Fall 5, 515 AV
Alvadas is sick. It had been nagging at her the entire day. What did Fabel mean by that? Even as she practiced her spins and memorized new sections of the choreography she was learning it bugged her. How could a city be sick? Perhaps it merely seemed less confusing than it had been on other days. Sayana wrapped up her practicing for the day with a handstand. She launched herself to land firmly on her four hands, highs and mids, and clenched her stomach muscles to try to keep herself straight and steady. Some of the other actors and acrobats thought she was cheating by using multiple hands but she still needed to keep them perfectly even against the ground meaning they ached even more as she strained in a slightly bent position with some of her arms. One, two, three, four, five… She started to wobble and she brought her legs back down.
Well that’s enough of that. She dusted off her hands and then placed her two lows upon her stomach. Perhaps if she tried building up her abs she might forget the past and what it had entailed. The Eypharian clenched her stomach a couple more times and followed it up with a few belly rolls. Yes, she mustn’t forget her dancing of the south even with all these crazy acrobatic routines. With a couple of twists of her hips and a flick of her wrist she reverted back to the same sensual dance moves she had grown up learning.
She gave a smile and a wave to some of the other actors and headed out for the evening. As she stepped out onto the streets she felt the familiar pull of her key towards the Cubacious Inn. Though lately, she was hardly needing its guidance. The various streets and buildings were becoming more familiar and even though they occasionally seemed out of place, she was getting the hang of this city.
Alvadas is sick. Sayana frowned at the thought and stopped in her tracks. It seemed like a normal healthy city. She glanced around at the normal looking brickwork and cobblestones. There were bright windows with various wares, sturdy looking homes where families might live, and winding streets connecting them all. Long shadows were cast by Syna’s slow decent but suddenly a sharp movement caught her eye. She turned quickly and drew one of her two throwing daggers expecting danger, but there was nothing there. Her eyes darted back and forth but eventually she conceded that it was nothing and returned the blade to her hip next to her longer and more ornate dagger from Ahnatep and her fairly new Lakan.
As Sayana turned a corner she caught another glimpse of movement. She spotted a shadow darting down an alley but soon it was out of sight. Now keenly aware of her surroundings, she followed after it. She certainly wasn’t dressed to hide in the shadows, with her bright red outfit and all, but at least she could follow after whoever it was as quietly as she could. Sayana stepped lightly upon the stonework but moved quickly enough so she might catch up with this person. As she neared the corner, she carefully peered around. Nothing. Except… There was another quiver of movement and she ran faster this time, hoping to catch the culprit. She attempted to stay within the shadows of the buildings, but the pounding of her boots upon the cobblestones would have easily given her away. Panting heavily she spotted another hint of movement and sprinted after it.
The alley turned into a dead end but that’s when she saw the distinctly humanoid shadow upon one wall. And not the same wall as the rest of the shadows. As it moved, Sayana was puzzled because she couldn’t find the source. It made some vague gesture and then faded from view entirely. Quite perplexed, Sayana started back the way she came but soon found that the way back wasn’t as clear as she thought it was. Also, as she stepped into the light something seemed off.
Her shadow was gone.
OOCHope it wasn't too rambly. I was trying to feel out some plot ideas but I'm flexible with what we do with this thread.
Alvadas is sick. It had been nagging at her the entire day. What did Fabel mean by that? Even as she practiced her spins and memorized new sections of the choreography she was learning it bugged her. How could a city be sick? Perhaps it merely seemed less confusing than it had been on other days. Sayana wrapped up her practicing for the day with a handstand. She launched herself to land firmly on her four hands, highs and mids, and clenched her stomach muscles to try to keep herself straight and steady. Some of the other actors and acrobats thought she was cheating by using multiple hands but she still needed to keep them perfectly even against the ground meaning they ached even more as she strained in a slightly bent position with some of her arms. One, two, three, four, five… She started to wobble and she brought her legs back down.
Well that’s enough of that. She dusted off her hands and then placed her two lows upon her stomach. Perhaps if she tried building up her abs she might forget the past and what it had entailed. The Eypharian clenched her stomach a couple more times and followed it up with a few belly rolls. Yes, she mustn’t forget her dancing of the south even with all these crazy acrobatic routines. With a couple of twists of her hips and a flick of her wrist she reverted back to the same sensual dance moves she had grown up learning.
She gave a smile and a wave to some of the other actors and headed out for the evening. As she stepped out onto the streets she felt the familiar pull of her key towards the Cubacious Inn. Though lately, she was hardly needing its guidance. The various streets and buildings were becoming more familiar and even though they occasionally seemed out of place, she was getting the hang of this city.
Alvadas is sick. Sayana frowned at the thought and stopped in her tracks. It seemed like a normal healthy city. She glanced around at the normal looking brickwork and cobblestones. There were bright windows with various wares, sturdy looking homes where families might live, and winding streets connecting them all. Long shadows were cast by Syna’s slow decent but suddenly a sharp movement caught her eye. She turned quickly and drew one of her two throwing daggers expecting danger, but there was nothing there. Her eyes darted back and forth but eventually she conceded that it was nothing and returned the blade to her hip next to her longer and more ornate dagger from Ahnatep and her fairly new Lakan.
As Sayana turned a corner she caught another glimpse of movement. She spotted a shadow darting down an alley but soon it was out of sight. Now keenly aware of her surroundings, she followed after it. She certainly wasn’t dressed to hide in the shadows, with her bright red outfit and all, but at least she could follow after whoever it was as quietly as she could. Sayana stepped lightly upon the stonework but moved quickly enough so she might catch up with this person. As she neared the corner, she carefully peered around. Nothing. Except… There was another quiver of movement and she ran faster this time, hoping to catch the culprit. She attempted to stay within the shadows of the buildings, but the pounding of her boots upon the cobblestones would have easily given her away. Panting heavily she spotted another hint of movement and sprinted after it.
The alley turned into a dead end but that’s when she saw the distinctly humanoid shadow upon one wall. And not the same wall as the rest of the shadows. As it moved, Sayana was puzzled because she couldn’t find the source. It made some vague gesture and then faded from view entirely. Quite perplexed, Sayana started back the way she came but soon found that the way back wasn’t as clear as she thought it was. Also, as she stepped into the light something seemed off.
Her shadow was gone.
OOCHope it wasn't too rambly. I was trying to feel out some plot ideas but I'm flexible with what we do with this thread.
