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[The Lady Of Yggdrasil]

To the Gypsy that I was...

Bellaluna Arividecci Dobrev
Location~
Mood~
Wearing~Belly Dancing Attire in Black
Theme~Cola by Lana Del Rey
Interesting In~

Bellaluna's tresses glowed in the moonlight as she walked the narrow path of the alleyway. As a gypsy woman she followed wherever the alleys and roads took her, and on this night they'd take her to a place she couldn't imagine being before. The bells and coins on her hips jangled loudly as she walked the path which led her to a stairway, a door, for which she'd open after she stomped out a lit cigarette. She'd twist her foot and stomp out the lipstick stained bud with ember on one side out. She felt the door and let her hand glide down smoothly as she entered the place, her black curls framing her beautiful face, her green eyes glancing about the room before she entered fully. She made her way to the bar, her hips had more of an exagerated sway than most women due to her being a belly dancer. A seat beckons her and she meets it gladly after a hard days work. She is sat at a bar, and clears her throat for the glance of a bartender. She only wants her bourbon...and to know where she's ended up this time.

Faces freedom with little fear.

[syorukyra]

onyx2047

It's end endless story. A brief ray of light shines in the darkness…

Kaya smiled, proud this time, and a tad bit flattered. “Of course. Only the best here at the Crimson. Your compliment is well taken.” And not just a human standard of “best.” But he refrained from that addition. His laquer-smooth eyes met with the glowing yellow of his client’s.

His smile turned to a more wiry smirk. “It is one of many titles, even if incomplete. I’d rather not name all my names, and the honors mortals call me, or of my two siblings.” Of course, his name was something he’d simply named himself for this sliver of his history. His original, true name was nothing to be lightly thrown about and nor did he have too much want to return to his darker natures for the time being. Everyone did deserve a sort of vacation from time to time, even with thousands of years in between.

The silence that hung between them as his client sipped the chilled Juyondai was thick, filled with questions, remarks, who knows what could’ve been said. Faintly, the Queen wondered if the woman truly was curious, and more than simply puzzled at what he was. Staring wasn't polite in mortal scial standards, but of course, who here was quite mortal?

“Still curious?” Kaya commented offhandedly, in an almost song-like tone. The sort of expression mothers wore when being persisted upon by children with endless questions passed over his features briefly. He gave a casual toss of his curls back behind him, weaving between both fingers a small section of cloth. However, this cloth remained blank-- as pure as cherub’s wings. In the corner of his silver eyes, he caught sight of a new woman joining their ranks of customers tonight. However, she had only sat herself upon one of the stools at the bar with nary a request. With a soft sigh, the red-headed weaver tugged upon the currently muted mind link with his only pet and servant, calling him.

Little time passed, perhaps only minutes when one of the heavy doors of the Crimson crashed open, revealing the Queen’s faithful servant-- Kai Velgreed. He was in one of his worser shapes-- ripped, torn leather coat, and blood spattered blouse, vest, and slacks aside. His dirty golden hair, that of which matched his topaz eyes was matted with both crimson and black liquid. Scales like that of a black serpent lined the left side of his face, trailing down to his neck and past the collar of his shirt. His dark, pitch black blood oozed between a few of cracks. Even as he limped to the side of his Queen, a sporadic trail of his liquid life dotted his path.

Kaya’s plush, painted lips formed a small ‘o’ and he immediately frayed open his time-space reserve, pulling the threads-- this time as soft as silk-- to cradle his battered servant’s form.

…It's still an illusion. The glory of the truth is drawn in this clash...

[onyx2047]

Location: Main level ~ Bar ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


Her eye's never left his face. She watched ever inflection he made and she didn't care now if she was staring. Of course it was broken by soft blinks. Her signature cocky little side smirk spread over her lips.
"oh I'm curious darling. However, it tends to either get me into trouble or leaves me sore. And tonight I just want to relax. I'd like a room if that's alright?" she asked Kaya.

Now this wasn't right. What was a guy, who looked like they were a groan away from being a zombie, doing, approaching a being as meticulous and imacculate as kaya? The smell was off putting. She finished off her drink and got to her feet. Onyx's custom back holster bore many weapons, little shop of horrors, but she wasn't looking for no fight. She wanted a hot tub, a soft bed, and maybe get laid somewhere's in between that. She waited for Kaya.

(Edited. Sorry for the slight munching. Clearly I wasn't paying attention)

[DevilsAssistant]

It was always alleyways. Lonely, filthy alleyways. In this one was a bar named Crimson Blood. How delightfully typical.

