Closed 3 Tears and No Cake [Aider Silander]

[Tara Kenja]

Time Stamp: Fall 37th, 514 A.V

She absolutely dreaded this day. Yet it happened every year and there was no stopping the torture until her death. Tara laid on her back, her eyes had a depressing glazed over appearance on them, captured in her thoughts. Eventually, she blinked, returning to the reality she dwelled within. It had a full day and she refused to leave her den. The coming of the sun's glow and warmth would be upon her soon.

Though the chilled night still brought low temperatures to her skin. Millions of bumps covered her exposed flesh and she rubbed her hands on her arms to hopefully generate some form of heat. Swinging her legs over the side of her cushion-y makeshift bedding. Placing her elbows on her knees Tara contemplated what her daily routine would be like. Trying to throw her own day of birth out of her mind entirely. Almost all of her day was already consumed by her thoughts. Which she knew would be a constant struggle.

Maybe she should escape into Sunberth, drink her problems away. Though she was not by any means a heavy drinker. Of course there were other ways of escaping sadness other than alcohols. Tara dressed herself in absolute silence. Laying in bed all day takes a toll on one's body when they aren't used to it. With a jog she escaped the darkness of her cave, only to be placed in darkness once more. The sun was setting, allowing her assurance of a little safety in the disappearing light.

Tara jogged a little, staying on a safe path that she would normally took to get into Sunberth. A welling in her eyes begun. The appearance of possibly tears only made her speed up. Her chest heaved and she had to slow down. By the pace she was going she could be in the city with at least ten chimes. Tara couched slightly, placing her hands on her knees. Her watery eyes gave way, blurring her vision.

All her memories of a butchered childhood came forth. Tara only hopped her parents rued they day of her birth as much as she did. Was all this suffering and effort just of waste of time? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Taking in a deep breath of the child air around her she than straightened her posture and proceed to kick the dead leaves beneath her boots. Like the cub she never got to be.

The warm liquid rolled down the sides of her soft cheeks and she wiped them quickly as though someone was lurking in the woods and would watch her. She was simply ashamed of herself and her upbringing. Fixing herself, Tara pushed the curls out of her face and blinked several times to relieve her eyes. Before she knew it, she was in Sunberth. Surprised to go undisturbed by the wild life of the wilds she lived in. The Kelvic's instinct was to go the Pig's Foot Tavern, so she did.

[Aider Silander]

The night was young as Aider sat in the Pigs Foot. Alone at a table for two his eyes wandered around the bar. He was already drinking from a mug of ale. Every other table had been filled and the bar was packed. He shook his head and looked towards the door. "What a dreadfully boring night" he mumbled. He sat back in his chair and took a swig from his mug. His eyes landed on one table, where a ladies breast had been exposed and men were taking turns drinking ale off of them. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Well then." he said turning his eyes away to another group that was playing some sort of card game. He could not tell what exactly they were playing but he knew that there was money involved just by the way the players were holding their cards. The man sighed and pulled his jacket around him. He was about ready to get up and leave when a girl walked into the tavern.

Her skin tanned and her hair a golden blond. He watched her for a moment. Something about her was different. She would notice that the only free chair was by him. If she wanted to sit she would have to join him. So he got comfortable in his chair again and raised his hand for another mug. He would wait and see if he could truly find out what made him feel like this girl was different. She had a very exotic beauty to her, that he could tell from where he was. But there was something else, something more that called to him. He thanked the waitress as she brought out his mug and he handed her the coin. His eyes not leaving the girl, unless to look away. He sipped from the mug and smiled to himself. "I wonder if this night will get any more interesting" he said to himself.

[Tara Kenja]

The room was filled the the brim with Sunberthians of all sorts. At first she began to regret even going to this Tavern. Her eyes caught the glimpse of an available chair. Sitting at that table was a man of large heights. A soft smile played on her lips but it was everything but real. If she could put a smile on her face to get a seat in the tavern or a drink that it was worth it.

It was rather loud in the establishment. Filled with laughter and drunken woman and men. This place was by far not her cup of tea. She pulled out the chair and took her seat. A waitress was next to her side before she knew it. "I'll have what he's having."

Tara purchased a mug of strong ale. Her eyes glanced at the man across the table though she did not introduce herself. Bringing the drink up to her lips she took a sip of the alcohol. It burned her throat, drinking was not her forte and never would be. Swallowing her disgusting drink she had to break the ice. "So, what brought you to this tavern?"

Tara batted her long eyelashes for a tick and than directed her attention to her surroundings. There was bond to be a bar fight with all the people who took services in the establishment.

[Aider Silander]

Like he thought she would, she had joined him at the table. Ordering the same thing that he did. His eyes looked her over now that she was closer. He could see her beauty. The darker tone of her skin and her light colored hair, the fullness of her lips and the bright color in her eyes. He smiled taking a gulp from the mug and leaned back in his chair.

