Completed What The Day Brings

[Trynne]

4th Spring 520AV

Trynne sighed slightly, waking up earlier than she had wanted to. She could see that it was still mostly dark outside, but she guessed that the sun might soon start rising. Groaning to herself, she knew that there was no point staying in bed much longer. If she was awake that why force herself to feign sleeping?

Sighing tiredly she got out of bed and lazily got herself dressed, running a comb through her hair and trying to push her hair back out of her face and trying to keep it in place so that it looked halfway decent. Then she grabbed her backpack, putting her mother’s journal into the bag, alongside her own book that was still empty into the bag. Next, she added her vial of ink and her quill. She made sure she had her money and then slung the backpack over her shoulders. Finally, she headed to the door, briefly stopping to put her cowl on to hide her hair, and sliding her Bagh Nakh onto her fingers, allowing it to rest in her palm gently as she tried to keep it hidden. Then she left her home and headed out into the streets.

Over the tops of the short buildings, Trynne could see the sky slowly turning from a dark, almost black, tone of blue to a slight orange glow as she nodded, assuming that the sun was slowly rising. Already there were a number of people out on the streets, and Trynne tucked herself to the side of the street as a group of children ran past, and she could smell someone baking some sort of bread somewhere.

Frowning, she made her way through the streets, turning various different directions until she could see the seaside market. A number of people had set up their stalls already and Trynne smiled slightly, walking into the market and feeling the slight squelch of wet mud and sand beneath her boots, and she grimaced slightly at the feeling.

The sun was now visible above the sea and the sky had turned to a light, desaturated blue tone, and Trynne silently thanked Syna for the sunlight that now illuminated the market.

Calmly she made her way along the narrow passageways between the stalls, her eyes glancing over what was being sold until something caught her attention. A set of ten small black sticks next to a collection of sheets of parchment with drawings over them.

“What are those?” she asked, gesturing towards the black sticks. “The stick things?”

“Those? Charcoal sticks for drawing.” the man running the stall said and Trynne nodded thoughtfully.

“They make that?” she asked, gesturing to one of the pieces of parchment with drawings on it and watching as the man nodded. “How much are the sticks then?” she asked, watching him closely.

“Five copper for ten sticks, one silver for twenty.” the man said, acting as though he was offering a great deal and Trynne furrowed her brow before nodding to herself.

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“I’ll take ten then…” she said, grabbing five copper mizas and passing them to the man and taking the charcoal sticks from him, counting them to make sure that he had given her ten and placing them carefully into her backpack, before nodding thanks to the man and continued on her way.

Next, she came to a stall that seemed to be selling accessories and Trynne grinned looking over things before she found a dark brown belt, and she grinned wider, looking further until she found a pouch meant to be attached to a belt.

“How much are these? The belt and the pouch?” she asked, pointing at each respectively as she watched the woman manning the stall think carefully.

“The belt is two silver, the pouch is one gold, so twelve silver for both.” the woman said and Trynne thought for a moment.

“Would you be willing to take one gold for both?” she asked only to be met with a cold expression from the woman. “What about eleven silver?” she asked again, to see the same cold expression. “Fine, I have the twelve.” Trynne chuckled, counting out the money and passing it to the woman and collecting the belt and the pouch.

“Next time you do that you’ll be paying fifteen silver.” the woman said while glaring at Trynne, and Trynne nodded, turning quickly and leaving that stall, feeling as though she should avoid that woman in the future.

Briefly, she made her way out of the seaside market, so she could put the belt and the pouch on, placing a few coins into the pouch and grinning as she saw that it seemed to be sturdy enough. Then she added five of her charcoal sticks into the pouch, seeing whether the sticks would fair better in her backpack or in the pouch.

Happy with how the belt and pouch looked, she pulled her backpack back on and headed back into the seaside market to start looking over what was being sold again as the sun gradually rose higher and higher. Most of the stalls were not something that drew Trynne’s attention, and some she didn’t even have the chance to see thanks to the vast numbers of people that crowded around those stalls. She was certain that whatever those stalls were selling would be something interesting and probably quite cheap for whatever it was.

Frowning she passed the stalls and made her way further, finding where the stalls became more spaced out at the very edge of the market and she smiled, taking time to look over things until she began to hear the splash of water as she moved around. It seemed that the tide was coming in and Trynne frowned slightly, getting ready to leave the seaside market before the water got too high.

The last stall she passed caught her attention, and she found herself looking over a variety of cards and glass beads, her eyes finding a set of wooden pieces with various symbols carved onto them. They looked fairly damaged, as though they’d been snatched out of a fire just in time to prevent the wooden pieces being completely destroyed. Most of the symbols were readable, despite the scorch marks that littered the pieces and came dangerously close to the carved and painted symbols.

Ledger10 Charcoal Sticks- 5 CM
Belt and Pouch - 1 GM, 2 SM
Total - 1 GM, 2 SM, 5 CM
Word Count552

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“What are these?” Trynne asked as she pointed to the wooden pieces, curious about the things.

“Runestones. They’ll tell yer fortune if you know how to read them.” the man said and Trynne nodded. “They’re pretty damaged though. Will break soon if yer ain’t careful!” the man said again and Trynne thought for a moment.

“How much are they?” she asked and watched as the man counted the stones and thought for a moment.

“Five gold,” he said and Trynne nodded softly. In her mind, she was certain that they’d be practically useless, though they intrigued her and she wanted to know more about them.

“Five?” she mused out loud as she rifled through her pouch, grabbing the five gold mizas and passing them to the man that owned the stall, before taking the pieces of wood that he’d called rune stones and placing them into her backpack, hoping that they would manage to survive the rest of the day.

