91st of Winter, 513 AV
The forges
Tiring and annoying were the best words to describe the Season. The hunt for the Despised, the distrustful looks she had received almost everyday and the bothersome and uneventful work at the forges, that wasn't something she ever thought she would do. Every single thing on this season had been getting on her nerves, and Syveris was really anxious for Spring, when she could return to the Glass Reverie.
It was getting closer and closer, but the Avora couldn't help but feel more stressed each day. The Despised had already been executed, but this meant little for her. Sure, she had been cleared off suspicion, but she doubted she would make another friend soon, as she now couldn't trust those who had accused her of working with a murderer.
With a sigh, Syveris tried to shove the thoughts out of her mind, to try and focus on what the blacksmith was telling her to do. But it was hard. The Avora knew very well that it wasn't only her that was feeling terrible with the events of Winter. All Wind Reach seemed to be boiling up with tension and anger, and Syveris knew something was going to happen soon. What it was, that she didn't know.
"Care to pay attention on what I'm telling you, girl?" the blacksmith scolded, and Syveris turned her attention to him. No, she didn't care. Not even a bit. There were many things in her mind right now, and the last thing she wanted to focus on was metal. She was tired of metal. The Avora had worked enough with it for a lifetime, in her opinion, even if she hadn't actually forged anything. She was a glassworker, she was supposed to be in the Glass Reverie, where she truly belong. "I'm talking to..." the words were interrupted by a strange sound.
Syveris raised her head, frowning and trying to listen. It was definitely footsteps, lots and lots of it, and one angry scream or another. A shiver ran through her body, and the Avora took a few steps back, not really sure why she had done that. Maybe it was just stress, that was making her exaggerate things. Maybe the sounds were normal ones, and she was only worried because she had been thinking too much about everything that had happened. Her reason, something she never listened much to, was telling her everything was alright. That now that the Despised had been executed, the troubles would go away.
But, maybe, this sounds meant something really serious. "As I was saying, please take the hammer." the Avora barely listened to the blacksmith's words, but she noticed he was a little worried too.
What was going on?
The forges
Tiring and annoying were the best words to describe the Season. The hunt for the Despised, the distrustful looks she had received almost everyday and the bothersome and uneventful work at the forges, that wasn't something she ever thought she would do. Every single thing on this season had been getting on her nerves, and Syveris was really anxious for Spring, when she could return to the Glass Reverie.
It was getting closer and closer, but the Avora couldn't help but feel more stressed each day. The Despised had already been executed, but this meant little for her. Sure, she had been cleared off suspicion, but she doubted she would make another friend soon, as she now couldn't trust those who had accused her of working with a murderer.
With a sigh, Syveris tried to shove the thoughts out of her mind, to try and focus on what the blacksmith was telling her to do. But it was hard. The Avora knew very well that it wasn't only her that was feeling terrible with the events of Winter. All Wind Reach seemed to be boiling up with tension and anger, and Syveris knew something was going to happen soon. What it was, that she didn't know.
"Care to pay attention on what I'm telling you, girl?" the blacksmith scolded, and Syveris turned her attention to him. No, she didn't care. Not even a bit. There were many things in her mind right now, and the last thing she wanted to focus on was metal. She was tired of metal. The Avora had worked enough with it for a lifetime, in her opinion, even if she hadn't actually forged anything. She was a glassworker, she was supposed to be in the Glass Reverie, where she truly belong. "I'm talking to..." the words were interrupted by a strange sound.
Syveris raised her head, frowning and trying to listen. It was definitely footsteps, lots and lots of it, and one angry scream or another. A shiver ran through her body, and the Avora took a few steps back, not really sure why she had done that. Maybe it was just stress, that was making her exaggerate things. Maybe the sounds were normal ones, and she was only worried because she had been thinking too much about everything that had happened. Her reason, something she never listened much to, was telling her everything was alright. That now that the Despised had been executed, the troubles would go away.
But, maybe, this sounds meant something really serious. "As I was saying, please take the hammer." the Avora barely listened to the blacksmith's words, but she noticed he was a little worried too.
What was going on?