"Oh nothing really. Best place to people watch. Safest in the city. If you want to call it that. The tavern that is not this rat hole people call a city." he said taking another sip. His eyes on her as he smiled. "The names Aider." He looked down at her mug before looking back up at her. The trail of a few tears still on her face. "You don't seem like the kind to drink. Why are you here?" he asked. "Alcohol isn't good for hiding sadness by the way. It tends to bring it out and make it worse." The man shrugged and looked around the room. "If you need a pair of ears that you will likely never see again. I am willing to listen. I am not a fan of seeing beautiful women like yourself cry" he nodded. It was true at least on a few accounts. She would most likely never see him again and he didn't like to see women cry. It just wasn't fitting to him. But part of him tugged at the last time he thought he would never see someone again.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he went to change the subject. "The city seems to be getting more and move violent every day" he said looking down at the alcohol in his hand. "Gangs seem to be more up in arms, fighting over territory and such. Heard of some want to be gang of foreigners and outcast trying to bring the city together or something. Not exactly sure, most of it is rumor." It was his job to keep an ear open to what went on in the city. While chaos rose up he had to be right next to it, watching for anything that could be used to sell. Weakness, strength, habits anything that could be used. The gangs were his biggest buyers. The often came to him in search of some form of information on another gang. Anything that could be of use to them to hurt their rivals. He looked over the parts of her body he could see and wondered if she was maybe part of one of these gangs and something had gone wrong.

[Tara Kenja]

There was a playful smirk pasted on her lips. Tara turned her attention back to the man who sat in front of her and from the possible danger that swarmed like bees around them. She soon gathered a name, one that had not rung a metaphoric bell in her mind. Yet, it left the gears in her head turning as the thought about it. “Well, Aider, we all have our ways of adapting with issues. Some much different than others”

She crossed her leg, now getting comfortable as he did. Making it seem she was more content with what was going on than what she really felt. Quickly she shoot him a hard glance about the note on what alcoholic beverages would do for sadness. “So far, it's working for me. I guess we will just have to see.” Quickly the Kelvic picked up her paid drink once more and drank heavily from it.

It was as though she could feel the liquor in her stomach forming already. The bubbly feeling in her head just beginning to set in. Tara was not one to take ale lightly, it had a great effect on her system as a whole. Than she took in a deep breath, “You aren't the only person in hear listening. Gods knows what scum do for some information.” Slowly she lifted up her hand and removed the remaining residue of her salty tears from her soft skin.

The tick he mentioned the acclaimed rumour of a gang uprising to bring the chaos city together she couldn't help but laugh. She tried her best to contain it but maybe it was the ale. First it was a light snicker but than it rounded out to be a full blown laugh. Placing her free hand over her mouth Tara gathered herself once more. “For a chime there I thought you say someone was trying to bring the city together.” She leaned back in her wooden chair and brought the ale back up to her lips, soon it would run out but maybe she didn't even have to waste her coin on another one. This one could have been enough to sedate her for bells.

"Let me tell you, if there is one thing this city wont do is just that. These little uprising gangs and try but this, this is pure hell."

[Aider Silander]

"Though I agree with you that everyone has their own way of taking on an issue. I still think that alcohol is not the best way. But then again I don't really know you. I don't even know your name" he said looking over the rim of his mug as he gulped some down. He placed the mug down and tapped his fingers on the side of it. "Though it doesn't matter. Keeping everything to yourself in a city like this is a safe thing to do. Letting others get inside your head could be dangerous." He nodded his head and chuckled at her words. What scum would do for information? Any normal man would have been insulted when it was their job to collect and sell information. But Aider couldn't care less if the words of a stranger at a tavern upset him then he very well couldn't call himself a man.

"Information is power to those who know how to use it. It can help or hurt depending on how you use it. I can understand why you would not be so open about it" he said leaning forward to speak to where only she could hear. "But half of the scum in here would not know the first thing to do with it" he said. His eyes locked with her before he sat down. "But you seem to be strong in some way. Though judging by the way you came in you might be weak at this moment" he said lifting his mug to his lips again. There was a loud crack in the background as Aider looked over his shoulder. A barfight had erupted out and the staff and other patrons had made quick work to throw them out.

"Drunken fools" he muttered turning to look back at her. He settled back in and leaned onto the table to study her face. "You think so? No hope at all that a faction might be able to bring some kind of order to this chaos? Or do you thrive in the chaos? Partake of the fruit that the trouble brings." he said with words were strong though not aggressive. "I've seen a few types here in the city. The commoners who just try to stay out of the way. The dead, the ones who tried and failed. They litter the streets with their corpses. Then of course there are the champions and warriors. The ones who fight and survive in this chaos. They breed and live off of it." He smiled and took another swig from his drink. Setting it back on the table, he let his eyes trail up what he could see of her body. "If it were to happen, any little bit of order and peace would shift the powers in the city. The gangs would lose their foothold and then what? Would you run or fight?" he asked. His last question was a bit more directed then the other loose words he was using.

"To me you seem like the one to fight. Which is why I am surprised that you are drinking, you have a strength about you that makes the thugs look weak. Strength isn't all about muscle. Information is power" he said raising his hand in the air as the waitress came by. "Two please, one for me and another for my friend" he nodded and turned back to Tara sure that his words would spark something in the girl.