Closed Wheeling and Soaring.

[Albireo]

It came like a song In the day, the way I play When I get off on a feeling Of wheeling and soaring through space. Altogether Alone by Be The Voice Spring 65, 513 AV. Countless strolls through the warming weather and growing amount of sunlight had gotten Suria acquainted with less dangerous paths in the Misty Peaks. Not all her walks led outside the gates though, she also familiarized herself with the City of Stars itself without really meaning to. Like a puzzle: Once she found one part, she had also collected hints for others. Through picking up thoughts and ideas in the streets of Lhavit, their patterns slowly sank into her body. During that particular noon rest she was roaming the outer streets and alleys, a short Vantha in dark clothing, with black hair and the olive tan natural to her people. Features smoothed into a sober expression, steps trailing here and there, ever-changing rainbow eyes observing, inspecting, admiring. Although she was looking for something, she couldn’t describe what. Suria sighed and started collecting pink bulboru flowers from street corners just to distract an idle mind. Lhavitians were used to the sight of skyglass on rooftops, windowsills, ornamenting and enriching the city at every corner. Not so common was moving skyglass, blue and violet tones specked with the glitter of stars hovering above the earth. No, not hovering. The Okomo had entered her street and was approaching her. Suria stood still. Lhavitians welcomed them into daily life with pleasure, but as a mere visitor the Vantha had kept a respectful distance so far. It seemed like the animal itself wished to get to know her better though. Its size, more horse than antelope, and the glittering horns made for an impressive sight. Nostrils widened as it took in her scent. There would be parchment, ink and dust, remnants of her workplace. Maybe flowers? Then the Okomo lowered its head and tugged at her hand. Suria released breath she had been holding and almost laughed. It was munching on the bulboru! A hand reached up to feel the smooth horns, dusty, but shimmering underneath. Then it fell on creamy ivory fur. Soft warmth embraced her fingers as she stroked it again and again. Somewhere underneath that coat and flesh a heart was beating, she realized suddenly, a heart not unlike hers – the pulse of life and an instinct for survival.

[Xylona Redwater]

It had been a fairly slow day for Xylona. She had looked the majority of the day, but there seemed no spare jobs to be found in the entire city. Deciding she ought to quit before she became frustrated, Xylona had taken a break.

Now, she walked leisurely through whatever street her heart so desired. The calming effect was slowly taking hold and cooling her frustration until it was scarcely there at all. Xylona breathed in the air deeply. It felt light in her lungs- still damp from the morning air yet laced with the smell of sunshine and the promise of warmth to come. It was a good feeling, and left the girl with an overall contentment as she continued to wander the streets. Time well wasted, she thought to herself.

Before long, Xylona was hungry. It made sense, for she had been searching the majority of the morning without a break. Noon was near as well and therefore, lunch. So, without too much more thought, she turned around and set course for her apartment, albeit a tad reluctantly. It was as she turned around for home, though, that something caught her eye.

A woman, dressed in dark clothing and holding a few blossoming bulborus was standing silently by an Okomo. She seemed slightly unnerved by the creature, her hand reaching out cautiously to offer the flowers. Her dark hair shielded her face from view, leaving Xylona suspicious of the woman's intentions. If she had something to hide, there was no doubt she was doing something wrong. Xylona's body tensed, ready to intervene at the slightest provocation. However, when the woman lifted her hand to stroke the magnificent creature, all suspicions were erased. There was such love- such fascination with the simple beauty in her gentle touch, she knew no one who could love an animal like that would ever harm a soul.

Curiosity drew Xylona closer, yet experience kept her far enough not to disturb the woman. Maybe she would just observe awhile, just to watch this sweet lady, and see how she handled things. She was in fact, a marvel. The way she approached the world, even these alleyways, as though it were all a new adventure. She showed nothing but compassion for even the Okomo.

Xylona's subconscious whispered lightly in her mind. You might learn a thing or two about kindness. But the thought was quickly buried under her many other thoughts; so quickly she didn't have time to reprimand herself. Just time to watch, listen, observe, and learn.

[Brandon Blackwing]

Xylona Redwater

XP Award:

• Observation +1
  

Lore:

• Wasting Time During A Break
• Observing the interaction between Okomo and Vantha
  

Notes:
Ehm…. It’s not like I can say anything about this…. Good job?....

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