The Streets of Alvadas & Impawsible Pets, 1'st of Summer 515 AV
AppearanceOne of Nythis’s favourite illusions. The changes to his appearance include the smoothening of the scars on his face and neck, the restoration of his right eye, his skin colour changing to a light tan and a change of his eye colour to a dark brown. His clothing covers the remainder of his scars and he wears his hair to hide his pointed ear and the lack of one on the opposite side of his head.
He decided to pass the sanity center in favour of wandering the the streets of Alvadas, letting the streets take him where it willed. He would find an inn eventually, he knew.
Nythis ran his hand along the rough, cool stone of Alvadas’ walls as he passed and ascended a spiraling pathway. The earthy reds and oranges of the canyon walls and the deep shadows cast by the distant sky lent a intimate warmth to the city. Combined with the rich, colourful clothing and decorations the Alvads favoured the palette was quite decadent, Nythis decided.
The ever changing city masked any true changes beneath its illusions, but Nythis suspected that that very little would be the same after sixty years. Especially when the majority of the residents were humans.
On a whim he decided to enter one of the dark caverns and arrived in a cacophony of animal sounds. A startled parrot squawked and flapped its wings agitatedly before it flew up to the lofty rafters. It watched Nythis from its new perch in the beady-eyed, vaguely malicious way that birds were prone to.
He could hear the sounds of an enthusiastic conversation from a little way off, with the second partner trying to end it as subtly as possible. Nythis moved into an aisle with the shelves stacked high, hoping to avoid what seemed to be an overly talkative clerk. He moved as silently as he was able, exploring the sizeable shop and moving away from the sound of the shopkeeper’s voice. He noticed that the animals were well kept and their cages and enclosures spacious.
There was a sign that read “Infirmary” above a door. Nythis watched the clerk slip through it with a cat in his arms, leaving Nythis alone in the store.
An idea began to form in his mind as he scratched the head of a small, brightly coloured bird that had alighted against the bars of its cage and rubbed its forehead against the bars.
He hadn’t considered what he would do when he arrived at Alvadas. The pet shop was a pleasant place filled by animals in stead of people. He could see himself working there. It would be improbable job on his somewhat shady resume, but he did have some experience with animals.
Sithyn would give him trouble over that, however. But then again, when was Sithyn satisfied with anything he did?
