strange, but before he could even respond it had returned. Like the spiritual being had simply shaken the flask, opened up the top of frail being, and poured it back inside of her. This all happened so quickly; if someone were to blink they would miss the whole encounter.

Quickly a smile grazed her lips and she cheerfully agreed with him. She followed the acknowledge with the beginnings of a topic; speaking of how the city bothered her and that she liked the excitement, and fast pace of the wilderness more. The topic was an odd choice for her to have chosen, after all she appeared nothing like someone who grew up in the wilderness and lived as one with nature. No, she looked as if she had lived her entire life inside of the city's walls; why would she choose such a topic then?

Either way, it would have been very rude to let her topic starter hang between them and so he dawned the conversation, “I couldn't agree more with you. To have to watch each step, each move as you progress is without a doubt far more entertaining. If nothing else then at least the sounds of the forest are better than the sounds of a large city.”