Saun 3rd, Mid-morning
It was hot, disgustingly hot, as Kali moved quickly through the streets of Scalvoris Town with bare feet warming dangerously on the cobblestones. In her hand she held an envelope, delicate in its fine design and fancy paper. There was beautiful cursive script on the front, far to elegant to be something scrawled by an uneducated hand. Curiously, perhaps even more curious than the fact it had been hand delivered to The Muse, it was addressed to her. Inside there had been even more fanciful things. Expensive paper and even more expensive ink scrolled down in an invitation, to her, for a type of soirée at some rather pompous sounding estate.
Her first reaction had been to throw it away, utterly uncaring for silly wasteful flights of fancy. Then she'd seen Pash had one too, and it had become a little more interesting. Firstly, how in Moseke's name did the host know who she was? Secondly, how had they known she would be on the Biqaj's sloop rather than at say, The Four In Hand or Cally's? To say she wanted to find out the answers to these things was an understatement, and so she decided quite soundly that she would attend this...event. The problem with this decision is that it left Kali'rial with a question that whilst Pash could have probably helped her with, it was maybe better answered by someone her own gender. Someone who had the right look and feel of a person wise beyond their years with a great many things.
And so it was, she had slipped away from the Biqaj's sloop with some comment about molerat harvesting and made her way to find Faith.
Reaching the Order, the young Sev'ryn politely stepped inside, allowing her feet to cool for a moment once out of the sun and looking for the nearest person. A young boy wearing a green cloak looked at her with a smile. He'd been the same boy that had brought her tea when they'd come with Mero.
"Well met young one. I am hoping you might be able to help me, I need to speak with Faith." She said with a quiet respectful tone. The little gentleman smiled at her with a face that could probably convince any woman to give him all the sweets they could find.
"Certainly miss, if you wait here, I can find her. Is it a matter of urgency?" The huntress frowned, looking down at the invite with a slightly sheepish expression before shrugging.
"I don't know. I don't think so? It's...urgent to me, but not so urgent that I can't come back if she is busy." To be honest, Kali felt that if she left now, she would probably talk herself out of the whole thing and never come back. She hoped the young woman would have time to see her.
It was hot, disgustingly hot, as Kali moved quickly through the streets of Scalvoris Town with bare feet warming dangerously on the cobblestones. In her hand she held an envelope, delicate in its fine design and fancy paper. There was beautiful cursive script on the front, far to elegant to be something scrawled by an uneducated hand. Curiously, perhaps even more curious than the fact it had been hand delivered to The Muse, it was addressed to her. Inside there had been even more fanciful things. Expensive paper and even more expensive ink scrolled down in an invitation, to her, for a type of soirée at some rather pompous sounding estate.
Her first reaction had been to throw it away, utterly uncaring for silly wasteful flights of fancy. Then she'd seen Pash had one too, and it had become a little more interesting. Firstly, how in Moseke's name did the host know who she was? Secondly, how had they known she would be on the Biqaj's sloop rather than at say, The Four In Hand or Cally's? To say she wanted to find out the answers to these things was an understatement, and so she decided quite soundly that she would attend this...event. The problem with this decision is that it left Kali'rial with a question that whilst Pash could have probably helped her with, it was maybe better answered by someone her own gender. Someone who had the right look and feel of a person wise beyond their years with a great many things.
And so it was, she had slipped away from the Biqaj's sloop with some comment about molerat harvesting and made her way to find Faith.
Reaching the Order, the young Sev'ryn politely stepped inside, allowing her feet to cool for a moment once out of the sun and looking for the nearest person. A young boy wearing a green cloak looked at her with a smile. He'd been the same boy that had brought her tea when they'd come with Mero.
"Well met young one. I am hoping you might be able to help me, I need to speak with Faith." She said with a quiet respectful tone. The little gentleman smiled at her with a face that could probably convince any woman to give him all the sweets they could find.
"Certainly miss, if you wait here, I can find her. Is it a matter of urgency?" The huntress frowned, looking down at the invite with a slightly sheepish expression before shrugging.
"I don't know. I don't think so? It's...urgent to me, but not so urgent that I can't come back if she is busy." To be honest, Kali felt that if she left now, she would probably talk herself out of the whole thing and never come back. She hoped the young woman would have time to see her.
