87th of Fall, 514 AV
The seasons were much like life itself. There was a time in which everything was created, blooming to life in a burst of color and scents and such noise as to deafen the unwary and unprepared. This life was full and beautiful and so full of hope and possibilities as a new born babe. This then was the spring, the birth and beginning of something new and it was as beautiful as it was unruly as any child was in the beginning. With time the buddings of youth would gradually grow and change, giving way to the full embodiment of adulthood as the Summer took its place on the world and built upon what the spring and laid. In this time the potential of the world was seen to come to full height, plants and shrubs giving fruit and all coming into its own until, at last, all was spent and all began to settle down in the coming of middle age. With the Fall came a metamorphosis and beauty sprung anew but not the fresh and vibrant beauty of the young spring, but instead this beauty was in the appreciation of a life well lived and work and labor hard done to give way to rest in the aging years as leaves fell from branch and fruit dropped as if to say all well and done, let us rest. All this was then swept away by the chilled gust as winter came to lay bare the bones of the old and let them wither and fall to the earth to be consumed by that which gave them life... but in turn that withering rot would then give place for the rise of a new spring, and thus would the cycle begin again.
Winter had come. Its song was sung upon the every chilling wind that blue more and more from the north as Morwen stirred in her icy kingdom far far away. Evalin had been there, long long ago and saw the kingdom of winter and snow. It was just as one might expect, frozen and icy yet somehow those that called that place home were as warm as any summer in the southern regions. To many Winter represented the fall of life, death embodied in a physical expression that consumed and buried without discrimination. To that end perhaps Evalin was supposed to enjoy this season most of all as it was the most connected with her state of being, frozen and an embodiment of death itself... yet the Immortal could never say she liked or disliked the season of Winter. Rather it was better to say that she had little care for things such as this, for to one who traveled as though time did not exist the seasons felt as only a means to determine how fast or slow one come move from one eternity to the next.
Ever more did she think of this and again and again she wondered what it was she was doing here, walking along this road in the light of day pretending to be something she was not. She walked as the living did, she talked as the living did, yet never could she be a part of this isolated sect of being known as 'living'. Outcast, wanderer, monster... Such were the words she would claim for herself and for what she was, yet still she felt such need to put on airs and do as they did, dress as they might and hope beyond hope that, maybe, she might fool even herself.
Her staff she left at the inn with Gressha, and with it her robes and cloak and scarves all of which signified to all others that she was something different, something not like them, something to be separated. Evalin chose to wear the simple linen dress, the black one, this day as it was one of the few bits of clothing she owned that did not put a large sign over her that pointed her out for the mage and monster she knew herself to be. The Immortal had cleaned herself this day, scrubbing as much of the dirt and grime from her flesh as she could until it did not look quite so rotted. Pale as moonlight it was, as if she had never seen the sun which made her straight black hair seem all the blacker. She did not bother in pulling it back, such things as hair ties and many other feminine accessories were something the nuit did not own at all. Besides her boots which she wore often Evalin did not even have a pair of shoes with which to wear with this dress that fluttered now in the breeze, so instead she went without not minding at all the feel of the dirt and stone beneath of bare feet. Her nails she had seen too, aided with the magic of morphing she had lengthened and blacked them and out of habit filed them to sharp points. Teeth were also slightly sharpened, but not really by design. During her time in Falyndar she had taken to sharpening her teeth so often that now they seemed to be stuck as they were, her canines nearly fangs themselves and all her other teeth ending in softer points but still noticeable if one were to look closely enough. Around her neck hung the icy blue gem, Tsenrika in his sealed form, moving softly to side to side as she walked which surprisingly did not bring any remark from the Irylid who was often more vocal about his condition. Finally upon her right ring finger there was a ring made of white bone carved with intricate circles, the only other piece of jewelry Evalin actually owned.
Evalin had heard of the Sanctuary from various sources, all speaking highly of its staff and its stock of animals for sale. This is what brought Evalin here after all. She knew that, eventually, she would need to travel again. Always she had to travel from one place to another for few would stand her presence for long... But always had Evalin simply gone on foot, or boat. Now there was a vast distance of land that separated her from most of the rest of the world, and with Gresshal in toe she knew that she and Tsenrika could not do as they always had. A horse was needed, but there was one issue with relying on animals.
She came in through the south, her eyes and hands roaming over the iron gate that stood wide to let her pass into the courtyard. The metal was cold to the touch, but it was not this that held her attention for long. The space inside the Sanctuary was large, larger than the nuit had expected and the life within it was staggering. She could hear the calls of dogs and other creatures, people milled about doing this and that, hard at work seeing to the tasks and daily routines that were needed to keep a place such as this functioning. Evalin proceeded cautiously, stepping slowly into the courtyard and trying her best to remain out of the way of those busy at work. As she entered she folded her hands at her waist, eyes of red looking about curiously and with a bit of amused joy at the wonders of so many animals in one place doing so many things. Sadly, it appeared many did not hold the same feelings of joy as the Immortal did herself. Some of the more skittish animals would make wide paths around her to avoid coming into contact, and most dogs would bark as she approached and go silent if she game too close. This, though, was unavoidable and Evalin knew it. It was why she stayed away from the creatures as often as she could. The could always tell there was something wrong in their midst, a creature that did not belong, a truly Wretched soul... Even the work hands could feel it, Evalin was sure. Yet still Evalin held her head up high, keeping her eyes on the horses as she walked still trying her best to stay out of the way as she made her way toward the garden and the Clinic.
Absently Evalin wondered who she would need to speak with, but caught up as she was with observing she gave it little pause as she continued to walk almost aimlessly, a small smile on her lips as she inspected the impressive establishment.
