12th Winter, 507 AV Halls of Avanthal, Evening Pah! Blasted hag. Such were the thoughts of the young Amireh Vistas. Left to wander the idle halls of Avanthal she was a creature of strangeness among the stone, clad in the unique fashions of her own design; a long, fine dress sat atop her torso, the silken material cut in all places above the chest in an effort to reveal as much dark, olive skin as possible. The only facet that kept the material clung to the girl's body was nothing more than the taunt and tight pull, twofold in design to both accentuate her features and prevent any unwanted exposure. Her lower torso was just as bereft as the top, the sides of her legs all but nude with material only falling in service to cover both the front and shaped backside, loose silk swaying in constant motion of seductive hips. Two, piercing blues eyes gazed out from beneath a tossed, messy style of hair, idle in their machinations with little more intent than to stare. Somehow through all of this the click-clatter of her boots on the rough flooring escaped her attention, the void of sound not usual within Amireh's mind. Trying to keep me in. Tonight! Of all nights. What a bitch. This place was so boring. Boring walls. Boring ceilings. Boring people. The Vani were musical, flamboyant, lively, they held such beauty in their art, carving life as it was. Everything they did was elegant, so full of purpose and meaning. Amireh hated it. At times she wanted to send the whole of the hold into the void, to tear the base apart brick by brick and cast the inhabitants out in the wilderness, just to stir things up. Such peace did no one any good. There was no chaos, no conflict, not with those giant bears walking around anyway - and what was worse, it was like the whole damn place was full of Knights. Big, fat, bear riding knights. With pointy objects. Amireh wanted to void them, too. And their mothers. Bah! She pushed such thoughts from her mind and continued her endless trek through the innards of her new 'home', this was supposed to be a happy occasion! It was her birthday, after all. Nineteen years. How grand. Amireh felt old. Not like her hag of a guardian, no, but still enough so that the people here looked onto her like some kind of freak child. Not married? How dare she. Amireh almost spat at the thought of it. Marrying some disgusting, pig headed, hairy (ew.), ass of a man summoned a red hot rage within her very soul. She watched some of the older women - women her age, actually - fret day and night since she had arrived, all focused so much on their futures that they did not bother to live in the present. Stupid, gaudy idiots. With a melodramatic sigh, Amireh took a wide, uncaring turn around the upcoming corner, her attention so drawn away that she barely even found time to look ahead. |