27 Ymiden 715
"Dirt would be better." Jacobi Krill of the Hanged Fate groused his way through the cobbled streets of Andaris, hooded and fleet of foot. A collection of hard lit stars could be glimpsed through the clouds but otherwise there was a little light in the circling maze. This did not seem to bother the Blackbriner. Rumor was he had grown as a child in these streets, grasping his way downward like a weed while the rest of him shot up to sharp height. An awkward bundle was slung over his shoulder, bulkier than his wiry frame and the easy length of a body. It bounced and wobbled but never fell because Jacobi was always keen to his burdens. Yellow eyes glanced back at the cloaked figure following him. "These'll just slick with ice come Cylus, nah?"
Nadeja Ej'ryn did not reply. She was busy craning her neck, a narrow hand resting atop her head to keep the hood of her cloak in place as she searched the familiar skyline. It had been a long slaughter of arcs since she had last come to port in Rynmere, but she had done so often in her life before this perdition. The crowded houses and towering walls still made the breath in her lungs feel short, the claustrophobia of a seafarer-on-soil omnipresent. But there was a building here in Andaris that was limned in her memory with dawn light. The memory was soft and rotting, the flesh of it swollen from too much handling as the memory was among her best. She had been conjuring them too often now, too long.
"Hey --" Jacobi carved about his heels to snap his fingers in Nadeja's face. His blanket-wrapped burden swung wildly and the young woman swayed backwards and ducked in the same extended motion. There were echoes of a dancer's grace still lingering in her hungry limbs. "Look sharp." His mouth twisted, lending an expression of long suffering to his otherwise handsome face. "I need you here with me, Nadeja. And you? You're gonna need me back on board ship with you after. Right?"
Nadeja straightened with a stifled sigh. "Right."
"So find us our way, seer-glass." Jacobi rose his eyebrows pointedly. "He's getting heavy n' it's not like there's any love lost for my leviathon kind these parts."
Crow feathers of hair ruffled out of Nadeja's hood with the nod. A tilt of her head and a hesitation later, she curved around her so-called partner to lead the way. Her strides were not so long as the pirate's, but they were swift on the tide-tip as she navigated their way through the streets. She would never understand what it was about roads that made flatlanders love them. They struck her as lazy and, when she remarked as much once to her father, he had laughed until his lungs seized up.
The memory threatened to decay inside her.
Within a few more bits, Nadeja led them around a final bend and stopped in front of the undertaker's office. There was a tempest off shore throwing fistfuls of thunder down on the Orm'del, causing the night to be possessed of a chill despite balmy Ymiden. Nadeja did not notice, hollow cheeks flushed, cloak spilled open rather than tightly wrapped. She slid a sidelong glance at Jacobi.
He nodded. This was the one. The runner swore they were expected. If they could be expected. If this could be.
Nadeja drew a breath and knocked.