"And you can't save me now. I'm in the grip of a hurricane. I'm gonna blow myself away." Timestamp: Season of Summer, 64th Day, 512 AV – Evening The city stank worse than Rivarian horse manure. This thought had all but taken over Naeya's mind from the moment she'd arrived in Syliras. When she woke up, the smell permeated her existence. When she went about her day, it only worsened. And when she went to bed at night, the stink remained. The young Konti woman wasn't much of a drinker - in fact, it was a rare occasion to see a mug of ale in her scaled hand. Tonight, however, was one such occasion. In order to escape the smell, she'd run off to The Rearing Stallion. She had a sneaking suspicion, supported by past experiences told to her by friends, that a drink might make her more immune to the smell (or at least more apathetic). And right now she told herself that she wanted nothing more. A deeper and more pervasive truth was that Naeya was feeling deeply homesick. She had been away from home for nearly thirty days, and still had many, many more of these days to go. It was her first time outside of Riverfall, and so far she'd seen two cities and a lot of sea. The first city, Alvadas, had succeeded only in frightening her with its unnerving and unnecessary illusions (a feature which she hoped never to return to). The second was Syliras which, at this point, wasn't doing so well for itself either. Naeya sat on a barstool with a half-empty mug of ale in front of her. Pale blonde hair fell halfway down her back, a clear contrast against her long, jade green dress. Truthfully, it wasn't really the comparison of Riverfall to the foreign cities that was affecting her the most. It was the lack of her family, her friends... the scarcity of what was most familiar. She had grown closer to her travelling companion, but the Symenestran girl was no Kobalt. No Behren. No Imass. She swirled a finger around the rim of the mug, and glanced sideways at the people who populated the tavern. Tonight... tonight was for forgetting. For pretending. Tonight was for becoming someone else: someone who wasn't so homesick and sad and far away from everyone and everything that she loved. "Bartender! I'll have another one." |