Closed [The Kenash Gazette] Lost (Scaea Paille)

[Adhara]

Time Stamp: Fall, 15th of 514 A.V

It was early in the day. Adhara's hand was wrapped tightly with a white gauze with little evidence of the blood beneath it. Casted into her Earth Bound form she received a few glances from staff members since her races presence was considered uncommon and rare. Before long her days would be getting colder and colder. For now she wore long trousers and a brown wrap top that tied together over her right shoulder, exposing her thin stomach. Adhara was to worried to speak up and ask for guidance as watched the flurry of people fly in and out of the building.

Getting in what they can of their daily digest, getting the scoop on what's in and what's out at the time. She was rather confused by the whole setting. Opening her mouth she was ready was ask a woman, looking around, for help but she closed it immediately as the woman departed from her standing spot rather quickly to greet another woman who seemed eager to share even more information or gossip with the woman. Adhara almost jumped with a small cream colored cat bounded across the floor in front of her. This place was so alive, and defiantly not what she imagined when a man advised she go there after taking notice of her new status.

A light pain shoot around the burn on the surface of her skin. There wasn't one time during her earning of the brand that she didn't wish it undone. Gently she grazed her ebony ink, traced along the right side of her stomach. This was a habit she had, to her the tattoo felt foreign on her own skin. "I never thought that yearning for information in the city you are in could be this difficult." Zeltiva was much more different form the place she'd call home for quite sometime.

Kenash.

[Scaea Paille]

Scaea was taking a lovely stroll through Kenash proper. The day was still new, though she was already awake; the four hour ride between Stormsgrace and Kenash was plenty of time for her to stay up. She had awoken very early that morning and had gotten dressed in the near dark, her room only illuminated by candles. The outfit for today was a black, silk brocade dress, square cut in the front and trimmed with lace. The sleeves were of the same material, though they ended at the elbow and spewed forth even more lace, leaving her forearms mostly bared and with lace spilling from her elbows. Her face was lightly made up and her hair was in its usual fishtail braid, though there were no other accessories to speak of other than her father's ring on a small silver chain hanging around her neck. The air was humid, but not overly uncomfortable.

Scaea had just recently gotten off of the carriage and was walking by the Kenash Gazette when someone caught her eye - an especially exotic looking girl, who while dressed completely out of fashion, was still pretty. The girl looked entirely lost, and had a bandage wrapped around her wrist which gave away the fact that she was a newly branded Freeborn. The other part of her that caught Scaea's eye was a tattoo - what appeared to be many roses going down her side and disappearing. While it was a bit cliche, it was also pretty, and Scaea liked pretty things. She strode up to the girl, careful not to run into anyone.

"Lost?"

[Adhara]

She was getting tired of standing there. Almost everything distracted her which was not very pleasant. Mostly it would be the scrambling Kelvics that always managed to keep on their paws. The Ethaefal would never enjoy life as a slave. She preferred to be unbound. Adhara turned her head to a voice directed at her.

There was a sign of relief on her face as she was correct. Taking in a light breath she said rather softly, "Unfortunately, yes." While Adhara wasn't to good of asking questions, she was good at dishing out complements. This one wasn't to hard to give. In an appropriate fashion she gestured to the woman's hair. “Your hair, ” she smiled softly.

“It is beautiful, I could only hope to get my type of hair that way.” Scrunching her own bright red hair she showed it's wavy and thick curls that housed her scalp. Taking in a deep breath she focused at the matter had hand. Upon showing her the bandaged palm Adhara explained her situation. “I'm not sure how everything is sorted, not looking for anything in particular.” Shrugging nonchalantly she spoke once more. “Just the basics.”

If this woman wasn't like almost every Dyansty brat Adhara had encountered than this day would have gone well served by her standards.

[Scaea Paille]

Scaea tried keeping a cool, distant look about her, but it was a struggle. She was naturally a people person, even when that person was an out-of-fashion newly branded Freeborn who just so happened to be quite pretty and almost exotic-looking. She kind of looked like the Inarta that stopped by every once in a while with their glassware, though if she were Inarta there would be really no reason for her to be in Kenash. Perhaps she was simply a pale, red-haired girl such as herself. The complement to Scaea's hair, however, certainly scored her points. She loved her hair, and she was glad that someone else did, too.

"Thank you...your hair is lovely just the way it is." She nodded at the young girl's plight, glancing at her bandaged palm and giving a slight shrug with her left shoulder. She herself had never needed to get a Freeborn brand, thank the Gods, because she was born into a life of privilege and luxury. Not that she didn't work for it, of course - but she, regardless, had a step up above everyone else.

"Just the basics. Hmm. Well, first of all, let's get you sorted out with the style this season - dark brocades, silver embroidery, and veils are what's in. If you want anyone to respect you, I suggest you find something like that. No one is really going to talk to you like that," She gestured to the girl's current outfit, once again admiring the girl's lovely rose tattoo for a split second before remembering what she was doing before. "The current magistrate - er, leader - is Lorana Lorak, of the Lorak Dynasty. I'm sure you can find the exact rules this season somewhere, because I can't list them off the top of my head."

Scaea gestured towards bridge that led to Blade Island. "Most of the stores are labeled, though I'm sure you could ask a slave to find them...are you staying at the Terraces?" She was trying to be helpful and stay a bit haughty at the same time, though she was failing horribly. To anyone just walking by, though, her tone was just cool enough to suggest otherwise.

[Adhara]

Adhara nodded to the returned complement and added a soft thanks under her breath. As not to distract from the question at hand. Adhara was like a dog, followed the woman's hand movement as though she was afraid she'd miss some crucial detail along the way. When the fashion statement came into play she was defiantly embarrassed by her out of style. While she said nothing about her opinion towards her attire Adhara nodded and tried to wash away the pink cluster on her cheeks and upset look on her face. Such things did not matter in the city of Zeltiva.

