5th of Winter, 508 AV
“Honey, I forgot to grab eggs from the Bizarre---would you mind running over and buying some for me?”
Nyxie was lazily pretending to nap below deck, hoping that Heila would just bugger off. She’d been hungover from last night’s entertainment at the Stallion’s Rear for the last two bells. There was no way she was going out this afternoon.
“Nyx, come on, I need to make lunch for your father. You know how he gets when he doesn’t see food on the table.”
The redhead groaned before turning over on her stomach. “Heeeilaaa, just make something else!” She knew it was useless to try and persuade the woman; Heila was instructed to make an omelet. Heila always follows instructions.
“Nyxie, get up. Please, it won’t take you long. The streets haven’t changed since last morning. I promise I’ll make you your favorite for dinner, okay?”
A smile formed on the young girl’s lips, already starting to salivate from imagining the taste of homemade fish stew. The slave knew her too well. Having raised the Svefra child since she was a baby, Heila was inherently her mother in every sense of the word, other than blood. Nyx loved the woman with all her heart. Even if it did seem like she was always giving the slave a hard time.
“Ugh. Fine. I’ll go. …But I better get both fish heads.”
She groggily got up and made her way over to the rails, feeling the chilly winter breeze on her back. Aching muscles and a pounding headache made Nyxie groan yet again. She knew the Bizarre was only a couple blocks away from the ports this time; she’d been there last afternoon to steal a piece of Kenashern chocolate. Not that she had to---there was plenty of it in the stash she kept on deck. The girl got hungry, and forgot her cash, and was too lazy to walk back to the ports. No big deal.
It took Nyxie around 10 chimes to walk into the familiar building. The loud sounds and the bright lights made her wince in pain. She walked past a mirror in one of the stalls, deciding that it was best to not stop and stare at her reflection. No point in trying to fix the reddened eyes and greasy hair. Nyx prayed for the strength to keep from vomiting in public as she quickly tried to make her way to the petchin’ eggs. She wondered if she should pick up a remedy while she was here. Entertaining the thought, Nyxie started to pay more attention to the stalls around her, hoping to find a place that sold cures for hangovers.
No sign of a cure, but the eggs were in her line of sight. Suddenly, a loud voice from the nearby stall made Nyxie scowl in annoyance.
“For a limited time only, I'm willing to sell you these magnificent hooglethorps!”
A crowd started to form around the man who continued to speak in an ostentatious manner, flailing his arms to show off whatever scam he held in his hands. Nyxie rolled her eyes and whimpered as the crowd bunched together in front of her, blocking her way to the eggs. She’d need to push her way through.
Shoving backs and shoulders out of the way, bumping into hips and pulling at people’s shirts, Nyx found it harder and harder to make her way out. Was this another one of Ionu’s tricks? There’s no way that all these people were real. Where were they all coming from? She needed to test if the God of Illusions was playing a game.
Nyx reached out for the nearest coin-purse, making zero attempts at being inconspicuous.
OOCFeel free to have Stefan either see her stealing, or be the victim
“Honey, I forgot to grab eggs from the Bizarre---would you mind running over and buying some for me?”
Nyxie was lazily pretending to nap below deck, hoping that Heila would just bugger off. She’d been hungover from last night’s entertainment at the Stallion’s Rear for the last two bells. There was no way she was going out this afternoon.
“Nyx, come on, I need to make lunch for your father. You know how he gets when he doesn’t see food on the table.”
The redhead groaned before turning over on her stomach. “Heeeilaaa, just make something else!” She knew it was useless to try and persuade the woman; Heila was instructed to make an omelet. Heila always follows instructions.
“Nyxie, get up. Please, it won’t take you long. The streets haven’t changed since last morning. I promise I’ll make you your favorite for dinner, okay?”
A smile formed on the young girl’s lips, already starting to salivate from imagining the taste of homemade fish stew. The slave knew her too well. Having raised the Svefra child since she was a baby, Heila was inherently her mother in every sense of the word, other than blood. Nyx loved the woman with all her heart. Even if it did seem like she was always giving the slave a hard time.
“Ugh. Fine. I’ll go. …But I better get both fish heads.”
She groggily got up and made her way over to the rails, feeling the chilly winter breeze on her back. Aching muscles and a pounding headache made Nyxie groan yet again. She knew the Bizarre was only a couple blocks away from the ports this time; she’d been there last afternoon to steal a piece of Kenashern chocolate. Not that she had to---there was plenty of it in the stash she kept on deck. The girl got hungry, and forgot her cash, and was too lazy to walk back to the ports. No big deal.
It took Nyxie around 10 chimes to walk into the familiar building. The loud sounds and the bright lights made her wince in pain. She walked past a mirror in one of the stalls, deciding that it was best to not stop and stare at her reflection. No point in trying to fix the reddened eyes and greasy hair. Nyx prayed for the strength to keep from vomiting in public as she quickly tried to make her way to the petchin’ eggs. She wondered if she should pick up a remedy while she was here. Entertaining the thought, Nyxie started to pay more attention to the stalls around her, hoping to find a place that sold cures for hangovers.
No sign of a cure, but the eggs were in her line of sight. Suddenly, a loud voice from the nearby stall made Nyxie scowl in annoyance.
“For a limited time only, I'm willing to sell you these magnificent hooglethorps!”
A crowd started to form around the man who continued to speak in an ostentatious manner, flailing his arms to show off whatever scam he held in his hands. Nyxie rolled her eyes and whimpered as the crowd bunched together in front of her, blocking her way to the eggs. She’d need to push her way through.
Shoving backs and shoulders out of the way, bumping into hips and pulling at people’s shirts, Nyx found it harder and harder to make her way out. Was this another one of Ionu’s tricks? There’s no way that all these people were real. Where were they all coming from? She needed to test if the God of Illusions was playing a game.
Nyx reached out for the nearest coin-purse, making zero attempts at being inconspicuous.
OOCFeel free to have Stefan either see her stealing, or be the victim