Leena wasn't one to traverse for pleasure. While she found herself able to enjoy most kinds of scenes, the typical magical tavern included, they were often for business. There just wasn't time. She was a terribly busy demon, after all. But that allowed her to lie under the radar, just where she wanted to be.

Beyond the outside scenery, however, the building seemed to change its tone. Leena was greeted with a wide, lavish entrance hall and a grand staircase leading to the building's higher floors. Her silver-buckled, black leather knee-length combat boots made the sound of slow, steady footsteps against the floor as she wandered into the large area. Her silver-buckled, black trenchcoat, though open, hid her small frame well within its larger one; her high-collared black shirt and black pleated leather skirt could barely be made out from the shadows, much less the delicate peach tone of her thighs that showed for just a few inches above her boots. The large silver metal circles across her wide black belt, however, were easily discernible with any kind of lighting. On her hands, she wore black leather gloves, a simple black cord with a black ebony cross wrapped tightly several times around the wrist of her left hand, and on her head, a stereotypical black vampire hunter hat - arguably the most flamboyant part of her attire. Straight black hair fell behind her back in two tightly-wrapped braids, tied at the ends with glossy red ribbon.

She stopped for a minute, as if to take in her surroundings. How grand an interior. Well, didn't she feel out of place.

Then again, dressed as a vampire hunter, she could never really feel that incongruous. She had to hold back a smirk on those bright red lips, an inside joke just for herself.

Making use of the pause in her step, she turned her head to the left and then to the right, as if contemplating where she was supposed to be going. The silver chain of her ebony cross necklace glinted transiently as it moved in and out of the shadows of her hat. Nonetheless, her silver Ankh earrings, as well as her face, remained deeply hidden in the darkness.

The bar area was likely up ahead. Did she want to stop for a drink? Leena supposed she couldn't have just come all this way for nothing. A drink would mitigate her costs, if only slightly.

Her steps resumed their pace, as leisurely and steady as before, as she made her way to the bar area. Leena barely even stepped inside the place, those deep violet eyes didn't even flicker, and she had already sized up the room. A sparsely occupied bar. They all seemed to be that way these days. It was as if everyone had up and decided that magical taverns were centuries dated and there was a new rage in town all at the same time. Still, sparsity didn't matter to her too much. She didn't terribly like crowded bars anyway; they were loud, raucous, and cramped. Those kinds of conditions could easily make situations difficult.

Leena had stopped just a bit past the area's entrance, her dark figure no doubt casting a shadow itself in the lighted space. Her gloved right hand came to rest graciously on her hip as she tilted her head slightly to the side. "Hm..." she murmured to herself quietly, almost as if in thought. But maybe it was just for show. Action, after all, could always be divorced from intention.

This question was for the room in general. Her voice rang cheerful, firm, and strong. "Did any of you happen to see..." There was the almost imperceptible pause in her voice, as if searching for the right word to describe what she wanted. This time, a confident smile really did appear on her lips and her eyes moved from one occupant to the other, though her face was still obscured by the large shadow created by her hat. "A beerkeep?"

[syorukyra]

onyx2047

Odiah

It's end endless story. A brief ray of light shines in the darkness…

}{ …what in the world is a beerkeep? Also, no one knows that Kai is Kaya’s servant at the moment because the mind-link is not visible... For all he could be would be another client, that is unless Onyx can see into people’s minds... but even then, Kaya keeps his mind well closed and secured cat_sweatdrop Also, please check the OOC thread from time to time. I'd like to keep OOC down here. }{


Kaya dropped his pet through the time-space slit he’d opened at the base of the bar. Except for the black blood splatters left behind by the Velgreed, not much else told of his presence there only a few seconds earlier. The Queen’s eyes narrowed as Onyx’s met his gaze. The stench of sulfur, charcoal, brimstone, and mammalian blood had accompanied Kai into the building. Past the bar’s quartz counters, the dark blood he’d dripped all over the floor was slowly collecting into a thin line resembling a snake. The weaver clicked his tongue against his teeth at the mess. With a soft hissing sound past his lips, an accompanied command, the snake reare it’s black, triangular head, the red tongue flicking past long white fangs before it slid along the floor to coil behind the counter around one of the bottles.

He sighed, returning his full attention to Onyx.

