"Common" | "Kontinese" | "Tukant"
Fifteen chimes after the tenth bell
It was warm, as usual for Alvadas, and Elin had been wondering throughout the city for some time, her two children occupied with a friendly neighbour in the inn who'd offered to look after the children for a couple of bells while Elin nipped out and ran a few errands.
Today it just so happened that Elin had finished the errands fairly quickly, and she'd managed to borrow Ilia's flute again and now carried them in her hands carefully, not that the little girl would really miss it when she was around someone other than Elin.
Grinning, she walked through the streets opting to ignore any illusions that she'd think were clues as to where she was going, her hands often running through her hair to try and keep it tamed and out of her face as she walked, although she found that her hair rarely wanted to go where she pushed it.
It wasn't long before she found herself outside a place that must have been the Crooked Playhouse, and a grin spread across her face.
She half wanted to enter, but the other half of her knew that she shouldn't risk being too late back to take her children off the hands of the friendly neighbour, though she doubted that she'd take too long in the Crooked Playhouse, especially as she looked and saw that things were already in full swing.
Realising the time, she slipped inside to see that it was a free performance about Ionu, and she opted to stay nearer the entrance and exit as she watched the performance, her eyes drawn in by the illusions used, until it was over and Elin realised that she still had a bell or two until she needed to be back at the Cubacious Inn.
It was then that she made her decision. She wanted to speak to one of the performers somehow, find out how they became so good at what they did, and maybe found out how they came to perform.
As the regular citizens left, Elin remained where she was until most were gone and only a few stragglers remained and Elin had the chance to wander around the playhouse a bit more, marvelling at how unusual it was, with the crooked shapes, yet the beautiful stage.
It all seemed surreal and decidedly Alvad, and to her it was beautiful, though she wasn't quite sure whether she was still supposed to be there or whether she'd be shooed away.
It was warm, as usual for Alvadas, and Elin had been wondering throughout the city for some time, her two children occupied with a friendly neighbour in the inn who'd offered to look after the children for a couple of bells while Elin nipped out and ran a few errands.
Today it just so happened that Elin had finished the errands fairly quickly, and she'd managed to borrow Ilia's flute again and now carried them in her hands carefully, not that the little girl would really miss it when she was around someone other than Elin.
Grinning, she walked through the streets opting to ignore any illusions that she'd think were clues as to where she was going, her hands often running through her hair to try and keep it tamed and out of her face as she walked, although she found that her hair rarely wanted to go where she pushed it.
It wasn't long before she found herself outside a place that must have been the Crooked Playhouse, and a grin spread across her face.
She half wanted to enter, but the other half of her knew that she shouldn't risk being too late back to take her children off the hands of the friendly neighbour, though she doubted that she'd take too long in the Crooked Playhouse, especially as she looked and saw that things were already in full swing.
Realising the time, she slipped inside to see that it was a free performance about Ionu, and she opted to stay nearer the entrance and exit as she watched the performance, her eyes drawn in by the illusions used, until it was over and Elin realised that she still had a bell or two until she needed to be back at the Cubacious Inn.
It was then that she made her decision. She wanted to speak to one of the performers somehow, find out how they became so good at what they did, and maybe found out how they came to perform.
As the regular citizens left, Elin remained where she was until most were gone and only a few stragglers remained and Elin had the chance to wander around the playhouse a bit more, marvelling at how unusual it was, with the crooked shapes, yet the beautiful stage.
It all seemed surreal and decidedly Alvad, and to her it was beautiful, though she wasn't quite sure whether she was still supposed to be there or whether she'd be shooed away.
Boxcode by Gossamer
