As she traipsed through the streets, the sunless sky stared down upon her, dark and uncaring as always.
It was but a simple shawl and cloak she wore to stave off the constant chill; brown and drab just like the poorly lit streets she walked. Yet she was not alone for there were still the morning parades of townsfolk heading to market, to work, to any place really, heads down and not a single smile afforded for ones neighbour. Sure one could call it a hubub of morning activity but one would be hard pressed to call it anything close to 'lively' activity. And just like those others in the streets, she too kept to herself, brown scarf covering brown face, basket in hand filled with the various ingredients and produce requested by
'Cheffie.'If anything betrayed her common drab look it was those eyes. The twin circlets shone like precious jade, the life therein betraying and piercing the atmosphere's cold, wet blanket that so many wrapped themselves within. Green eyes peered about the roads, curious to see if any recognized her dressed as she was. And loathe to use it, it was but second nature to implement her magical advantage of seeing clearly in the darkness afterall. Of course not a single one of the townsfolk paid her any mind, but still she wondered what would happen if they knew just who she used to be. A smile lit the dark behind that scarf. It was rather vain and self-centred, but she remembered who she used to be, and more importantly, she knew who she was here in Dawnhaven and what she had to do. What she did uplifted the spirits here, not to mention the healing effects it had on her own unworthy heart and cracked soul.
Her name was shortened to
'Na'Ri' by those that felt familiar or comfortable enough with her to call her by such a nick name. She was the errand girl of the Beholder. Rushing off to market in the morning, rolling out empty tankards and barrels, sweeping inside and out, and even washing a dish or two. Out through the back door and back in the same way. Yes, in the mornings, she was but Na'Ri the errand girl. As she pressed her hip to push open the back door, she was greeted fondly with that name. The filled basket she hefted up and onto the prep counter, calling out to 'Cheffie' as she did. The cook greeted her with a grand thanks as they went through the basket, nodding in appreciation with each item inspected. She then removed her scarf and smiled that signature smile; the one the nightly patrons recognized during those dazzling times they called her by her name proper.
Over to the closet she went and hung her cloak and scarf, trading them in for an apron and a tucking her dark hair into a bonnet. Once ready, she waltzed through the kitchen and made hear way out to the service area. There she could hear the voice of the proprietor and owner of the Beholder, the lovely
Ms. Sy-a. And of course a bee line she would make to the empath. Simple smiles and nods, she would give the sparse morning patrons; greeting and chatting them up individually would have to wait until after she co-ordinated her duties for the day with her boss.
But Na'Ri's spry steps slowed to a cautious gait. There were several unfamiliar voices drifting in through the doorway into the kitchen. Dark brows slanted downward with concern; the formal tones were not ones she was used to hearing at this time of day. She slowed her pace even further when she heard
his voice. Prince Flynn was here in the Beholder! That may mean that--
Pupils dialated as she came to a dead stop. Naz could only hear the thrumming of her heart in her ears and could start to feel the heat rising from her cheeks and other parts. Her jaw slackened yet still a pleasant shape formed at her full lips. All she could do now was lean against the frame separating the kitchen and the service area, staring at the princess, green eyes scintillating like gems, calm demeamour struggling to keep in check. Princess Octavia... oh but her majesty was such a beguiling sight to behold!
Na'Ri felt the goofy grin start to take form upon her visage and green eyes popped wide in realization. Heat and blood rushed her cheeks as she bit her lower lip and aimed her gaze at the worn planks neath her feet. She watched her brown hands wring out her embarrassment for a few seconds longer, then she entered into the service area, eyes low and walking demurely.
"Hail to your highnesses," a proper curtsy she donned the royal pair,
"a welcome pleasure and honour it is in your presence."Eyes still averted, she stepped slowly towards Sy-a and turned, flanking her as always, hands clasped neatly in front of her, resting upon her apron. As she waited to be dismissed or ordered to a duty, the young woman took a deep breath and smiled, green eyes sparkling as her mind searched for lyrics fitting for a royal. Oh, but this morning could not have started any better.
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