| . . ......... My journey is my destination. . . . . |
Winter 28th year 312AV
It was a rare sort of day. Not because the roads had flipped upside down again, nor was it due to vanishing buildings, or moving houses. No, those things just tended to happen in Alvadas. However what was out of place was the fact that Svan actually looked clean. His hair was free of dirt and stray twigs, the mud on his clothes had been washed off, even his skin seemed to lack the usual grime that coated him. Of course Svan had no plans of making this the norm. Today was a special day for him. It was after all, important to look good on the first day of one's job.
A gust of wind tore by Svan as he stood before the doors of the Sanity center. The snake flinched under the wind's breath. Petching cold. The winter was quickly reaching its peak, and the snake wouldn't last much longer before hibernation overtook him. He still had some energy but not nearly as much as he would have liked to have when going on a possibly lethal adventure. If Svan was lucky he might not even have to fight. That was the charm of mercenary work. One rarely knew what kind of mission lie ahead, but the snake had learned to expect the worse when going on these quests. It was that cynicism that had kept him alive for so long, and it was that cynicism that he hoped would keep him safe today as well. One however, would never know that Svan was wary of his new job due to the proud smile that stretched across his frosted bitten lips.
Soon after the creaking of the Sanity Center's door announced Svan's arrival, the snake quickly made a beeline for the desk. It scarcely took an aurist to tell that Svan was in a good mood today.
It was a rare sort of day. Not because the roads had flipped upside down again, nor was it due to vanishing buildings, or moving houses. No, those things just tended to happen in Alvadas. However what was out of place was the fact that Svan actually looked clean. His hair was free of dirt and stray twigs, the mud on his clothes had been washed off, even his skin seemed to lack the usual grime that coated him. Of course Svan had no plans of making this the norm. Today was a special day for him. It was after all, important to look good on the first day of one's job.
A gust of wind tore by Svan as he stood before the doors of the Sanity center. The snake flinched under the wind's breath. Petching cold. The winter was quickly reaching its peak, and the snake wouldn't last much longer before hibernation overtook him. He still had some energy but not nearly as much as he would have liked to have when going on a possibly lethal adventure. If Svan was lucky he might not even have to fight. That was the charm of mercenary work. One rarely knew what kind of mission lie ahead, but the snake had learned to expect the worse when going on these quests. It was that cynicism that had kept him alive for so long, and it was that cynicism that he hoped would keep him safe today as well. One however, would never know that Svan was wary of his new job due to the proud smile that stretched across his frosted bitten lips.
Soon after the creaking of the Sanity Center's door announced Svan's arrival, the snake quickly made a beeline for the desk. It scarcely took an aurist to tell that Svan was in a good mood today.
