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Panril let out a sigh as she allowed herself to rest momentarily, leaning against a pillar of crates she had spent the last few hours sorting, stamping, and stacking. She moved her hands in front of her hands, wincing as she unwrapped the strips of linen bound around them. Throughout the day she was susceptible to getting cuts and splinters, to the point where she had to eventually start wrapping her hands. She exhaled sharply as she yanked a long chip of wood out of her palm.
Panril didn't pride herself on her ability to make friends, she normally kept to herself. But she did find herself enjoying the company of the other elven dock workers. Maybe because they could all get together during their meager breaks and complain about their bosses. It also made the walk back to the alienage a lot safer, humans are more likely to fight a single elf then an entire group. Panril turned the splinter over in her palm for a moment, before holding it up to show one of the elves next to her.
The dark haired elf laughed as he picked up the splinter, holding it out away from his face and gripping the piece of wood with his thumb and index fingers.
“Ya know Panny, if you squint a little...” He paused, narrowing his eyes, “It kinda looks like the harbor masters nose.”
The other elves, Panril included, burst out laughing as the elf put the splinter up against his face. He stood up, taking up a slouchy and bitter stance. He cleared his throat a few times, as if asking for silence.
“Hey! Knife-Ears!” He grunted out, imitating the boss. “Get back to work! I'm not paying you to braid your hair!”
The elves laughed again.
The dark haired elf sat down again, tossing the splinter into the dark waters below. Another elf, a girl with bright green eyes, sat down behind Panril. She began to braid her silver hair, as if to make a point, as Panril rebound her hands. The green eyed elf scratched at her face for a moment, her skin feeling irritated under cheaply done vallaslin, before continuing with skilled fingers.
A feeling of tranquility fell over the city elves.
Once the elves shifts ended for the day they lined up outside of the harbor masters office, each received a single copper piece, and then were on their way. The group of them began to walk home, towards the alienage, but Panril lagged behind a bit. The green eyed elf noticed this, and broke away from the pack to walk alongside Panril.
"What's eating you Ma Vhenan?"
"There is a new Grand Cleric being inaugurated today..." Panril began, only to be cut off by her dark haired friend who was currently trying to balance his copper piece on his nose.
"I never really pegged you as a religious type Panny, especially a Shem religion type."
Panril interrupted him this time, pointing. "Yes! Exactly! The weird thing is that the new Grand Cleric is an elf, from our very alienage! It just seems too weird not to check out myself."
At this point the group had stopped walking, allowing Panril to take a detour to the Chantry part of Hightown while the rest went on to the alienage. The green eyed elf pressed a quick kiss into Panril's cheek before hurrying home.
The lone elf forgot how scary it was to walk alone through the streets of Hightown. She was an easy target, a target that many wouldn't feel sad to see go. She wondered if it would be worse once she got to the chantry. If the crowd turned violent would she be hurt? It was too late to turn back now, as she found herself moving to the back of the crowd. She swallowed thickly, eyes darting around nervously.
Panril didn't pride herself on her ability to make friends, she normally kept to herself. But she did find herself enjoying the company of the other elven dock workers. Maybe because they could all get together during their meager breaks and complain about their bosses. It also made the walk back to the alienage a lot safer, humans are more likely to fight a single elf then an entire group. Panril turned the splinter over in her palm for a moment, before holding it up to show one of the elves next to her.
The dark haired elf laughed as he picked up the splinter, holding it out away from his face and gripping the piece of wood with his thumb and index fingers.
“Ya know Panny, if you squint a little...” He paused, narrowing his eyes, “It kinda looks like the harbor masters nose.”
The other elves, Panril included, burst out laughing as the elf put the splinter up against his face. He stood up, taking up a slouchy and bitter stance. He cleared his throat a few times, as if asking for silence.
“Hey! Knife-Ears!” He grunted out, imitating the boss. “Get back to work! I'm not paying you to braid your hair!”
The elves laughed again.
The dark haired elf sat down again, tossing the splinter into the dark waters below. Another elf, a girl with bright green eyes, sat down behind Panril. She began to braid her silver hair, as if to make a point, as Panril rebound her hands. The green eyed elf scratched at her face for a moment, her skin feeling irritated under cheaply done vallaslin, before continuing with skilled fingers.
A feeling of tranquility fell over the city elves.
Once the elves shifts ended for the day they lined up outside of the harbor masters office, each received a single copper piece, and then were on their way. The group of them began to walk home, towards the alienage, but Panril lagged behind a bit. The green eyed elf noticed this, and broke away from the pack to walk alongside Panril.
"What's eating you Ma Vhenan?"
"There is a new Grand Cleric being inaugurated today..." Panril began, only to be cut off by her dark haired friend who was currently trying to balance his copper piece on his nose.
"I never really pegged you as a religious type Panny, especially a Shem religion type."
Panril interrupted him this time, pointing. "Yes! Exactly! The weird thing is that the new Grand Cleric is an elf, from our very alienage! It just seems too weird not to check out myself."
At this point the group had stopped walking, allowing Panril to take a detour to the Chantry part of Hightown while the rest went on to the alienage. The green eyed elf pressed a quick kiss into Panril's cheek before hurrying home.
The lone elf forgot how scary it was to walk alone through the streets of Hightown. She was an easy target, a target that many wouldn't feel sad to see go. She wondered if it would be worse once she got to the chantry. If the crowd turned violent would she be hurt? It was too late to turn back now, as she found herself moving to the back of the crowd. She swallowed thickly, eyes darting around nervously.
@Dragonbud But it is her hat! She should recognize it and not need to pay for it!