“A room, of course,” the red-head smiled apologetically. He stepped out from behind the bar, passing through the webbing of fivers as if they never existed. Each step was like light hail falling upon thick glass, the bustle of his dress trailing like the feathers and fall leaves mingling. Kaya paused at the elevator, gesturing towards the elevator as the grated doors sliding open with few squeaks. He waited calmly for Onyx to enter first, after all, client first always.

Not too far away, still yet behind the bar’s counters and not quite in that same time frame, Kai was stripping himself of his bloodied clothes. The scales had receded from his pale skin, no trace of them ever having been there. Compared against his Queen’s skin, his was more of an unhealthy grayish tint, while Kaya’s was of the lightest rosy blushes or impeccable beige. Having divulged himself of the scraps, he pulled on a black blouse and vest, the latter embroidered in auric of the story of Loki and his eternal punishment. With a firm tuck and tug, Kai fixed his gilt-edged tie, pinning the form of a snake around a spindle to it. A pair of narrow, well-pressed dress pants was tugged over narrow hips; a simple belt and gold buckle securing the garment. He glanced at his pocket watch from his vest pocket-- a simple clockwork with a spinning wheel, scissors and snake upon the cover. All in good time. The blonde greeted his Queen cordially through the mind-link, the embarrassment at his unsightly entrance apparent.

In mid-air, a pitch black as the void opened like a maw of an ancient creature just aside the bar counter’s edge and Kai Velgreed stepped out. He was a poisoner and gunner by trade and the faithful servant of Queen Kaya. However, he too, had not yet been signed properly unto the Crimson’s ranks. That didn’t mean he neglected his duties. With swift, smooth strides, the seemingly young man, dirty blonde hair now devoid of mess and well combed into curled spikes took his place behind the counter, replacing the Queen’s ekorre seat. His topaz eyes glittered at the sight of two new clients. However, one neither having sought his attention-- that one reeked of the murdered blood of vampire-- and another already seated at the bar, he did have duty-bound priorities. The poisoner turned to the scantily clad woman, already trying to decide whether her outfit was gaudy or not-- the thought received a scolding twinge through the mind-link.

“Evening, m’am. Anything to sate your thirst tonight?” His voice was deep, mellow baritone that creeped into one’s ears and wrapped itself like hot chocolate to marshmellows.

…It's still an illusion. The glory of the truth is drawn in this clash...

[onyx2047]

Location: Main level ~ Bar/elevator ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


She blinked waiting patiently. Nothing seemed out of the norm for onyx because she had a guardian that more or less could slip into alternate parallels or planes of existence. Onyx didn't bat an eye at that. She was more concerned with the way he looked and that smell. Even still it was not her place to say a word and so she didn't.

Following him she kept a very pleasant demeanor about her person. She was feeling quite curious about this whole place. Kaya, like a gentleman, ushered her to proceed first into the elevator. Her smile grew wider.
"Oh! Thank you kindly" she said with a quick nod of her head.

She would fall silent as she stole quick glances at him now that he was out from behind the bar. She could see him fully. Height, body type, etc.

[Croix Coldheart]

Abruptly, just outside the infamous establishment a gradual frigid gust would relinquish from the fully cloaked wraith gliding his soundless over seven foot form towards the front entrance. Such a portrayal upon his introduction to the room would be that of grim tidings even in spite of the previous devouring chill which would diminish greatly as to only caress that within his immediate physical presence. This simple act of self restraint evident by the lack of flourishing frost veining outward, as Croix paused only a moment before venturing off towards the bar at an assumed casual pace. His current ambiguous visage typical of his ventures, though quickly absolved as the entire fluctuating mirage like surface of the cloak gradually fades from sight. What traversed the distance from the door to the bar now was a giant figure clad in a loose fitting black collar shirt, and pants not very inconspicuously covering the more obvious metallic chain armor beneath as well as the almost eloquently lethal design of his gauntleted hands.

Behind the juggernauts proportionate form lingered a single demonic tail, coiled exquisitely about his waist as both massive black feathered wings furrow softly before appearing to diminish slightly in size folded across his back. Croix was a figure few had witnessed in such detail, his ageless almost angelic facial feature's almost contradictory to his otherwise brutal size and shape. Sapphire pools of perception glossed over with a milky white, hinting at his obvious blindness to the physical world, which didn't seem to hinder him any more then someone stubbing their toe. His unique expansion of perception lingering beyond physical spectrums, as the loss of one, albeit useful, only strengthen the others. Croix lived in a black and white world, devoid of color, vibrancy, or beauty. His almost dismal expression on otherwise attractive feature's providing the best evidence of his dreary existence as he approaches those at the bar and seats himself a couple places down for Onyx.

