75th Day of Fall, 516 AV
10th Bell
"For Myri's sake...KAIE!" Jeida groaned sleepily from the bed, throwing the covers off her head to groggily glare at her older sister as she paced back and forth repeatedly at the foot of the bed. The other Myrian woman continued her looped action, eyes wide though they didn't appear to truly see anything in the room. "Petch! KAIE!" Jeida whipped a pillow into Kaie's frame, causing her to turn with a hand on the hilt of her gladius with a feral gaze.
In a few ticks she seemed to register who it was that sat in the bed before her. Then she quickly removed her hand from the handle of her weapon with a bewildered shake of her head. "I have to go," Kaie murmured hurriedly just before heading toward the door to the outside world across the room. "What? Where the petch are you going? Kaie! Kaie!"
Jeida's confused shouts were muffled the moment the door shut behind her. Each exhale as she walked gave birth to a plume of white vapor. Her exposed skin prickled. With winter looming ahead, the Myrian woman seemed too distracted by her own thoughts to have thought to wear a cloak. Only a passerby or two bothered to give her a strange look for braving the chill with such apathy. All the while Kaie moved through the streets like a woman possessed. One goal. One destination. Only one thing was for sure: she was running a fool's errand.
"Whoa, girl." A palm stopped the advance of the Myrian when she neared a pair of doors. At least that what's its owner might've believed. Kaie paused, looked from the hand to the impressive stature of the doorman, and promptly managed to seize two of his fingers and thereby forced him to follow his pain to his knees before her. "Is he in?" Kaie addressed the man coldly in the Common tongue while he winced beneath her. "Yes. Petch, woman!" Kaie snapped the fingers and planted her foot to his face. The back of his head smashed back against one of the very doors he'd been tasked with securing. She entered the other while he recollected his focus.
"Can I help you, miss?" a surprisingly friendly face offered from behind a shoddy desk with a nervous smile. Kaie had half a mind to breeze by the woman just as she did the doorman. "The loan shark. Please." The Myrian send her foot into the door she'd just entered, effectively shutting out the recovering doorman before he found his feet. "Is Mr. Franks expecting you?"
"Forget it, Karen," a new voice instructed as the door beside the skittish woman's desk creaked open. "Mr. Franks says he's ready for a new one." Karen looked toward Kaie and gestured toward the newly opened door. The Myrian had no trouble wandering through. On its other side she was greeted by a modestly sized room the loan shark had evidently attempted to make seem luxurious.
Mounted heads of common deer were scattered about the walls. A long, tattered, patterned rug was situated between a crackling fireplace and a small collection of chairs on the right of the room. Another rug of similar character paved the way toward the greedy man himself. At the far end of the room was a desk hardly any more impressive in quality as the one commanded by the receptionist. The only difference was its ridiculous size that dwarfed the already unimposing body sitting behind it.
Mr. Franks the Loan Shark was a plump little man with a white, balding scalp, cheap suit, and with ugly, sharp features. His stubby fingers were decorated with rings and a smug look that nearly reminded Kaie of Sunberth's most notorious loan shark rested on his face. At his right flank stood a tall, boyish-looking man with bright red hair. Freckles spotted across the bridge of his nose and spread across his cheeks. A pair of Mr. Franks' other hired friends lounged lazily by the fire.
"Now aren't you just a sight to behold!" the loan shark tittered with wide eyes as he took in the sight of the approaching Myrian. The red-head at his side crossed his arms over his chest while his boss readjusted himself in his seat with a whistle. "Like many Sunberth boys, my mother was a whore. Good for nothing, truly, but apparently not a liar! You look just as I imagined the monsters in her childish stories." The Myrian couldn't quite decide if his sentiment was one that made her want to absolutely deck him. Given her state, she was happy to violently lay her hands on anyone. Her own head was a prison of unique torment. It seemed only fair others should share her burden and service her with catharsis.
10th Bell
"For Myri's sake...KAIE!" Jeida groaned sleepily from the bed, throwing the covers off her head to groggily glare at her older sister as she paced back and forth repeatedly at the foot of the bed. The other Myrian woman continued her looped action, eyes wide though they didn't appear to truly see anything in the room. "Petch! KAIE!" Jeida whipped a pillow into Kaie's frame, causing her to turn with a hand on the hilt of her gladius with a feral gaze.
In a few ticks she seemed to register who it was that sat in the bed before her. Then she quickly removed her hand from the handle of her weapon with a bewildered shake of her head. "I have to go," Kaie murmured hurriedly just before heading toward the door to the outside world across the room. "What? Where the petch are you going? Kaie! Kaie!"
Jeida's confused shouts were muffled the moment the door shut behind her. Each exhale as she walked gave birth to a plume of white vapor. Her exposed skin prickled. With winter looming ahead, the Myrian woman seemed too distracted by her own thoughts to have thought to wear a cloak. Only a passerby or two bothered to give her a strange look for braving the chill with such apathy. All the while Kaie moved through the streets like a woman possessed. One goal. One destination. Only one thing was for sure: she was running a fool's errand.
"Whoa, girl." A palm stopped the advance of the Myrian when she neared a pair of doors. At least that what's its owner might've believed. Kaie paused, looked from the hand to the impressive stature of the doorman, and promptly managed to seize two of his fingers and thereby forced him to follow his pain to his knees before her. "Is he in?" Kaie addressed the man coldly in the Common tongue while he winced beneath her. "Yes. Petch, woman!" Kaie snapped the fingers and planted her foot to his face. The back of his head smashed back against one of the very doors he'd been tasked with securing. She entered the other while he recollected his focus.
"Can I help you, miss?" a surprisingly friendly face offered from behind a shoddy desk with a nervous smile. Kaie had half a mind to breeze by the woman just as she did the doorman. "The loan shark. Please." The Myrian send her foot into the door she'd just entered, effectively shutting out the recovering doorman before he found his feet. "Is Mr. Franks expecting you?"
"Forget it, Karen," a new voice instructed as the door beside the skittish woman's desk creaked open. "Mr. Franks says he's ready for a new one." Karen looked toward Kaie and gestured toward the newly opened door. The Myrian had no trouble wandering through. On its other side she was greeted by a modestly sized room the loan shark had evidently attempted to make seem luxurious.
Mounted heads of common deer were scattered about the walls. A long, tattered, patterned rug was situated between a crackling fireplace and a small collection of chairs on the right of the room. Another rug of similar character paved the way toward the greedy man himself. At the far end of the room was a desk hardly any more impressive in quality as the one commanded by the receptionist. The only difference was its ridiculous size that dwarfed the already unimposing body sitting behind it.
Mr. Franks the Loan Shark was a plump little man with a white, balding scalp, cheap suit, and with ugly, sharp features. His stubby fingers were decorated with rings and a smug look that nearly reminded Kaie of Sunberth's most notorious loan shark rested on his face. At his right flank stood a tall, boyish-looking man with bright red hair. Freckles spotted across the bridge of his nose and spread across his cheeks. A pair of Mr. Franks' other hired friends lounged lazily by the fire.
"Now aren't you just a sight to behold!" the loan shark tittered with wide eyes as he took in the sight of the approaching Myrian. The red-head at his side crossed his arms over his chest while his boss readjusted himself in his seat with a whistle. "Like many Sunberth boys, my mother was a whore. Good for nothing, truly, but apparently not a liar! You look just as I imagined the monsters in her childish stories." The Myrian couldn't quite decide if his sentiment was one that made her want to absolutely deck him. Given her state, she was happy to violently lay her hands on anyone. Her own head was a prison of unique torment. It seemed only fair others should share her burden and service her with catharsis.
