Day on the Town
38 Winter, 515
Early Afternoon
It wasn't unsual for the Kelvic to sleep well past the break of dawn. Today was one of those days, but luckily Syna had yet to reach her peak in the sky. It was before noon, but it was past the tenth bell of the day. As he lay on his couch, groggily falter between the realms of sleep and wakeness, his thoughts settled on his newfound love, Elann. The past few days had altered his fate forever, he felt. He hoped with all his might that it was for the better and not worse. Still, as Elann had voiced before, she seemed to be cursed with an eventual misstep regardless of how blessed she appeared to be. One thing could be going well, but then another, ill fated event would happen. He told her that they would face such ill fates together, with their gods backing them due to their devotion but, laying there, he couldn't help but let the doubts wallow.
While lying belly up on the couch with one arm hooked behind his head and the other dangling off onto the floor, he drifted again. He was woken by the chime of the eleventh bell resounding through the city. It was faintly heard through his apartment's walls, but it was enough to shake him from his light slumber. Reluctantly he sat up, sleep gripped eyes darting about the premises. He wiped them with the backs of his hands then swiveled on the couch until his barefeet touched the floor. The coolness of the stone sent a chill up his legs, making his hair stand on end. His hearth's fire had faltered in the night and he had been too lazy to restoke it. It would prove to be wasted effort, he planned to take Elann out today after all.
Unlike Noah, Elann was a homebody. She had no reservations about spending her entire day within the confides of her apartment. She always found something to occupy her time. He, on the other hand, had been so accustom to being active, it was hard for him to settle. She probably noticed as much; he would fidget if sitting still for too long, would pace aimlessly at times just to feel as if he was moving. It wasn't that he needed to be productive, per say, he just wanted to move, shirking responsibilities or not.
He stood, moving towards his bedroom. The door was cracked and had remained as such for more than a day now. For someone fortunate enough to have a home big enough for a front room and a bedroom, he rarely used the room for sleeping to its purpose. It was wasted space. The bed was still made from Elann's insisting, but everything else was how he liked it: ordered chaos.
Noah reemerged from his bedroom dressed and freshly shaven. He recalled Elann liking his clean shaven face, so he would keep it so. The fire in his hearth had smoldered entirely, but he stirred the embers just in case, making sure that the risk of a flame reigniting was null. Once satisfied he left his apartment, locking his door, and dropping the key in his trouser pocket. His newly purchased high, black leather boots carried him down the hall to Elann's apartment. When he arrived his knuckles rapped on the wooden structure. He never used the door's hammer, the wincing memory of when his finger was smashed in one as a child was still fresh in his memory.
Outside he awaited for her to answer. The dim light was enough to show the brightness of his white cloak which was draped over a dark blue, plain tabard. His hands were covered in leather, fur-lined gloves, and his trousers covered the highness of his boots. As usually he found his niche within the door's frame where his shoulder rested until she answered. He was somberly surprised that she had not called for him today already.
While lying belly up on the couch with one arm hooked behind his head and the other dangling off onto the floor, he drifted again. He was woken by the chime of the eleventh bell resounding through the city. It was faintly heard through his apartment's walls, but it was enough to shake him from his light slumber. Reluctantly he sat up, sleep gripped eyes darting about the premises. He wiped them with the backs of his hands then swiveled on the couch until his barefeet touched the floor. The coolness of the stone sent a chill up his legs, making his hair stand on end. His hearth's fire had faltered in the night and he had been too lazy to restoke it. It would prove to be wasted effort, he planned to take Elann out today after all.
Unlike Noah, Elann was a homebody. She had no reservations about spending her entire day within the confides of her apartment. She always found something to occupy her time. He, on the other hand, had been so accustom to being active, it was hard for him to settle. She probably noticed as much; he would fidget if sitting still for too long, would pace aimlessly at times just to feel as if he was moving. It wasn't that he needed to be productive, per say, he just wanted to move, shirking responsibilities or not.
He stood, moving towards his bedroom. The door was cracked and had remained as such for more than a day now. For someone fortunate enough to have a home big enough for a front room and a bedroom, he rarely used the room for sleeping to its purpose. It was wasted space. The bed was still made from Elann's insisting, but everything else was how he liked it: ordered chaos.
Noah reemerged from his bedroom dressed and freshly shaven. He recalled Elann liking his clean shaven face, so he would keep it so. The fire in his hearth had smoldered entirely, but he stirred the embers just in case, making sure that the risk of a flame reigniting was null. Once satisfied he left his apartment, locking his door, and dropping the key in his trouser pocket. His newly purchased high, black leather boots carried him down the hall to Elann's apartment. When he arrived his knuckles rapped on the wooden structure. He never used the door's hammer, the wincing memory of when his finger was smashed in one as a child was still fresh in his memory.
Outside he awaited for her to answer. The dim light was enough to show the brightness of his white cloak which was draped over a dark blue, plain tabard. His hands were covered in leather, fur-lined gloves, and his trousers covered the highness of his boots. As usually he found his niche within the door's frame where his shoulder rested until she answered. He was somberly surprised that she had not called for him today already.
