Fray (Olivia)
The room was simply appointed. The clothing was familiar. The leather armor. The weaponry. All of it was achingly familiar, but although he consider these possessions his own, they seemed out of place. He'd not had a home for some time. But now, he felt disassociated from everything that had ever made him what he had been before.
Ilyien paused with a hand against the hilt of his sword, then dropped his hand to his side again. At length, he pulled on a plain jacket - one of the ones he'd worn in New Dietrich - and stepped beyond the door of his room.
Sabev's consciousness was close. He knew he should find her. Even wanted to. But there was a greater part of him that was simply weary. Weary of all of this. He'd lost his people and his position in his society long ago. Now, it felt he was losing his very identity. Without knowing it, he'd set his shoulder against the smooth, cool wall beside his door. It hardly seemed to matter what he was. Even his god had gone silent.
The sound of footsteps pulled him back to himself. He drew himself up slowly from the wall and straightened.
Ilyien paused with a hand against the hilt of his sword, then dropped his hand to his side again. At length, he pulled on a plain jacket - one of the ones he'd worn in New Dietrich - and stepped beyond the door of his room.
Sabev's consciousness was close. He knew he should find her. Even wanted to. But there was a greater part of him that was simply weary. Weary of all of this. He'd lost his people and his position in his society long ago. Now, it felt he was losing his very identity. Without knowing it, he'd set his shoulder against the smooth, cool wall beside his door. It hardly seemed to matter what he was. Even his god had gone silent.
The sound of footsteps pulled him back to himself. He drew himself up slowly from the wall and straightened.