Looking down to see the water slowly rising, Trynne quickly hurried out of the Seaside Market and continued on her way. She soon found herself in Stumble Alley, her eyes cautiously looking over the buildings until she found the one she was looking for and carefully stepped inside to see the library.

Carefully, she moved as quietly as she could, before she pulled her backpack off and slid her Bagh Nakh off her hand, placing it into the backpack before she put the backpack back on and began running her fingers along the spines of the books, all of which seemed to be in fairly poor condition, although the names were still visible somehow.

“Morning?” a feminine voice came, catching Trynne off guard as she looked through the shelves, cursing silently that she hadn’t noticed anyone else here yet.

“Morning, sorry,” she said quickly, turning her head to look in the direction of the voice.

“Haven’t seen you around before. I’m Remmy.” the woman said and Trynne looked her up and down. “Looking for anything in particular?”

“Ah, hello. I’m Trynne.” Trynne introduced herself calmly, before thinking for a moment. “I was wondering if you had anything on rune stones?”

“For fortune-telling? We have a fortunetellers' journal but she were more than a little crazy so it might not be much use?” the woman offered, moving to the shelves and pulling a book out, and Trynne grinned widely.

“Ah really? That’s great!” she grinned, reaching out and accepting the book from Remmy before nodding thankfully and moving to take a seat and open the journal excitedly, frowning slightly at the messy scrawls that made up the words inside the journal.

Exhaling slowly, Trynne flipped through the pages until she found something that could be useful, a series of drawings that seemed slightly similar to the ones on the wooden rune stones that she had bought.

LedgerDamaged Wooden Rune Stones - 5 GM
Thread Total - 6 GM, 9 SM, 9 CM
Word Count475 words

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Carefully she tried to read through the scrawled notes next to each symbol, finding herself only able to decipher a couple of words. Sighing she retrieved her own blank book from her bag, alongside her quill and ink, and she began to copy down the symbol.

This one looked like a capital F, with its horizontal lines angled upwards slightly. Carefully she scrawled out the design, before reading the words next to it and copying those. “Cattle: Abundance … Effort. Reve…: Loss”.

Those words made little sense to her for now, but she made sure to read over them, hoping that she’d be able to find a fortuneteller that she could watch once or twice in order to make some sort of sense out of the scrawlings.

Next, she looked at the next drawing of the rune, finding it to be what looked like an ‘X’ and she copied that down, before taking a moment to read the scrawled notes and copying them down as neatly as she could. “Gift… Harm...us… Relationships: Unity.”. This patch of the text seemed shorter, with less that could have been damaged or ill-written.

Sighing irritably from trying to decipher the writing, Trynne looked into her backpack, pulling the runestones out, placing them into the pouch instead, her fingers running over them slightly as she did so before she thought of an idea. She shook the pouch slightly, allowing the runestones to mix up with each other before she placed her hand into the pouch and took hold of the first runestone that she found, pulling it out and looking at the markings on it.

This rune was a straight line with a line angled diagonally to the right and downwards from the top, and a second angled diagonally upwards and to the left at the bottom of the line. Frowning slightly she flipped through the book, seeing nothing that quite looked like the rune before looking through again, this time paying much more attention to the drawings.

Finally, she found one that seemed to be a badly drawn attempt at drawing the rune, with a few words written next to it. Frowning slightly she squinted, looking closer at the book to try to decipher the words.

“... Tree. Stabilty, … the ….ht thing. Pati… En...ance.” she muttered under her breath as she read through the messy, occasionally damaged text as she tried to process what it could mean, beginning to copy down the text.

“The… the right thing?” she mumbled to herself, writing the words down and putting a question mark next to them. “Patience? And… Enance? Endurance?” she wrote the word down, again putting a question mark next to the word to see if she could find anything else.

Sighing she finally closed both books, putting her own back in her bag before someone shouted at her.

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“Hey that ain’t yours!” the woman, Remmy, called out and Trynne froze, standing up and pulling her book back out, opening it to show the singular page that had any writing on it.

“It’s mine… I’m writing it…” she said blankly, unsure of how to react or respond as the woman took the book, checking it over and sighing, handing it back to Trynne and shaking her head.

“You need to make it more noticeable.” was all the woman said as she walked away again and Trynne nodded, putting it into her backpack again and putting the mad fortunetellers’ journal back on the shelf before she looked at her rune stones again, running her thumb over the one she’d drawn from the bag.

“Tree? The right thing, patience, and endurance?” she furrowed her brow as she stared at the damaged piece of wood with the symbol on it. “Do me right.” she half sighed, putting the stone back into her pouch. Then she picked up her bag and made her way back home, a slight feeling of uncomfortableness in the pit of her stomach.

She’d never felt the best walking home through the streets. She never knew who might be watching and who could be lurking in the shadows, just waiting for someone that they could easily steal from, and as such, she kept her wits about her as she glanced around constantly, her eyes lingering on the darkened alleyways that she passed by, trying to spot any foreboding silhouettes or menacing sets of eyes.

It wasn’t too long before she was opening the door of her apartment and slipping inside, shutting the door quickly behind her as she exhaled finally, the slight security that her home gave her being one of the few comforts that she had found in Sunberth. She was certain that her survival in the city so far had been purely down to a combination of luck protecting her from people just looking for trouble and a lack of threat on her part stopping her from being taken down by a rival looking to assert their dominance.

Sighing to herself she checked through her things, putting her backpack at the foot of her bed and pulling her book out, rereading everything she’d copied from the library before she placed the book on her bed and began to empty her pouch and placing everything down carefully. She inspected the contents before putting everything away carefully, meticulously finding a home for her new purchases before she removed her outer clothes and moved to sit on her bed before lying down, finding herself somewhat tired as she allowed herself to take a brief nap.

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