Cylus 1, Arc 717
Asari Rosacea didn’t like the way people looked at her. She had only been in Desnind a short time, yet it seemed like whenever she left her room at the inn, people were content to glare at her. Their eyes said the words their mouths wouldn’t speak- they didn’t want her here. It had been similar in Nashaki, but she had been a child then. Her mother had earned more glares than she had. Then, in Nekhet, she had been praised for her trade in herbology. The doctors there adored her, respected her, because of that crucial skill. However, Desnind was different. Here, all they cared about was that she was a Naerikk. Every stare, hitting her like ice water, causing goosebumps on her fair skin.
Most days, Asari escaped into the forest. This was the case tonight, around midnight. The dark haired Naerikk pulled her cloak a little closer to her slender, short form, shivering at the cold air as she walked through Desnind proper. As she crossed through the marketplace on her way to the gate, she spotted people lined up outside a booth selling lanterns. What’s so special about lanterns? She wondered, approaching.
As the line dwindled, Asari finally got her answer- they were for the “alaiwa snäyì” or “light walk”. Apparently people were buying them and then walking in groups of friends to the Kẹjí Kisa. Asari hesitated, her blue eyes calculating as she pondered whether to join in on the festivities. She didn’t entirely understand the point, though it did sound like fun. However, it was the type of thing you went to with friends, and so far, Asari had none.
“I’ll take a lantern.” Asari ordered, scooping a hand into her pocket for the small bag she kept her coin in. Fishing out two golden nells, she paid the Sev’ryn who was selling them. To her surprise, he didn’t complain or give her any trouble, simply gave a grunt and handed her a lantern, which was alight with glowing caterpillars.
Making her way to the entrance of Desnind, Asari paused to light her lantern before slipping through the gates. While she may not be quite brave enough to celebrate with the rest of Desnind, she could certainly have her own celebration of sorts.
Walking past the camps of those who chose to stay outside Desnind’s walls, Asari merely took a quick glance before she began walking into the forest, the light of her lantern guiding her.
Most days, Asari escaped into the forest. This was the case tonight, around midnight. The dark haired Naerikk pulled her cloak a little closer to her slender, short form, shivering at the cold air as she walked through Desnind proper. As she crossed through the marketplace on her way to the gate, she spotted people lined up outside a booth selling lanterns. What’s so special about lanterns? She wondered, approaching.
As the line dwindled, Asari finally got her answer- they were for the “alaiwa snäyì” or “light walk”. Apparently people were buying them and then walking in groups of friends to the Kẹjí Kisa. Asari hesitated, her blue eyes calculating as she pondered whether to join in on the festivities. She didn’t entirely understand the point, though it did sound like fun. However, it was the type of thing you went to with friends, and so far, Asari had none.
“I’ll take a lantern.” Asari ordered, scooping a hand into her pocket for the small bag she kept her coin in. Fishing out two golden nells, she paid the Sev’ryn who was selling them. To her surprise, he didn’t complain or give her any trouble, simply gave a grunt and handed her a lantern, which was alight with glowing caterpillars.
Making her way to the entrance of Desnind, Asari paused to light her lantern before slipping through the gates. While she may not be quite brave enough to celebrate with the rest of Desnind, she could certainly have her own celebration of sorts.
Walking past the camps of those who chose to stay outside Desnind’s walls, Asari merely took a quick glance before she began walking into the forest, the light of her lantern guiding her.