.
The seasons were much like life itself. There was a time in which everything was created, blooming to life in a burst of color and scents and such noise as to deafen the unwary and unprepared. This life was full and beautiful and so full of hope and possibilities as a new born babe. This then was the spring, the birth and beginning of something new and it was as beautiful as it was unruly as any child was in the beginning. With time the buddings of youth would gradually grow and change, giving way to the full embodiment of adulthood as the Summer took its place on the world and built upon what the spring and laid. In this time the potential of the world was seen to come to full height, plants and shrubs giving fruit and all coming into its own until, at last, all was spent and all began to settle down in the coming of middle age. With the Fall came a metamorphosis and beauty sprung anew but not the fresh and vibrant beauty of the young spring, but instead this beauty was in the appreciation of a life well lived and work and labor hard done to give way to rest in the aging years as leaves fell from branch and fruit dropped as if to say all well and done, let us rest. All this was then swept away by the chilled gust as winter came to lay bare the bones of the old and let them wither and fall to the earth to be consumed by that which gave them life... but in turn that withering rot would then give place for the rise of a new spring, and thus would the cycle begin again.
Winter had come. Its song was sung upon the every chilling wind that blue more and more from the north as Morwen stirred in her icy kingdom far far away. Evalin had been there, long long ago and saw the kingdom of winter and snow. It was just as one might expect, frozen and icy yet somehow those that called that place home were as warm as any summer in the southern regions. To many Winter represented the fall of life, death embodied in a physical expression that consumed and buried without discrimination. To that end perhaps Evalin was supposed to enjoy this season most of all as it was the most connected with her state of being, frozen and an embodiment of death itself... yet the Immortal could never say she liked or disliked the season of Winter. Rather it was better to say that she had little care for things such as this, for to one who traveled as though time did not exist the seasons felt as only a means to determine how fast or slow one come move from one eternity to the next.
Ever more did she think of this and again and again she wondered what it was she was doing here, walking along this road in the light of day pretending to be something she was not. She walked as the living did, she talked as the living did, yet never could she be a part of this isolated sect of being known as 'living'. Outcast, wanderer, monster... Such were the words she would claim for herself and for what she was, yet still she felt such need to put on airs and do as they did, dress as they might and hope beyond hope that, maybe, she might fool even herself.
Her staff she left at the inn with Gressha, and with it her robes and cloak and scarves all of which signified to all others that she was something different, something not like them, something to be separated. Evalin chose to wear the simple linen dress, the black one, this day as it was one of the few bits of clothing she owned that did not put a large sign over her that pointed her out for the mage and monster she knew herself to be. The Immortal had cleaned herself this day, scrubbing as much of the dirt and grime from her flesh as she could until it did not look quite so rotted. Pale as moonlight it was, as if she had never seen the sun which made her straight black hair seem all the blacker. She did not bother in pulling it back, such things as hair ties and many other feminine accessories were something the nuit did not own at all. Besides her boots which she wore often Evalin did not even have a pair of shoes with which to wear with this dress that fluttered now in the breeze, so instead she went without not minding at all the feel of the dirt and stone beneath of bare feet. Her nails she had seen too, aided with the magic of morphing she had lengthened and blacked them and out of habit filed them to sharp points. Teeth were also slightly sharpened, but not really by design. During her time in Falyndar she had taken to sharpening her teeth so often that now they seemed to be stuck as they were, her canines nearly fangs themselves and all her other teeth ending in softer points but still noticeable if one were to look closely enough. Around her neck hung the icy blue gem, Tsenrika in his sealed form, moving softly to side to side as she walked which surprisingly did not bring any remark from the Irylid who was often more vocal about his condition. Finally upon her right ring finger there was a ring made of white bone carved with intricate circles, the only other piece of jewelry Evalin actually owned.
Evalin had heard of the Sanctuary from various sources, all speaking highly of its staff and its stock of animals for sale. This is what brought Evalin here after all. She knew that, eventually, she would need to travel again. Always she had to travel from one place to another for few would stand her presence for long... But always had Evalin simply gone on foot, or boat. Now there was a vast distance of land that separated her from most of the rest of the world, and with Gresshal in toe she knew that she and Tsenrika could not do as they always had. A horse was needed, but there was one issue with relying on animals.
She came in through the south, her eyes and hands roaming over the iron gate that stood wide to let her pass into the courtyard. The metal was cold to the touch, but it was not this that held her attention for long. The space inside the Sanctuary was large, larger than the nuit had expected and the life within it was staggering. She could hear the calls of dogs and other creatures, people milled about doing this and that, hard at work seeing to the tasks and daily routines that were needed to keep a place such as this functioning. Evalin proceeded cautiously, stepping slowly into the courtyard and trying her best to remain out of the way of those busy at work. As she entered she folded her hands at her waist, eyes of red looking about curiously and with a bit of amused joy at the wonders of so many animals in one place doing so many things. Sadly, it appeared many did not hold the same feelings of joy as the Immortal did herself. Some of the more skittish animals would make wide paths around her to avoid coming into contact, and most dogs would bark as she approached and go silent if she game too close. This, though, was unavoidable and Evalin knew it. It was why she stayed away from the creatures as often as she could. The could always tell there was something wrong in their midst, a creature that did not belong, a truly Wretched soul... Even the work hands could feel it, Evalin was sure. Yet still Evalin held her head up high, keeping her eyes on the horses as she walked still trying her best to stay out of the way as she made her way toward the garden and the Clinic.
Absently Evalin wondered who she would need to speak with, but caught up as she was with observing she gave it little pause as she continued to walk almost aimlessly, a small smile on her lips as she inspected the impressive establishment.
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