31st-32nd of Summer, 513 AV
She had cried almost all night, and she had cried almost all day, her work in the Reverie being delayed because of it. She finished late, but at least she had finished it. Virat sent her home and told her to relax, do something fun to take her head out of the subject that was bothering her. Syveris was extremely grateful to her mentor. She was sure he knew what it was, since it had been him that brought her own feelings for Arin to her attention, but even so he said nothing about it.
Syveris had tried to stay in her rooms, wishing that Arin would go to her and explain. The Avora wasn't even sure about what she wanted explained. She was sure that, if the man appeared on her door and just stayed there, quiet, she would be happy all the same. All Syveris wanted was something different from the coldness and indifference he always showed.
But no one came, and, at night, she was tired of waiting, tired of hoping he would appear. It wasn't like him, to go after her. It had always been the Avora who always searched for him in the Enclave, or on his rooms, when she wanted to spend time with him. He wouldn't change this habit now.
Angry, Syveris rubbed her face, cleaning the tears from her eyes. She didn't care anymore, than! She would just forget. He was a stupid and terrible friend, anyway.
Jumping from the couch, the Avora walked out of her room, her foot taking her to a place she knew it would help her to forget: the Inclement Weather. She had never been there before, but she heard many things about the place, and she supposed it was her best choice, right now.
When she reached the Inclement Weather, she entered the place, looking around. The dim light gave the whole room a warm and welcoming feeling, and the loud music being plaid filled her being with an hesitant happiness. The Inclement Weather, with its lights and alcoves, the people dancing and laughing at each other... It was a place where she didn't have to worry about anything. Once she stepped in, she left all her worries behind. This was the feeling the Inclement gave her.
Syveris walked to the far end of the club, registering every detail she could in her mind, if only to have something to do. When she looked straight ahead again, she saw she had reached the bar. Squeezing herself between two Inartans, she looked at the barman mixing the drinks, and wondered if she should order something. Syveris had never drunk before, and she didn't quite enjoyed the descriptions she had heard. But then, this had been when she didn't want to forget everything for a moment, so maybe she would give it a shot.
The Avora looked at the barman, unsure about what she should do. Should she just ask for something? But she didn't know what they served there, so how could she order? She was feeling lost, something that was probably showing on her face, because the woman in her left leaned towards her, and asked, in a voice that could be considered a whisper in that place.
"Hey, dear, are you alright?" when Syveris didn't answer, the woman shook her head, and patted her in the back. "Heart problems, am I right? Hey, Tom, give my friend here an Eagle Cocktail. It's on me." the barman nodded, and the woman's attention turned to her. "So, sweetie, are you going to tell me what's wrong? Was he pretty? The boy who broke your heart."
"Very." Syveris whispered, almost uncounsciously. She blushed, hard, turning her gaze away from the woman. Who was she, anyway? Syveris didn't knew her, she was very sure of that.
"Ah, I see." the other nodded, and Syveris eyed her. "The pretty ones are the worst. They become owners of our heart, just to throw it away, don't they?" well, Syveris' heart had no owner, she was her own master and that was it. She might love Arin, but the feeling would go away, sometime. But she said nothing. "Tom, give her as many drinks as she likes, alright? I pay. Now, if you all excuse me, I'll go fetch myself some handsome man." with that, the woman left, going to the dancing floor and leaving Syveris behind, wondering what had just happened. The woman was drunk, that was the only explanation the Avora could find.
She had cried almost all night, and she had cried almost all day, her work in the Reverie being delayed because of it. She finished late, but at least she had finished it. Virat sent her home and told her to relax, do something fun to take her head out of the subject that was bothering her. Syveris was extremely grateful to her mentor. She was sure he knew what it was, since it had been him that brought her own feelings for Arin to her attention, but even so he said nothing about it.
Syveris had tried to stay in her rooms, wishing that Arin would go to her and explain. The Avora wasn't even sure about what she wanted explained. She was sure that, if the man appeared on her door and just stayed there, quiet, she would be happy all the same. All Syveris wanted was something different from the coldness and indifference he always showed.
But no one came, and, at night, she was tired of waiting, tired of hoping he would appear. It wasn't like him, to go after her. It had always been the Avora who always searched for him in the Enclave, or on his rooms, when she wanted to spend time with him. He wouldn't change this habit now.
Angry, Syveris rubbed her face, cleaning the tears from her eyes. She didn't care anymore, than! She would just forget. He was a stupid and terrible friend, anyway.
Jumping from the couch, the Avora walked out of her room, her foot taking her to a place she knew it would help her to forget: the Inclement Weather. She had never been there before, but she heard many things about the place, and she supposed it was her best choice, right now.
When she reached the Inclement Weather, she entered the place, looking around. The dim light gave the whole room a warm and welcoming feeling, and the loud music being plaid filled her being with an hesitant happiness. The Inclement Weather, with its lights and alcoves, the people dancing and laughing at each other... It was a place where she didn't have to worry about anything. Once she stepped in, she left all her worries behind. This was the feeling the Inclement gave her.
Syveris walked to the far end of the club, registering every detail she could in her mind, if only to have something to do. When she looked straight ahead again, she saw she had reached the bar. Squeezing herself between two Inartans, she looked at the barman mixing the drinks, and wondered if she should order something. Syveris had never drunk before, and she didn't quite enjoyed the descriptions she had heard. But then, this had been when she didn't want to forget everything for a moment, so maybe she would give it a shot.
The Avora looked at the barman, unsure about what she should do. Should she just ask for something? But she didn't know what they served there, so how could she order? She was feeling lost, something that was probably showing on her face, because the woman in her left leaned towards her, and asked, in a voice that could be considered a whisper in that place.
"Hey, dear, are you alright?" when Syveris didn't answer, the woman shook her head, and patted her in the back. "Heart problems, am I right? Hey, Tom, give my friend here an Eagle Cocktail. It's on me." the barman nodded, and the woman's attention turned to her. "So, sweetie, are you going to tell me what's wrong? Was he pretty? The boy who broke your heart."
"Very." Syveris whispered, almost uncounsciously. She blushed, hard, turning her gaze away from the woman. Who was she, anyway? Syveris didn't knew her, she was very sure of that.
"Ah, I see." the other nodded, and Syveris eyed her. "The pretty ones are the worst. They become owners of our heart, just to throw it away, don't they?" well, Syveris' heart had no owner, she was her own master and that was it. She might love Arin, but the feeling would go away, sometime. But she said nothing. "Tom, give her as many drinks as she likes, alright? I pay. Now, if you all excuse me, I'll go fetch myself some handsome man." with that, the woman left, going to the dancing floor and leaving Syveris behind, wondering what had just happened. The woman was drunk, that was the only explanation the Avora could find.
x Poppy
