5 Summer 514 As Rykanis passed through "the Pass named Mirahil" as he called it, he pondered what he should do on this day. He had not been in Zeltiva long, but he found himself often wanting to get away. While in many ways Riverfall was lacking, it had a sense of comradery and purpose that Rykanis felt was sorely missing amongst Zeltivan's. Rykanis could almost feel his body wasting away, could almost feel the glares and looks from humans as he passed in the street. While the first was mostly imagined, the second was not, as Rykanis did garner many a look as he took even the most leisurely of stroll. His height did not help, nor did his deep dark violet skin. Nor did the pair of lakan scabbard-ed on either side of his waist. That was another oddity for Rykanis, being in a city were openly carrying weapons was not the norm. In Riverfall everyone had weapons, and was ready to fight and defend the city at a moments notice. In Sunberth, another town in Sylira he had visited, people wore weapons for a completely different reason. In that case they wore them to attempt to scare thieves off, a tactic that was not always successful. However in Zeltiva, wearing weapons did not seem the norm, and doing so seemed to add additional looks upon him. While he was willing to conform to many social norms, that was one he doubted he would ever take on. He felt naked without his lakan at his side, and could not imagine being without them. So on this day Rykanis found himself out of Zeltiva to deal with the first of the reasons he could actually deal with, that of keeping in shape and not letting his body fall into disrepair like a boat beached on a sharp rock. As he passed through the trees and delved deeper within them, Rykanis made an absentminded motion. He pulled out his right lakan in a downward grip, spun it once with a twist of his hands, gripping it now in a upward grip, and then tossed it to his left hand without breaking his forward stride, glancing down as it moved between his hand to make sure he had his hands set right. The spin in his left hand was a bit slower, he was not quite as skilled with that hand, but he still managed the wrist twitch and spun it back into a downward position. Tossing it back to his right hand with another downward glance he caught it in his palm, and re-sheathed the lakan in his scabbard. The motion seemed to calm Rykanis a bit, who was getting restless by simply walking and doing nothing. He was not good enough to do it quite yet without looking, at least not without a bit more practice, but perhaps soon enough he would be... |