Stallion Stir-up. (Kawari, Lo)

[Alexander Faircroft]

Timestamp: 19th Winter 516AV

Location:The Stallion's Rear

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


The stallions rear, huh?
Alvadas’ take on the Rearing stallion from Syliras. A place where Alex had spent a good chunk of his free time sitting and thinking. And it seemed that some old habits died hard. After all Alex found himself in the building cramped into a back corner. A pitcher of larger within arm’s reach and in his hands a single cup. The crisp liquid cool but not cold. A pale sepia tinted reflection of himself stared back. Slightly thickening beard and his hair rolling down to his shoulders. What over two-thirds of a season of neglect did was somewhat astonishing.

His thumb ran lightly over the lip of the cup. His eyes trailed off as he sank into thought. What in the heck was going on? People being hunted down like wild animals and slaughtered like pigs for coin. He couldn’t believe the sheer plain brutality of the situation. The blades at his side clinked lightly with the metal of the belts on his jacket. The hood of his armour up but enough to let him know he wouldn’t be disturbed unduly. Often the simple look of wanting to be left alone was enough to deter people, and right in that moment Alex wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. Letting the cup settle on the table he glance towards the hearth, the fire rolling lightly cracking gently from the soft embers that still lingered in the base. Flecks of ash being swept up by the heat and burning with the embers.

A perfect metaphor for the vantha. Poor sods. Culture crushed and cracked, people splintered and scattered, and their hopes of getting out of this alive burning down to it’s last flickering embers. It was harsh, no it was brutality. This was unfettered force, unjust and unwarranted. Punishment was warranted but not upon the people, simply the one who commited the crime.

As Alex gazed off into the fires he couldn’t help but hear the sound of someone encroaching upon his position. Out of instinct his hand slid beneath his jacket towards the concealed dagger he held there.

[Kawari Newid]

'She has more experience surviving than I do... but... no.' Worrying wouldn't help, especially when the elderly when the elderly Vantha had already vanished -hidden herself- for the time being. A cloud of mist formed as Kawari exhaled into the cool air, momentarily allowing herself tuck away her worry for Gran'ma Imi. Familiar scents hit her nose and evoked a sense of longing that had plagued her from time to time, one that teased her imagination and reminded her of a city across the Suvan Sea. It had been just over two seasons since she had last laid eyes upon Syliras, though this was only it's simplified likeness. Houses reminiscent of of the Stormhold Castle lined the street, at the end of which was a building the bore a familiar sight.

Dangling above a simple wooden door hung a red and white sign depicting a rearing horse and the simple word 'tavern'. Although she had not ventured into the tavern much as a pup, she recognized the Rearing Stallion with a fondness that surprised her. "Alvadas, the city of wonders," she murmured as she stepped into the dimly lit establishment.

As she glanced around the room, she almost expected to see Master Sal, the old potter having been a large part of her life in Syliras, or at least a familiar face or two, but was quickly disappointed. The only other patrons were few, and none sparked much in the way of recognition. A shiver passed through the kelvic, reminding her of the chill and turned her attention towards the fireplace, her body gravitating towards the promise of warmth. Her eyes belatedly fell upon the man who had already taken on of the prized seats by the fire. The golden-brown shades of his hair danced in the embers' light, falling down to frame his face, in which a pair of green eyes looked grimly down at his tankard, which he then set upon the table while his gaze moved from her view. Nearer now, she saw him subtly stiffen, only noticeable due to the firelight.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" she asked in a light, gentle tone, accompanied by an equally gentle, friendly smile. "It was a bit cold outside and I could use some heat to chase it off," she said as she set her cloak on the back of a nearby chair, before slowly sliding into it without waiting for an answer. 'One always approaches a predator with caution, if one approaches a predator at all,' she thought, her fingers spread wide while she held her hands out to the flames.

Common, Pavi
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[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


His apprehension to the situation died down as he swung his head around to see the figure as he did his hand dropped to his side slowly and his imposing presence lessened. The figure was a smaller woman with a rather demure feeling about her from the way she approached at a slow almost ginger pace. Soft brown eyes and tumbling hair in a myriad of shades of brown. As she spoke he could get the sense that there was no malice intended behind her words nor any ill apprehension. And as she set her cloak down upon the chair opposite him he nodded slowly.

“You’re most welcome to join me.” He offered with a disarming smile practiced and empty behind it. “I would offer you my seat however that one is closer to the fire. However there is a price to sitting there.” He paused a moment to let her mull over what it could be. “Your name.” He spoke with a light air about him. Almost as if he wasn’t asking her for her name but her company. Her time. As much as she’d chosen to take the seat from how he spoke it almost sounded like he was inviting her to sit with him. And as she lingered infront of the fire he lifted his drink slowly. A small sip all he allowed himself his eyes turning to watch the rest of the bar.

“So… If I may ask. Where did the small stains come from?” He spoke with a small gesture from his right hand pointing towards the marks of clay over her fingers and on the edge of her pants. Again though his words didn’t sound prying more like he was trying to incite a conversation like he was through with being wrapped up in his own little world. His thoughts now trailing off as he had company to speak too and not his own voice and depressive attitude to keep him company.