Hehehehehe don't worry Alula would have some cryptic words about this situation.
Alula twiddled her thumbs anxiously once Arastoph finally took her coin purse. Before the man could acknowledge her money, however, Vis came over. Even with the half-elf attempting to conceal his voice, Alula could hear him. Blame it on her being rather perceptive, or because she is used to hearing whispers in her ears. But Vis had threatened the merchant, much to Alula's dismay. She resisted the urge to glare at the half-elf as he returned over to his tree.
In reality the last thing anyone would want to do it threaten a merchant.
She tried to keep her expression neutral when the man counted out her money, and said it was more expensive then that. It was obvious that Alula was in distress, however. Hazy eyes widened and her hands began to twitch again. She thought quickly about everything she owned. She needed to keep her staff, it was her only way of moving as well as casting. She bent over, slightly awkwardly because of her crippled leg, and took off her sandals. They had tiny pictures of moons and stars stitched into the canvas. They looked well worn, but maybe they would sweeten the deal.
Alula then patted down her sides. She could feel her knife through her robes. She reached into her robes and pulled the knife off of her belt. It was a beautiful dagger, iridescent paint shining in the sun, but she never found herself using it in combat. She knew the knife was important to her, or at least that's what the voices told her, but her hat was more important.
She held the sandals and the dagger out to the merchant, trying to keep the desperation out of her eyes. She got the horrible feeling that this might not be enough either. But that was everything she owned. Alula glanced around at her companions. Most of them were broke already.
In reality the last thing anyone would want to do it threaten a merchant.
She tried to keep her expression neutral when the man counted out her money, and said it was more expensive then that. It was obvious that Alula was in distress, however. Hazy eyes widened and her hands began to twitch again. She thought quickly about everything she owned. She needed to keep her staff, it was her only way of moving as well as casting. She bent over, slightly awkwardly because of her crippled leg, and took off her sandals. They had tiny pictures of moons and stars stitched into the canvas. They looked well worn, but maybe they would sweeten the deal.
Alula then patted down her sides. She could feel her knife through her robes. She reached into her robes and pulled the knife off of her belt. It was a beautiful dagger, iridescent paint shining in the sun, but she never found herself using it in combat. She knew the knife was important to her, or at least that's what the voices told her, but her hat was more important.
She held the sandals and the dagger out to the merchant, trying to keep the desperation out of her eyes. She got the horrible feeling that this might not be enough either. But that was everything she owned. Alula glanced around at her companions. Most of them were broke already.
Well if it makes you feel better Alula doesn't hate Arastoph. She is 100% convinced that her hat is worth more then 165 gold. It's practically priceless to her.
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@Spoopy Scary I had kinda just assumed, since he is a cold, manipulating, door-to-door salesman who would sell my enemies a knife to stab me with.
but before that he would sell you some accidental death insurance.
Burning. Burning. Why were her eyes burning? She shivered despite the overwhelming heat encompassing her body. All she could see was a white light, searing out her other senses. Was she staring into the sun? She could hear far away voices, like memories lost in time, but they were overshadowed by music. A song so enchanting that she found herself completely dazed. She felt pulled in by its radiance, the sounds of words she could not comprehend and tones that she could never remember.
She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes, trying to break from its pull. Eventually the light died down, becoming nothing more then sunspots in her vision, but the music remained. It was soft like the final echoes of sound across a lake, but she was still aware of it. Once her vision cleared she noticed she was looking in Carvers direction, and he had smiled and nodded.
Alula sat in silence for a few moments, trying to get her bearings again. Her companions were gathering together, maybe to talk about next plans. And there was another child with them. Voices began to scream, a warning, but she did not heed them. The child mentioned her hat, and then beckoned to another stranger. Her hat was tied around his neck, no doubt. She struggled to her feet, trying to keep weight off of her crippled leg, and with staff in hand began to hobble over towards the group.
She stopped in front of the strange man, paying no heed to the dangerous child next to her, and looked him dead in the eyes. Without her hat it was clear to see her eyes were glowing. Her expression was one of anger, and she opened her mouth to speak words she did not understand, and yet knew more about then anyone.
"Born into this world, pure and yet hated. To atone for crimes never committed. A full life never to live."
Her expression changed, from anger to understanding and then quickly back to her default expressionless. She understood. But he still had her hat. Alula grabbed her coin purse out of her robes, trying to force it into the strange man's hands. She pointed to the hat, struggling to find words.
She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes, trying to break from its pull. Eventually the light died down, becoming nothing more then sunspots in her vision, but the music remained. It was soft like the final echoes of sound across a lake, but she was still aware of it. Once her vision cleared she noticed she was looking in Carvers direction, and he had smiled and nodded.
Alula sat in silence for a few moments, trying to get her bearings again. Her companions were gathering together, maybe to talk about next plans. And there was another child with them. Voices began to scream, a warning, but she did not heed them. The child mentioned her hat, and then beckoned to another stranger. Her hat was tied around his neck, no doubt. She struggled to her feet, trying to keep weight off of her crippled leg, and with staff in hand began to hobble over towards the group.
She stopped in front of the strange man, paying no heed to the dangerous child next to her, and looked him dead in the eyes. Without her hat it was clear to see her eyes were glowing. Her expression was one of anger, and she opened her mouth to speak words she did not understand, and yet knew more about then anyone.
"Born into this world, pure and yet hated. To atone for crimes never committed. A full life never to live."
Her expression changed, from anger to understanding and then quickly back to her default expressionless. She understood. But he still had her hat. Alula grabbed her coin purse out of her robes, trying to force it into the strange man's hands. She pointed to the hat, struggling to find words.
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