Backscene : Regale Who: Pavak Sethi, Branwyn Sheehy When: Solis, 9:39 Where: Just outside Dairsmuid, Rivain Summary: Beautiful women dancing on a lovely summer evening? Pavak would be the last elf to pass this up... Rating: should be safe for all Status: In Progress
Pavak drew a deep lungful of the thick summer evening in, the damp air still laden with a musty trace of sun-warmed brick and stone. Crowds flowed around him, the bustle of markets emptying, merchants and buyers wrapping up their final sales of the night, rolling up tents and goods and leaving none but the food vendors behind. The rich scent of roasted meat teased him, but he continued on his way, weaving an innocuous path amongst the people. He had a destination in mind and was working his way slowly against the flood, towards the great arched gateway of Dairsmuid. A few of his fellow guild Brothers had told him of the dancers that had set up outside the city limits, a mother and daughter that danced like they hadn't a bone in their body, and he was determined to see it for himself.
The people around him were a riot of color and shapes, the loose flowing garments of Rivain patterned in fantastical geometric designs and embroidery. In the falling night the city's already soft and rounded architecture was blunted even more, the few sharp angles sanded out of existence by the softly rising moon. Pavak smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle from his loose silk tunic and trousers vainly, preening slightly for the lovely guardswoman that stood solemnly in the arcing gateway and startling a slight flush out of her with a sly smile and wink. Chuckling to himself he bounded lightly out the city walls, full of a restless energy and feeling mischievous. Perhaps it was just the season, or perhaps it was the lingering pride of a successful heist the night before, but Pavak was drunk on life at the moment and he grinned broadly. A fine evening of entertainment, and perhaps some spoiled dandy of a noble to relieve of the terrible burden of his bejeweled dagger? There were few ways he could think of that he'd rather spend his night.