Post by songsofinfinity on Apr 28, 2017 22:06:27 GMT -6
- Twist of Fate -
Characters
Nafisa, Tristan
Location
Nafisa's shrine outside Zuiseset
Time of Day
Midafternoon
Weather
Hot and dry, with clear skies
Tristan
Seroran | Farmer
"I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland."
Seroran | Farmer
"I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland."
Tristan sighed as he walked down one of the outer streets of Zuiseset. It had been a long day, and it wasn't even terribly late, the sky overhead still a bright cloudless blue, bright as Alya's feathers. The sun was beating down overhead, heat rising off the street in shimmering waves. He shifted his wings and shifted his shoulder to adjust his back.
Despite his weariness, it had been a good day. Alya had blessed him with good prices for what crops he had, considering the current crisis, and he'd picked up a new variety of orchid for his greenhouse. He was eager to start his journey back home to study it, but first, he wanted to take a moment to rest. He'd been on his feet all day.
He looked around, pulling a canteen out of his pack and opening it as he did so. Holding it lightly with his telekinesis, he glanced over the few houses and shops in the area. There weren't many this far from the city center, and he began to wonder if one of the houses had someone who would let him step inside for a moment to get out of the heat.
He put the canteen to his lips, but to his dismay it was empty, not even a drop left in the small leather bottle. He put it back in his pack, mentally berating himself for the oversight - it could have been dangerous if he'd started for home without water - and started walking again, looking for a place that might take him in.
Another few blocks down, he saw a small shrine dedicated to Alya. Perhaps the Mullah would have some water for a weary traveler, and they'd certainly be willing to let him stand for a few minutes. Feeling a little better he headed for the shrine, stepping into the shade just inside the doorway with a relieved sigh. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the slightly dimmer indoor lighting, and he called out, not wanting to startle anyone inside. "Hello? I don't want to disturb anyone, I'm just trying to get out of the heat." He shifted his pack again as he waited for a response. Hopefully the mullah would have some water so he could fill his canteen before he started for home.
Despite his weariness, it had been a good day. Alya had blessed him with good prices for what crops he had, considering the current crisis, and he'd picked up a new variety of orchid for his greenhouse. He was eager to start his journey back home to study it, but first, he wanted to take a moment to rest. He'd been on his feet all day.
He looked around, pulling a canteen out of his pack and opening it as he did so. Holding it lightly with his telekinesis, he glanced over the few houses and shops in the area. There weren't many this far from the city center, and he began to wonder if one of the houses had someone who would let him step inside for a moment to get out of the heat.
He put the canteen to his lips, but to his dismay it was empty, not even a drop left in the small leather bottle. He put it back in his pack, mentally berating himself for the oversight - it could have been dangerous if he'd started for home without water - and started walking again, looking for a place that might take him in.
Another few blocks down, he saw a small shrine dedicated to Alya. Perhaps the Mullah would have some water for a weary traveler, and they'd certainly be willing to let him stand for a few minutes. Feeling a little better he headed for the shrine, stepping into the shade just inside the doorway with a relieved sigh. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the slightly dimmer indoor lighting, and he called out, not wanting to startle anyone inside. "Hello? I don't want to disturb anyone, I'm just trying to get out of the heat." He shifted his pack again as he waited for a response. Hopefully the mullah would have some water so he could fill his canteen before he started for home.
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