A new piece of jewellery?
The sun shone bleakly over Port Gino, the rooftops neither sparkling in it's warm embrace nor allowing it to skitter over their tiles as if chased by the stray cats of the area. Instead, it made it's appearance between watery clouds, the threat of rain ever present, but remaining only that, a vague paranoia hovering over the town, waiting for the prime moment.
Through the rather bleary morning wandered a young woman, her eyes fixed on a piece of paper in her hand, the directions inscribed therein smudged and elusive.
"Dammit," she swore under her breath, before tucking the sheet away into the pocket of a pair of skintight jeans, molded to her form in rather the manner a diver's suit molds onto one, becoming almost a part of the wearer's skin before diving into hems and threads.
Her apparel consisted also of a long-sleeved top, hooded. The hood in fact, though down, seemed large enough to engulf the woman's head should a breath of wind find itself inclined to blow in the right direction, and was, perhaps, rather strangely offset by the high waist. The material, rather than stretching to meet the rise of her pants, ceased below the ribcage, a pair of leather straps taking reign, criss-crossing her torso and securing themselves happily in a large buckle at the back.
The name of this strangely dressed figure was Endia, and she sought out an old friend, last addressed to this town.
Times had passed in which they had been close, and as Endia's travels had brought her thereabouts, to this old friend she now headed, to make out how she now did, and perhaps seek a couch for a few days.
Though her directions had passed from brilliantly clear, some idea of her whereabouts was instilled by the smudged lines, and thither the woman turned, whistling idly, a tune neither appropriate for a young lady, nor well mastered, for the notes could send a cat crying.
The sun, though murky due to the clouds seeking every moment to drop their cargo on the rooftops of the town, did manage to sparkle off an item lying on the pavement. A brooch, perhaps? Or an old pendant, suggested Endia's mind as she bent to inspect the bauble. In any case, it was handsome enough to draw her eye, her hand, and her women's instinct to collect anything shiny.
Without another thought, the small piece was deposited in one pocket.
Safely therein, the jewellery, resembling two creatures clutched together, warmed with the body heat from it's new owner.
"Ah," exclaimed Endia at last, a door's number sparking recognition.
Ambling up to said frame, and knocking loudly, she returned to humming tunelessly until, after a lengthy break, a rather bedraggled looking Naita opened the door.
Leaning towards her old friend, and depositing one hand to keep the door from being shut on her, just in case, Endia grinned widely, before inviting herself in.
"So, Nai, how's it been?"
