28 of the Day, Winter of 513 A.V.
The Blue Bull Tavern
Why was she here, again?
The spindly figure of the black-clad Symenestra female was hunched over a table by the hearth, pale, long fingers thrumming against the worn tabletop surface, the silken black cloak, hidden beneath her heavier black fur cloak, was lowered and tucked under her chin, revealing her pale, porcelain features. Long ebony locks were tucked back from her face, coiling into a delicately-done braid at the midway point on her back, hanging down to her waist.
Neyasi paid little attention to the course of events around her. Normally, when she found herself in a tavern, she would be spending her time questioning a local, but, now she found that she had nothing good to do in this particular tavern. Mainly because she was done questioning locals on the whereabouts of her father. How did I get talked into settling down, again? She asked herself silently.
Neyasi still wasn't entirely sure what she planned to do. It had been a few days since she'd arrived, and she'd started renting out a place to stay, for now, at least. She had no idea how long she planned to stay. Longer than the other places, that was for sure. At least Riverfall wasn't horribly cold, like the other places up north. The thought of cold caused the Symenestra to shudder, and pull her cloak tighter around her.
It was about midday, so there weren't as many patrons as could be in the tavern, thankfully. It seemed pretty quiet to her, and she was perfectly to sit here and hunch over the table. Spirits weren't quite part of Neyasi's acquired tastes, and she was incapable of digesting solid food, not to mention the fact that she did not hunger for anything at the moment. So, there was no point in being here. Yet here she was.
The Blue Bull Tavern
Why was she here, again?
The spindly figure of the black-clad Symenestra female was hunched over a table by the hearth, pale, long fingers thrumming against the worn tabletop surface, the silken black cloak, hidden beneath her heavier black fur cloak, was lowered and tucked under her chin, revealing her pale, porcelain features. Long ebony locks were tucked back from her face, coiling into a delicately-done braid at the midway point on her back, hanging down to her waist.
Neyasi paid little attention to the course of events around her. Normally, when she found herself in a tavern, she would be spending her time questioning a local, but, now she found that she had nothing good to do in this particular tavern. Mainly because she was done questioning locals on the whereabouts of her father. How did I get talked into settling down, again? She asked herself silently.
Neyasi still wasn't entirely sure what she planned to do. It had been a few days since she'd arrived, and she'd started renting out a place to stay, for now, at least. She had no idea how long she planned to stay. Longer than the other places, that was for sure. At least Riverfall wasn't horribly cold, like the other places up north. The thought of cold caused the Symenestra to shudder, and pull her cloak tighter around her.
It was about midday, so there weren't as many patrons as could be in the tavern, thankfully. It seemed pretty quiet to her, and she was perfectly to sit here and hunch over the table. Spirits weren't quite part of Neyasi's acquired tastes, and she was incapable of digesting solid food, not to mention the fact that she did not hunger for anything at the moment. So, there was no point in being here. Yet here she was.
