Post by hey-stardust on Dec 28, 2018 8:01:39 GMT -6
LETHE | VAGABOND | RANGER
Kick me when I'm down, keep me on the ground.
From the ones who I thought they would never leave,
who gave you so much faith?
The trek down to Nariah's inner depths made Lethe's bones ache.
If it weren't for stringent customs practised amongst the citizens, he might have found the sprawling, underground metropolis a curiosity just begging to be explored, but with prying eyes and pursed lips, he just felt heavily exposed and heartily out of place the longer he remained.
It was a long and arduous process to get into the city, supplying endless credentials and waiting for someone to guide him through it like a lost child. For someone of his stature, the situation felt borderline humiliating to be a part of; but, he reminded himself, he had agreed to this job, so he would simply have to grin and bear it, holding his tongue and hope that he was not kept from the surface for too long.
The hippocampus found himself staring at the sky above them until it disappeared once he was situated with an escort, thoughts adrift as sunlight gave way to the strange, illuminated crystals that jutted out from the uneven cliff faces, soaking everything in a dull, purple glow. How could you spend your entire life here, and not wonder once what lies beyond these walls?
Time seemed to move surprisingly slow underground, and it felt like hours before they arrived at their destination, with his guide merely nodding at a house before them, then leaving Lethe to his own devices, melting back into the crowd.
With a wearied sigh, Lethe reached out with a brief flare of golden teke and knocked firmly on the door before him. He waited a few moments before speaking, listening intently for the sound of soft footfalls on the other side.
"I've got a package for uh," he paused for a moment, eyes flicking down to read the letter in front of him. "Arya?"
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