![]() 75th of Spring, 513 AV On a quiet afternoon. Zeltiva, World's End Grotto. The 75th of Spring, 513 AV - on a fine, quiet and tranquil Zeltivan afternoon, the inhabitants of Zeltiva would be going about their daily jobs, duties, tasks and alike. As always, there'd be a few lazies who do nothing productive all day long and would just mess about the city, or just be walking around as they are unable, or perhaps don't want to - get a fair job to fund themselves and be productive. One of those people is Aerdoria. As her favourite passtime, she'd observe the map of Zeltiva, then go for a walk, trying to remember each and every little passageway and street there is. With the map rolled up and held in her right hand, she'd eventually get bored after two strolls by the Grotto. Upon examining it, Aerdoria would utter a soft sigh, looking around for a place to sit. Eventually, she'd set her sights onto a neat little spot in the shade, right by the Grotto's entrance. Of course, as she isn't fond of the sun slamming into her eyes, she'd quietly locomote herself over before sitting down, gripping onto the edge of the map with her left index finger and her left thumb, before rolling it out in front of her face by pulling her right hand upwards. The map of Zeltiva would now be displayed to Aerdoria, who would be biting her lower lip - having her body covered by the black leather armour she is currently wearing. Whilst examining the map, she'd carefully run her eyes over it before laying it down into her lap, almost looking like a lunatic to those who haven't seen her. She'd rest the map in her lap, placing her left, glove-clad hand onto it to support it, before running her right index finger over the map, backtracking each and every spot she had passed with a smile on her face. A soft chuckle is what she'd produce, the joyful chirp she uttered would force her to draw a smile over her face. "I'm getting better and better!" she thinks aloud before standing up, picking up the city map along the way before rolling it up, crumpling it a bit as she holds it in her right hand, turning for the entrance of the Grotto. A few people would enter, a few would exit - but she would stand there and observe the constant flux that's going in and out of the World's End Grotto. Though she'd scoff a little, she'd look around, the sun quite a bit underneath it's zenith. Raising her head, she would only be able to look at it for a brief moment before turning away, holding the rolled-up map clenched in her right hand. Turning her head away, she'd stuff the map to a slot that she has for it on her leather bandolier. With a yawn, she'd walk over to the entrance before lazily pushing the door open before stepping inside. Upon arrival to the interior of the World's End Grotto, she'd stretch whilst examining the patrons, nodding to a few of them before proceeding farther into the Grotto. Upon reaching the middle, she'd pivot herself around a little, turning towards the barmaid, waving at her before walking over in an austere, almost militaristic fashion. She'd offer the barmaid a polite smile that glows with content and happiness, her black hair somewhat draping over her shoulers. As she's now close enough, she softly sets her gauntlet-clad hands onto the bar, gently drumming her fingers, although insipid, the tune would be new to some, due to the fact it's basically her own little thing. The steel of her gauntlets squabbles against her somewhat tender hands as she keeps smiling at the barmaid. Her tune would eventually start getting half decent, but it would all be ruined by the ruckus that's being spawned by her gauntlets, which collide against the bar ever so harmlessly, despite them being teethed and made out of steel. The drumming now gets a bit louder, and may attract some attention, but then she'd stop - still smiling at the barmaid. Retracting her hands before allowing them to freely dangle by her side, she'd give her a brisk, energetic nod before releasing an introverted "Hello.", directed at the barmaid. Upon greeting her, she looks around for a little bit, biting onto her lower lip ever so softly. |