Athera Lavellan (halam_shivanas) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-01-16 00:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | inactive: athera lavellan, inactive: varric |
Who: Athera & Varric
What: A timely reunion
Where: A small coffee/cake shop near the apartments
When: 15th January, just after she arrives
Warnings: NA
Status: Complete
Athera shivered a little, tugging her coat tighter around her waist as she scowled up at the large building. Her staff was strapped across her back and she was glad, at least, that she hadn’t lost that in the cross between the Eluvian realm and this… place, though her ability to follow a map was still completely non-existent as it had taken her a long time to even find the building that would include her housing, even with a very clear map in front of her and a relatively simple grid-line of streets to follow.
That being said, everything here was difficult. Everything here was different. The buildings were vast and shining like polished steel. There were few trees, everything was covered in a dark, inky surface that felt sturdy under her feet, not springy like the flooring of a forest or beaten down and rough like the track-worn roads she was used to. There were no flagstones that demarcated the path she should walk on, and so had to dart out of the way of a yellow… thing that zoomed past her, roaring at her as it did. She thought she saw a person inside, though she couldn’t have been too sure as it had been moving so fast.
More than that there were people, people dressed in clothing that was peculiar to her but they all looked similar, as though they had been dressed by the same tailor. She supposed to them her outfit must have looked just as weird and judging by some of the looks she wasn’t wrong in assuming that. At least, she hoped it was because she was dressed in an unusual outfit (though her Elven robes were hardly unusual for her compared to with Vivienne often wore), or because of the large staff stretched across her back and not because of the slant of her ears.
She fussed with her hair a little, as though that would cover them. It did very little but made her feel better.
She was about to walk into the building when the smell of something sweet caught her attention and reminded her in no uncertain terms that it had been a significant amount of time since she’d last eaten. The dregs of dizziness were pretty much gone from her mind, the abrupt scenery change had left her feeling more than a little nauseous but now that had passed she was hungry. It smelt like a bakery, but sweeter, like something she might find in Orlais, so she followed a group of people across the street, walking in a herd when all the wheeled… carts stopped, chugging in place until the group had passed and stopped in front of a shop.
She chewed her lower lip and rocked onto her toes, looking into the window before pushing the door open, hoping that the coin she had in her purse was enough to purchase something.