8th Winter 515av
Dusk Rest
Neive's apartment
Dusk Rest
Neive's apartment
As the golden rays of Syna cast dusky oranges across the grey clouded sky, the sparkling diamond of Kalea grew silent, its denizens all taking shelter from the drizzling rain. Dusk Rest had fallen over the city just as the temperatures of the mountains plummeted to freezing. Winter’s grasp encroaching its firm hold over the Kalea peaks.
Tired, frustrated, emotional, Neive exploded into her apartment. Slamming her front door shut and falling against it, she ran her fingers through her fiery, damp hair. The day’s search across the sparkling city for her lost father’s hat, had been fruitless.
Arriving in the celestial city only the day before, the young Inarta had found herself awed by its magnificence. While she had had the safety and security of her people, of a way home, Neive had found herself day-dreaming of living in the enchanting city and of independence, away from the shackles of the caste system back home. Now that she was faced with the realities of her dreams, she struggled with its responsibilities.
Calming herself, she took a few steadying breaths, before dragging her feet towards her bed. The day hadn’t been a total waste. Having taken another trip to the Cosmos Center, Youchi, the assistant there had found Neive an apprenticeship at the only Glasswork shop in the city. She finally had what she wanted – an apprenticeship.
All those hours of study, of relentlessly working herself to the bone. After sleepless nights and years of hard work to gain an apprenticeship, she finally got it – albeit not in the city she wished, but she had finally reached her goal. So… why wasn’t she happy?
Plonking herself down on the edge of her soft, bouncy bed, Neive kicked off her boots and rolled onto her pillow. As she lay there, hugging the corners of the soft material, her gut swirled and her mind buzzed with a million and one different thoughts and feelings.
She felt so lost. Her people were so far away and she knew no one in this city, shyke, she could barely even speak to the people in this city! She craved the comforting touch of her mother, her reassuring words. She just wanted to go home!
Everything felt so strange, so alien here, everything was so different. Most of the day she didn’t know where she was going, getting lost at almost every turn. She barely found her way back home! Home.. she guessed that was what this place was now, but it didn’t feel it in the least.
Despite her loathsome feelings towards the caste culture of her Kin, she sort of missed it. At least back home, there was always someone of higher rank that could tell her what to do, where to go. She never had to think very much about anything.
Back in Wind Reach she detested such authority, here in Lhavit, she now craved for someone to tell her what she should do. Being truly independent, making your own choices, weighing up every decision, was tough and it was tiring.
Despair rippled through the young Inarta like a strong gust fluttered beneath the wings of the Wind Eagles in flight. Curling into a ball, Neive gripped the corners of her pillow tighter, closing her eyes lightly, tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. As she gave herself over to the full force of her emotions, the young Inarta gradually cried herself into a deep slumber.
She never felt so alone.