Post by Lady Frost on Feb 4, 2018 6:32:13 GMT -5
At the peak of Shar's late evening, a very large, dark, winged 'whoosh' suddenly and quickly passes over the city from off the coast towards the west. After about the duration of a short Sunite whipping, a woman dressed in attire befitting a rich noble, enters the city through the main western gates; her intriguing dark hood revealing only glossy pink lips as she passes. With a casual stroll, the woman makes her way through the dark streets until she stands outside Talbot's Table where she comes to a pause. She gazes north for a long moment before turning south and entering the Table.
She pauses again just inside the door, where she takes a soft breath and scans the room. Her dark hood briefly pauses on Talbot and while only an instant, one might feel more than just a look was exchanged. As she begins to move towards the back, her attention settles on an old familiar table. Her heels click softly as she casually approaches the table and she reaches out and rests a hand on the back of one of its chairs.
After settling onto the seat next to it, the woman leans back and moves both hands around her unusual mug. Her adamantine fingernails idly begin clicking against it and in a matter of moments the Erinyes accompanies her. "It has been years since I was here..."
She lets the comment hang knowing the Erinyes cannot respond to it, then considers a moment and speaks again to it. "Do I miss this place?"
Near instantly, as if without thought, the Erinyes responds in a direct and cold tone, "No."
The woman considers the answer for a moment. All the while still conscious of her surroundings, she again engages the Erinyes. "What does this feeling mean?"
Once more, as if without any needed thought, it responds, "It means you long for what this place once represented."
With a hint of curiousness, "And what does this place represent?"
"Progress", was all the Erinyes added.
With a few blinks, the woman's mind was once again fully engaged in the tavern. Taking her time to finish what is in her mug, she eventually replaces it away in her pack before leaving a few coins on the table and standing. With a final look at the chair next to her, the finely dressed woman makes her way out of the establishment and north to the ferry.
She pauses again just inside the door, where she takes a soft breath and scans the room. Her dark hood briefly pauses on Talbot and while only an instant, one might feel more than just a look was exchanged. As she begins to move towards the back, her attention settles on an old familiar table. Her heels click softly as she casually approaches the table and she reaches out and rests a hand on the back of one of its chairs.
After settling onto the seat next to it, the woman leans back and moves both hands around her unusual mug. Her adamantine fingernails idly begin clicking against it and in a matter of moments the Erinyes accompanies her. "It has been years since I was here..."
She lets the comment hang knowing the Erinyes cannot respond to it, then considers a moment and speaks again to it. "Do I miss this place?"
Near instantly, as if without thought, the Erinyes responds in a direct and cold tone, "No."
The woman considers the answer for a moment. All the while still conscious of her surroundings, she again engages the Erinyes. "What does this feeling mean?"
Once more, as if without any needed thought, it responds, "It means you long for what this place once represented."
With a hint of curiousness, "And what does this place represent?"
"Progress", was all the Erinyes added.
With a few blinks, the woman's mind was once again fully engaged in the tavern. Taking her time to finish what is in her mug, she eventually replaces it away in her pack before leaving a few coins on the table and standing. With a final look at the chair next to her, the finely dressed woman makes her way out of the establishment and north to the ferry.