[syorukyra]

Croix Coldheart

}{ Whoa Croix! I'm fairly sure I've seen you before! Onyx has already moved her char however... One of my muses is at the bar though :3 }{

[ImNoHero]

OOC: On second thought, Hartia hasn't seen Croix in a very very long time.

"Hm?"

Where his hostess had failed to turn him out of his mood, a familiar cold came within the building. The Cambion's crimson eyes immediately locking onto it for inspection. There was only one bad a** mother ******** capable of being this damn cold. Croix Coldheart. It had been years, several years, since Hartia had crossed this ones path. If the fiery presence was still within Hartia, they might have been able to host a grand battle of opposites. Though that wasn't the case. Simply enough, being himself again, he was sure he didn't stand half a chance against this blue specter of death. He hadn't been himself long enough yet, his magic much too weak. With a fresh cig hanging loose betwixt his lips, he shoved out of his chair at the table he occupied. Dragging his heels over to the blue being, he chuckled lightly.

"How long has it been Coldheart? The Oniwaban? No....no...The Warmakers?"

Despite his change in appearance, he looked enough of the same person to be remembered. Unless Croix just didn't remember him anyway. This was one of the mighty ones Hartia never had to encounter. Though Croix did use to have quite the amount of money stacking up for his head. If Hartia was still a Bounty Hunter or a Merc. he might have been tempted. Though he was a different man. So many deaths in his life had made him a different man. Reguardless, it was very refreshing to see and old familiar face, even if it couldn't be tagged friend nor foe.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

Croix Coldheart

:: Well, well, its been quite a few years. I'm honored to have the pleasure of your company again Mr. Coldheart. ::

[Melech Dawntreader]

The past few weeks had been a change of pace for the male to say the least. Two months prior if one were to ask Varan Zharkov where he would be in the upcoming weeks, The Crimson Blood would not have been his answer.

The sound of his movements filled the hallway as he stepped across the threshold of his newly acquired apartment residing on the fifth floor, tapered ears twitching in a gut response to the new auditory stimulation. Cold azure hues scanned the long, slightly darkened hallway as he stopped just beyond the doorway, almost as if he were gauging his surroundings. In reality, he was. A habit he had for who knows how long. A habit he couldn't quite shake - or what to for that matter. Locks of ivory strongly emphasized his rather pale skin, they stopped just above the base of his neck. Pooling there and they were held back out of his face by the black toque he wore upon his head. His lips were parted and his jaw tensed for a ripe green apple was clearly visible, clutched between those pearly white teeth.

Shrugging his shoulder, his leather shifted upon his torso, as if the material was settling, getting comfortable. Obviously he had just put it on before stepping out. With one final glance down the hallway toward the elevator, Varan pulled the door to his apartment shut behind him before starting down the hallway.

Giving the collar of his jacket a light tug, Varan adjusted the garment further before plucking his apple from between his teeth, his tongue darting forth to clean his lips free from the sticky juice left behind. He wore gloves, fingerless and rather form fitting. The knuckles and back of his hand were slightly raised and emphasized by what looked to be padding, or plating. Whichever. Beneath his jacket he wore a simple navy blue t-shirt, a strap of what looked to be nylon crossed his chest, just above his navel, a plastic slide release buckle made an appearance off to the left of the strap if its owner just so happened to move the right way. On his legs he wore a simple pair of khackies, their fight snug enabling a fair bit of maneuverability while still remaining comfortable. They were worn, but not tattered. Well used. On his feet, he wore his trusty combat boots. High at the ankle and laced to perfection, ones feet could always carry them further than their mouth could (and ones mouth could get one quite far). Steel toed with an accompanying steel shank, the black color of the leather had long since began to fade, but still carried an almost lustrous sheen.

Lowering his gaze to the apple in his hand, a faint hum escaped his throat as he approached the elevator, almost as if he were examining the fruit. The corner of his lips quirked faintly before a smirk blossomed across his slightly pale features before he brought the fruit to his lips and tore a rather large chunk out of it. Stopping at the elevator, his remaining hand swiftly pressed the down button and he took a step back. Pivoting on a heel, he turned his back to the slowly ascending elevator, turning his gaze back down the hallway from whence he came. The audible sound of mastication filled his senses as he simply waited, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in a gesture that one could easily have mistook for impatience.


