[center]Aëyr, selkie.[/center]
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There is no sound Aëyr preferred over the sound of [i]silence[/i]. Deep in the ocean, all sound is blunted and deep, reverbrations that one more [i]feels[/i] than hears.

On land, however, sounds are sharp, loud, and altogether difficult to ignore.

And in the great cities of the landborne, there is almost no escaping from its constant barrage.

Cloak pulled tightly about her, hood hanging low, Aëyr wandered the streets near aimlessly as she tried to slither her way through the bustling crowds, doing her utmost not to be noticed. She had been made well aware of the Renaltan tendency towards acceptance, and yet, she preferred not to draw attention. She was a foreigner to these parts, and more importantly, so was her race. As far as she could tell, the only selkies of this world lived out at sea, distant from these kingdoms and far past even the docks of Tuleria, where she had first met the acquaintance of the continent. Freak or not, Aëyr preferred being the observer, not the observee.

As of yet, she had had some difficulty adapting to her new role as Queen's Blade. Though she had most certainly joined their rank willingly, she now found herself wondering if this was truly the sort of life she was built for. Ever since she had been « freed » of her servitude in the Free Holds, she had had no place in this world, nowhere to call home. Wandering across the continent, from the Imperium to Rheinfeld and finally down to Renalta, all she had ever known was movement. She fled from conflict when it arose, and she searched for peace wherever she could find it. In a sense, the road itself had become her home.

But here in the Capitol, she was lost. Free to do as she pleased, but shackled by the confines of the city. Until they were sent out again, until she could serve as she had been trained to do for the years of her life spent a slave, she was lost in stagnance.

And so she wandered the streets, be it day or night, waiting to be commanded, waiting to be led.

And while she was at it, she observed.

Sometimes she watched the common folk, attempting to meld herself amongst them and give herself a taste of routine and daily life, to escape her life through theirs. On rare occasion, she would find herself talked to, and forced to interact. In such cases, she would abort as quickly as possible. However, much of her time was instead spent watching her fellow Blades. Seeing them come and go, who they chose to interact with, what they chose to do.

Born in a shoal where all was shared, and then having every most intimate detail sold out of her for the right amount of coin for three years, Aëyr had never quite learned the value of "privacy".