A stifling summer wind whipped its way along the day court streets, kicking up sand as it went, twisting and twirling around corners and down alleyways. Teiran moved along the sand covered roads like a shadow, silent and smoothly, unbothered by the grit that was flung against her body by the breeze. It was quiet, silence stretching along every wall and through every hall. There was little movement, little activity, and the hovering solitude suited her just fine.
Most of the nobles had probably hidden themselves away in their homes, lavishing themselves in their fineries away from the mid-afternoon sun lest their skin be damaged or they themselves perspire in the heat. Still, many others clung to the shadows, darkening the ends of alleys with their blackmarket trades and questionable intentions. Teiran’s sage eyes took everything in with the barest of flickers, subtle sideways glances and a twist of her ear here and there. She observed completely without ever looking like she observed at all.
Though the court recovers, the people recover, there will always be lingerings of the transgressions against them in wearied, wary eyes and scoured walls. Keen as the serpentine girl was meant she had seen the blue fire that had risen from the pass to Denocte and she wondered: what transgression had befallen their neighbors of night? So long as it was no threat for her home and her people, she had little unease of the situation though she would be wrong to admit she had no curiosity at all.
Teiran paused alongside a fountain, dipping her head to drink from the crystalline water. Its mist brought a coolness to the air that soaked up some of the swelter brought upon them by the sun as it nipped at the backs. Solterra carried so much unforgiveness within it that it was no wonder why Solis’ people were hardened as they were. Though, perhaps, that had been changing in recent weeks. The rose hued warrior’s ears latched onto the sound of approaching steps, and her eyes slid over the reflection of another as she finished drinking and straightened to meet their arrival.
Most of the nobles had probably hidden themselves away in their homes, lavishing themselves in their fineries away from the mid-afternoon sun lest their skin be damaged or they themselves perspire in the heat. Still, many others clung to the shadows, darkening the ends of alleys with their blackmarket trades and questionable intentions. Teiran’s sage eyes took everything in with the barest of flickers, subtle sideways glances and a twist of her ear here and there. She observed completely without ever looking like she observed at all.
Though the court recovers, the people recover, there will always be lingerings of the transgressions against them in wearied, wary eyes and scoured walls. Keen as the serpentine girl was meant she had seen the blue fire that had risen from the pass to Denocte and she wondered: what transgression had befallen their neighbors of night? So long as it was no threat for her home and her people, she had little unease of the situation though she would be wrong to admit she had no curiosity at all.
Teiran paused alongside a fountain, dipping her head to drink from the crystalline water. Its mist brought a coolness to the air that soaked up some of the swelter brought upon them by the sun as it nipped at the backs. Solterra carried so much unforgiveness within it that it was no wonder why Solis’ people were hardened as they were. Though, perhaps, that had been changing in recent weeks. The rose hued warrior’s ears latched onto the sound of approaching steps, and her eyes slid over the reflection of another as she finished drinking and straightened to meet their arrival.
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