Replacing what she could with a quite air and a gentle soul. Taking mental notes of everything the girl was telling her she was almost certain that she'd forget a little of what was being told to her but managed to grasp the main concept of everything. “Terraces? Yes I am.” Smiling she was almost sure that this woman who was helping her was not fully with her. Of course she made no indication that she felt it was rude to not give someone their full attention. But, Adhara had to give in that not everyone was the same in this swamp and she wouldn't be the one to change them.

oocSorry for the delay and how short this post is.

[Scaea Paille]

Scaea ignored the girl's reddening face at her remark about clothing, her own mind wandering even as she spoke to this girl. The tattooist had no idea as to why she decided to help, at this point - she admired the tattoo, but there was no way to bring it into the conversation now. Maybe she was a bit irritable from the recent long ride to Kenash, though she didn't want it to get in the way of her helping this girl, even if she regretted walking up to her in the first place.

"Good. I think that's all you need to know, is there anything else bothering you?" She was trying her best to be genuine, but out in public like this she didn't want to be around a new Freeborn. From what she noticed, they tended to get in trouble until they managed to figure out all of the ins and outs and intricacies of Kenash, though they were so second nature to Scaea herself that she doubted she'd be able to explain them anyway.

The tattooist's eyes wandered to the tattoo again. Bringing it up in the conversation would be weird, as she had previously thought, but she really wanted to know the meaning behind it. One didn't simply get tattoos for no reason, and when they did, it was usually a tattoo that one would regret. Scaea did not want to associate with anyone who regretted their tattoos, no matter how pretty they were.

"The flowers, on your side - what do they mean?"

[Adhara]

Even if Adhara did not have a full outfit dedicated to the fashion of Kenash at least she had a dress. She was a curious woman but she knew better than to ask all her questions in one day. Nodding her head she just gave in, “Thank you, I believe that's it.” The girl did look rather worn and tired. Adhara would take note of her hesitation that she showed around being with the Ethaefal but, she wasn't one to say anything. Standing there for only a few ticks she noted the girl's eyes attracted to the ink on her pale skin.

When she questioned the meaning of her tattoo Adhara never knew the true meaning of why her past self choose the design. The flower bunches were rather versatile so over time they developed their new meaning to Adhara. Gently taking her finger she pressed against each flower, indicating she acknowledged her question. “Since I choose not to have color, I generally considered them white.” After looking down at her tattoo she lifted her eyes and straightened back up. “To me it's a new beginning.”

It was the first thing she noticed when she was cast down to Mizahar. It was her natural feeling to think of the roses as something new. Raising her shoulders for a minute, "To others it is just another flower." Now that Adhara knew at least some of Kenash's details, she to was ready to head back to her little bungalow and tend to her bird. Of course, she had to ask her own question. To which she was hesitant herself. "You seem very interested with tattoos, might I ask way?"

[Scaea Paille]

White flowers, symbolizing new beginnings. Interesting choice, and it reminded Scaea of her own tattoo. She nodded, accepting the reasoning for the tattoo, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. Tattoos were always interesting, and she was glad she brought up her favorite topic. Her arms crossed, though not in a way meant to be taken as if she were upset or angry.

"I'm a tattoo artist by trade. Tattoos interest me a lot." She nodded again, as if agreeing with herself. She turned, looking in the reflection of the window of the Kenash Gazette, and fixed her hair, before turning back to the girl, a kelvic running in between them. A sudden rush of people walked by, grouped together in twos and threes, and very few actually glanced in her direction, too absorbed by their own happenings to care that the Paille was associating with someone dressed as she was.

Her worries slipped into a box and hidden under bed like old shoes, the smile tugging at her lips formed fully. She took a step closer to the red-haired girl, offering her hand. The sudden realization had dawned on Scaea that they had not yet introduced themselves, and she hoped to quickly remedy this situation.

"I'm Scaea Paille," She said, her smile showing teeth for a second, precisely not in malice, and she continued. "I can show you around, if you'd like." The offer was genuine, as Scaea knew much about Kenash and at least where the better stores happened to be located. The tattooist began walking away before the girl could even answer, expecting her to follow. The first area she had in mind was to walk through Blade Island, though there were a few minutes of walking between the Kenash Gazette and the island itself.

[Adhara]

A tattoo artist? A woman who looked so delicate and didn't even look like the type to be in such a business. Learning not to judge a book by it's cover was something that would take adjusting to. Instead of voicing her opinion, she remained silent on the matter but her face gave off enough expressions that someone would know how she felt. There was a woman or two, the brushed against her shoulder as if she was nothing.

Adhara understood it, she was not as high ranked as a Dynast but it wasn't everything. After the multiple rude encounters she was not expecting the hand in front of her. Adhara took it with the unburned hand. The last name Paille had been mentioned once in their conversation. Perhaps she was another one of those Dynasts. There was only one way to find out as of now. “Adhara.”

Returning the smile she simply nodded and stepped along with the girl. Kenash was a lot to digest in one day. Even then Adhara still lacked all the knowledge of the city to have a good long conversation about it. It was only silent between the two only for a tick. She spoke up and questioned, "You are part of the Dynasty’s? Correct?" It was a safe assumption to make. Mostly because all of the hints lead to a member of the privileged lineage.

The city was very aesthetically pleasing to say the least. Despite the popularity in slavery and prude people. Living in Zeltiva was not always a weight off her shoulders. Surrounded by pure ocean water does major emotional and mental damages on an Ethaefal. Some would even say that Kenash was no better at escaping water.