91st of Winter | 514 AV
There was fighting again, vicious and bloody and so very unforgiving. The tavern suffered for her patron's wrath, bleeding alcohol and breaking beneath their blows.
Yra had thought to find reprieve from her thoughts here, down where there wasn't loneliness, and here she found that wasn't to be so. First, aside from the collision of bodies, there were curses being spoken, deep in the throaty language of the Akalak. They were incomprehensible to Yra and at the moment, she couldn't be bothered to understand a single sound.
Her attention drifted from the fighting mass of irate men and women, seeking the door in the tumultuous flow of bodies. There it was, right where it should have been in the first place, but considering what it would take just to get through...
Yra retreated back up the stairs she came, scaling them warily to avoid bumping into someone else. She didn't want to fight. She wasn't accustom to fighting. She couldn't do it. Even know, with agitation and frustration heavy in her heart, she couldn't bear the thought of actually fighting people.
"Syna, show me where to go," Yra muttered as she ascended the stairs back to her room. The hour of the day wasn't too late, so she believed that if Syna was there, she would no doubt hear her.
It was at her room that Yra saw the answer in the form of her window, open so as to beckon in a warm breeze carrying the insinuation of a hearty spring.
That would do it.
There was fighting again, vicious and bloody and so very unforgiving. The tavern suffered for her patron's wrath, bleeding alcohol and breaking beneath their blows.
Yra had thought to find reprieve from her thoughts here, down where there wasn't loneliness, and here she found that wasn't to be so. First, aside from the collision of bodies, there were curses being spoken, deep in the throaty language of the Akalak. They were incomprehensible to Yra and at the moment, she couldn't be bothered to understand a single sound.
Her attention drifted from the fighting mass of irate men and women, seeking the door in the tumultuous flow of bodies. There it was, right where it should have been in the first place, but considering what it would take just to get through...
Yra retreated back up the stairs she came, scaling them warily to avoid bumping into someone else. She didn't want to fight. She wasn't accustom to fighting. She couldn't do it. Even know, with agitation and frustration heavy in her heart, she couldn't bear the thought of actually fighting people.
"Syna, show me where to go," Yra muttered as she ascended the stairs back to her room. The hour of the day wasn't too late, so she believed that if Syna was there, she would no doubt hear her.
It was at her room that Yra saw the answer in the form of her window, open so as to beckon in a warm breeze carrying the insinuation of a hearty spring.
That would do it.