Ding~


Tapered ears twitched not a moment before he glanced over his shoulder at the twin steel doors as they parted, allowing him admittance. Drawing a deep breath as he chewed the last remnants of fruit, he arched his back and stretched as he backed into the elevators confines. Tossing his apple lazily into the air, he extended his hand and pressed the button for the main floor, followed by the button to close the doors, only to catch the fruit out of the air with his remaining hand just in time to take another bite.

It wasn't long before the heavy footfalls of those leather boots echoed softly through the bar area, and in he walked through the main doors, apple in hand. Blue orbs seemed to glow like neon in the dim light of the bar area, but not an uncommon feature amongst the residence here. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, as if he were literally breathing in the room. His gaze shifted to the rather large bar and for a moment, he admired its transparent counter top. Taking another hefty bite from his apple, he made his way across the room to said counter top, and with an extension of his free hand, vaulted over it with ease. Not a moment later, he had planted his arse on a stool behind, with a casual nod to the bartender of course.

And then someone asked for a beerkeep.

Blinking, he quirked an eyebrow, stopping mid chew as his attention was stolen elsewhere. His eyes darted from one occupant to the other, scanning their features. Nope. Nope. Nope. Wait.

Big hat.

His eyes seemed to widen slightly as a grin overwhelmed his features. Raising his hand - and his apple - he offered the tiny woman a two fingered wave as he relaxed further back on his stool, allowing his back to come to rest against a shelf behind him.


"I think I know where you might find one."

His tone was amused and slightly, older, than one would gather from his general appearance. Extending his remaining hand, whilst keeping his apple raised, he gestured for the 'vampire hunter' to approach.

It was a small world after all.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

Two nights prior;

The full moon.

It had been calling to her.
Singing sweetly directly into her heart.

Every cell in her body was alight with the presence that slowly crept its way into the night sky with each passing night. The Crimson had grown livelier and, due to the increase in activity the girl found it safe for her to leave the establishment and tend to her own needs. Having already made her way up to her room she pulled a worn backpack from her closet and casually tossed it onto her bed. Making her way over to her dresser she would pull a few choice articles of clothing out; long-sleeved thermal shirts, one in red, one in black, and the other in white, three pairs of jeans – some with rips, others without – socks, undergarments, tank tops for layering purposes... A small pack for a few day trip to the mountains. Every month she made her way from the city upstate to the Adirondacks where she had purchased a small cabin in the middle of the woods for herself to enjoy and escape to as the full moon came to its peak.

It was late, now. Though, due to the company the Crimson kept that wouldn’t be any reason for the halls to be bare. However she wanted to slip away without anyone noticing. Varan hadn’t yet made his appearance therefore she didn’t have any need to explain where she was going, why she was going and the like. Now that the Crim had a bartender and a few patrons to frequent it she felt as if everything would be fine until her return. Making her way from her bed to her armoire her hands would slip down as to grab hold of hem of her dress, peeling the clothing away only to toss it nonchalantly into the hamper in her room. Once in her undergarments the girl would search through the armoire for a pair of jeans. Upon finding one she would replace her bare legs with regular low-rise jeans with a slight flare at the bottom; more so than boot cut, though not so prevalent as regular flared jeans would be. Proceeding to pull over a tank top over her head she would reach once more to find her black pullover with the pocket at her belly. Slipping her feet into a pair of socks and finding her hiking boots would all but conclude her ritual of getting ready for the trip.

Dragging her hands up she would catch hold of the entirety of the thick curls that lay loose along her back and shoulders to tie them down with a hairband. She would make her way into her bathroom to grab her toiletry bag already prepped and ready to be tossed into her backpack. All she needed now as her coat, scarf and her keys and she’d be ready for her four hour drive up to Bowman Lake State Park where her cabin resided. Grabbing hold of her backpack and snaking it over her shoulder the wolven would sneak out of her room and down the staircase she would make a quick right to hide behind the pillars. From the shadow of one to the next would lead her to the doorway and out into the frigid night air. Making her way to the garage she would open the doors to her red ’09 Mazda 3, tossing the bag into the passenger seat before buckling herself up, starting the car and pulling out onto her mini road trip.

