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Aquor was quiet compared to Sundren City, Chime thought. The moon hung bright and full in the sky. Silver light glittered across the fresh snow that blanketed the roof tops of the houses. The smell of wood smoke lingered in the crisp night air from the fires that aways seemed to burn now in the town square. The night and the snow blurred the worst of the damaged from the recents battles in the city. It looked like a sleepy, peaceful little town. It was an illusion of course. One that the light if day would banish, but it didn't lessen the beauty of the night to the women drifting through the streets.
As the silver haired woman walked, she could hear the soft murmuring and snow muffled footsteps of the passing guards. She wondered what they thought as they passed her. Did they find it at all odd to see a young woman in lavender silk skirts with silver bells in her hair wondering around at night? After several moments she decided she didn't care what they thought. She didn't especially like the Thayan's Knights with their brutish helms and dark armor. For now though, she needed their good will, so she smiled prettily at any that she happened to pass.
Chime paused for a moment to listen to the river below her as she crossed the bridge that lead to the center of town. She loved the sounds that the river made. Her gloved fingers lightly caressed a small case in her right hand. She wished she could bring out her flute and match the river song for song. Maybe it would drown out the crackle of flames in her head, banish the sound of her own voice shouting... Her small fists clenched and she forced herself to stop thinking of the past. After a deep breath, her lips curved upwards into a soft, dreamy smile and she slowly stepped off the bridge. In a rustle of silk she glided toward the bright bonfires tended by the priest of Flame.
The Priest were a welcome sight to many after so long under the forces of the Winter Witch. Or that is at least what she had been told. She imagined that might even be true for some. But who could really say for sure. The fire did make things seem more cheery, so perhaps it, at least, was an improvement. She sighed a little but smiled charmingly to the priest as she drifted past them. It was always best to be polite after all, no matter how you really felt about the Red Wizards or their priests.
The path leading up to the Temple of Sune was dark. Chime never liked walking here alone but there was simply no help for it. She stopped and stared up the path for a long moment. Her bright green eyes darting around the snow covered ground cautiously. When she felt as if she had waited long enough she reached down to lift her skirts just enough to keep from tripping on hem and walked into the shadows that lead to the Temple.
As the silver haired woman walked, she could hear the soft murmuring and snow muffled footsteps of the passing guards. She wondered what they thought as they passed her. Did they find it at all odd to see a young woman in lavender silk skirts with silver bells in her hair wondering around at night? After several moments she decided she didn't care what they thought. She didn't especially like the Thayan's Knights with their brutish helms and dark armor. For now though, she needed their good will, so she smiled prettily at any that she happened to pass.
Chime paused for a moment to listen to the river below her as she crossed the bridge that lead to the center of town. She loved the sounds that the river made. Her gloved fingers lightly caressed a small case in her right hand. She wished she could bring out her flute and match the river song for song. Maybe it would drown out the crackle of flames in her head, banish the sound of her own voice shouting... Her small fists clenched and she forced herself to stop thinking of the past. After a deep breath, her lips curved upwards into a soft, dreamy smile and she slowly stepped off the bridge. In a rustle of silk she glided toward the bright bonfires tended by the priest of Flame.
The Priest were a welcome sight to many after so long under the forces of the Winter Witch. Or that is at least what she had been told. She imagined that might even be true for some. But who could really say for sure. The fire did make things seem more cheery, so perhaps it, at least, was an improvement. She sighed a little but smiled charmingly to the priest as she drifted past them. It was always best to be polite after all, no matter how you really felt about the Red Wizards or their priests.
The path leading up to the Temple of Sune was dark. Chime never liked walking here alone but there was simply no help for it. She stopped and stared up the path for a long moment. Her bright green eyes darting around the snow covered ground cautiously. When she felt as if she had waited long enough she reached down to lift her skirts just enough to keep from tripping on hem and walked into the shadows that lead to the Temple.
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