lilly_child_RP
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- Posted: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 23:19:19 +0000
How long now? Three hours? It was a depressingly long time to be stuck in an objects shadow. But now the caravan cart had grown quiet, leaving room for all the sounds of the great religious city, Belorner. Despite being a creature whose face showed little if any emotion that did not pertain to utter boredom and displeasure, Astyri was quite pleased with herself.
Somewhere along the outside of the wall surrounding the city she had waited, pressed against the stone as a shadow. Caravan, horse, and person; many of each had passed but, and this was perhaps by chance though fate may have played a role, the first shadow heading into the city to cross the Shadow Elf, or Drow as some might call her, belonged to none other than the lead wagon of the Blue Caravan. Without hesitation Astyri slipped from the wall’s elongating shadow into that of the wagon and it had carried her through the line undetected. Like a minuscule parasite she had ridden the shadow right past the checkpoint and into the city.
And now it at last was safe for her to emerge. She was slightly fatigued from the lengthy expanse spent in the shadows, parallel to a jogger having just returned from a morning workout, but it was nothing that would not pass with time. As if attached to strings connected to the sky Astyri lifted from the wagons shadow. The horses behind her started slightly but all in all the elf gave them no reason to worry, and before long their attention had been relocated onto the fodder before them. She stretched wide and then settled her arms at her sides. A quick self check reviled her bow and arrows to be secure on her back, her knife pouch full and buttoned, and her dagger(a blade that appeared caught between sword and hunting knife) was attached to her thigh by reddened leather straps. All was in order.
As she moved behind the caravan, aiming to make it to the market without being seen by any of the travelers, her autumn red sarong flowed about her ankles on it’s own accord. That is to say that the wind blew in the opposite direction of that which her skirts and hair blew. Astyri took no notice to this, it was how it was, she was how she was and despite the winds direction she moved on her own breeze, one created by the shadows around her. Lazily she peeked out from behind the wagon, letting her candy apple eyes decipher a path. From there she moved forward, walking as if she was meant to be there amongst the wagons, as if she belonged. Her shoes were leather soled and made very little sound, which pleased her more for if she wasn’t distracted by her own sounds there was much more attention left to give to the sprawling market place before her. Long strides brought the woman to the first row of stands.
Food
Yes food was her first order of business. Her right hand, slender and dark like the night sky lit by a full moon, snaked to her waist and pulled the string which attached her coin purse to her belt. The contents of the bag jingled happily as she moved the bag. It seemed to her that the money was pleased to be spent. She chose a fried bred dish from the nearest food stand and paid for it with out so much as a “please” or “thank you“. The merchant would most likely mutter some obscenity behind her back, but Astyri hardly minded. Humans rarely understood the placid features and mannerisms of the Drow. That was fine with her, they need not understand to be beautiful and fragile, not in the slightest.
Hazy eyes with drooped lids scanned the crowds from behind a veil of nearly white hair. She stood above nearly all the women and was nearly as tall as most of the men, making looking around fairly manageable, though she still was required to stand on tip toe to see farther down the aisles of stalls. She moved off to the side after concluding that there was nothing else she wanted from the market. She had a gourd of water on her hip to drink from, and this wonderful pan-fried bread to satisfy the knot of hunger that had taken up residence in her stomach. Astyri found a bench, surprisingly empty, and placed herself upon it while she ate her simple meal. As she chewed her eyes eventually drifted back to the Blue Caravan. She’d have to go back and see about joining them officially instead of riding around in their wake as she had done earlier that day. But for now she was content to watch it and marvel at it.