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

One night prior;

The drive brought her to the campgrounds by early morning the next day. Making her way from her car she would drag her backpack onto her shoulder once more before locking the car behind her and unlocking the door to the cabin. Taking a step inside the girl would take in a deep breath; enjoying the smell of earth, trees, and woodland creatures around her. The tranquility of the world outside of the city was something she always enjoyed; getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city and retreating to someplace where she’d be safe to phase and enjoy the night as her other half. It had been years since she took her sleep and this would be the first phasing she’d experienced since, what a joy it would be to shed her human form and find herself immersed in her animal senses from head to toe. Shivering in anticipation she would toss her bag onto the seat by the window before making her way to the fireplace. Stocking a few logs into the fireplace she would douse them in an accelerant before lighting the whole mess; she wasn’t quite in the mood to be patient and wait for it to build on its own.

Closing the door to the cabin and locking it, Lily would make her way over to her bed, kicking off her boots before finding her way amongst the sheets to the head of the bed. A nap was in order; the drive had taken a bit out of her and the better rested she was the easier it would be for her to keep herself under control. As her arms snaked up to grasp hold of her pillow golden eyes would seek refuge behind their thick, dark lashes. A rosy cheek would meet the pillow beneath her head as she nestled in and allowed sleep to take her into its warm, comforting embrace.

As the clock ticked the sun would make its journey from one end of the sky to the next, gradually dipping down beneath the mountains to allow the moon to take its rightful place on its throne in the sky. Golden irises would open as the girl perked up from the song that sang lightly across her skin. Rolling over onto her back the girl would stretch her arms up over her head, virtually moaning with the pleasure of the tension that ran along her muscles before releasing them and savoring the soft burn that ran along them. Casting her gaze over to the fireplace a light smile would fall along her lips as she watched the embers dance along whatever was left of the wood; gradually starving to death in the hearth as she watched them struggle for fuel.

Her cabin was quite a way away from the main campground which added to the safety of other campers; not that there were many at this time of year. She was a special case due to knowing the head of management and having him share in her own little secret. Money helped too, bribery and the like. Anything to get her to this very place whenever the moon called for her.
Rolling out of bed Lily would make her way over to the window to watch as the moon slowly made its climb into the sky. A shiver would run along her skin as she felt her inner beast scratching, begging, to be let out. With a soft chuckle and a light grumble the girl would once more step away from the window. Unbuttoning her coat which she had left on she would take it off and hang it over the back of the chair, looping her scarf over one of the edges. Stepping down upon both of her heels she would peel her socks away in a lazy manner, allowing them to lay where she kicked them off. Teasing her inner wolf was one of the things she enjoyed the most; feeling the need and anticipation to be released made the transition all the more sweet in the long run.

Peeling off her hoodie and her undershirt the girl would then kick off her pants and leave herself in her undergarments. Stepping once more into the moonlight which poured in through her window Lily would stand there, stretching her arms up once more, happily taking in the rays that fell upon her. Soon, though, she’d need to make her way outside to indulge in that which she had been wanting most.

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[x808xRUCKx]

[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

.:} Sorry for the delay, it has been a hectic last few days. {:.
Nafai smiled, though he knew he would have to decline, he had already spent all day traveling on the road and he could not imagine the exertion of a festival now. Though it would certainly be something to plan in the coming days, as Nafai was certain staying a little longer could not do any harm. Least he hoped not.

“I am sorry, but I don’t think I could manage. It’s been a long day for me and I could really use the rest.” He was a little disappointed in turning down the offer; it was evident on his kind smile. He brushed his wavy white hair out of his eyes as he leaned back; stretching his muscles before he stood. He felt the soreness in his legs and lower back, a dull pain that would linger no longer than the night. Nafai was just shy of six feet tall, his slender frame was exaggerated buy the folds of cloth that covered him, the traveling robes made his shoulders seem broader and his waist thicker. He started to sense how hot he had been getting as sweat began to dot his back. It would be prudent to work out the room situation before Lilianna departed.

“So, how about that room?” For a moment, his mind began to wonder, thinking about what luxuries awaited, a nice shower and a warm bed, what bliss, he thought. But before he could rest, he knew sleep would evade him until he did a little investigating. Earlier he had detected it, charter magic, something he had never expected to find outside of Elysium. The subtle magic he conjured allowed him to visually see the runic magic, little charter symbols highlighted in golden and silver light. The spell was tooled to detect the others that were present in the building, it was a simple and rudimentary conjuring, only showing fuzzy outlines defined by several colors, colors attributed to intent. It was a tool he used to steer clear of danger when he could, evil was black whereas purity was white, there existed many colors, some amalgams and mixtures could be easily reasoned to represent anger, fear, joy, and happiness, all in different degrees and varying intensity. It had already proven invaluable in his journey thus far.