1st Autumn 514AV
Autumn was well and truly in Sunberth, the leaves had finally taken on the golden glow, the air crisper and sweeter smelling than the tang of summer. Heat had lifted, and in response the faint trickling of the northern winds begun to creep their way southwards. Farmers had begun to turn their heads to the prospect of their crops and the harvest, and the hunters thought only on the last pickings of stocks. It was the time to tighten belts and prepare for the long winter. At least that was in other civilisations, in Sunberth it was just another day of drink and debauchery, to lie within the gutter and waste the day. But not for Fallon. No, there was much more important and urgent matters to tend to than plain idleness.
Sweat begun to roll, the coat barely flapping behind her as she made a beeline towards the Sunset Quarters. Legs strained, the kukri - being the only weapon she had chosen to take with her for speed sake - clattering gently in its back sheath. Feet thundered, chest heaved, her hand tightly grasped around the papers in her fist and a broad grin having wrapped itself around her face. Excitement commanded her, the adrenal pulsing and racing up through. A sharp pivot of a turn as she took a short cut down the alleyway, sliding past a set of bemused locals as she pushed past them - barely the echo of an apology as she continued to dash. Lungs sucked in the air and exhaled out hot, but she kept the pace despite the gradual growing of strain within her legs.
Fallon had never ran so fast before, but then again, she had never had a true driving reason outside of escape to push herself so hard. It was to be a good day, because for once everything was starting to come together. She nearly tripped into the Sunset Quarters, her mind racing as she flickered through the information that played within her head. She had seen it herself, the empty state, the way it stood and seemed to stand, the structure even. It all seemed in place as had been discussed and written, all that was left now was simple process of obtaining. Which was why Fallon had taken up such speed.
Her steps tripped as she dashed up the steps to the apartment, an entire crunching thud as she grappled her way up. But that did not stop her, even as her fingers searched for the key within her pocket. The door was greeted with urgency, hand shaking as the adrenal begun to starve at her and the breaths began to labour. Inside she could hear the yapping of Orvin, but presently that did not matter - not even as she swung open the door and was greeted by him. She pushed him away, eyes bright as the door slammed shut behind her. Her attention was fixed solely forward.
It was with a broad step that the paper in her hand were thrust forwards and towards Zandelia, the other swatting the canine away as he did his circling. The limb flapped them, and then promptly dropped them next to the woman before she broke down into little more than bubbling cackles - pure, childish, excitement. To begin with she spat words, a poor attempt as she tried to find something that made sense or was remotely legible. The finger however continued to point, the wax sealing and the script marking out details and conditions defined upon the parchement. It was then, only finally, that Fallon managed to speak.
"The build. The build!" She shook her head realising it made little sense, "House. Quay area. That stretch of lan- read it. Just read it! Coin, stuff." She gave a firm point, "They'll sell to us. Bring your Mizas Zandelia! Sign over at midday. Come on! Up! Up!"
Long gone was the days of rented accommodation, now it was the time to actually own a place called home.