Very Late

    That post that I kept saying I would do, sadly, is not to be now. I was planning to do a whole post on Cadair Braeden and some of the freebies available there, along with some discount/cheap things. That is not to be because Cadair is not existing in the same state any longer. I am so happy it still exists, which makes me beyond thrilled because I count it as my home after all these years, but it is different. Smaller. Still pretty, if more even. Still with the people I know. But smaller. I don't mind small, sometimes small works.
    But, there is part of that post I can still do, which is to essentially advertise for my friend, Mederia's, store. She has this lovely gatcha that is only 12 lindens (!) per play, and the ultra rare is that you get all of the necklaces. Of course I forgot to take a picture of the gatcha itself, but there are eighteen necklaces to play for; some stone colored, some metal colored, some natural colors, some with a light or dark version available separately. The stones are the rare. So, if you get the ultra rare, for 12 lindens, you'll get four rares, plus all the other necklaces. It's actually probably the best gatcha setup I have seen, since it is the cheapest one I have heard of so far.
 

Twig Necklace in Amythest

 

    Mederia had been nice enough to pass me one of her necklaces, of my choice, since she claims I helped her somehow. Still doubtful of that, but lovely necklace yet. That's just one of the colors, and there are more to be had, same style, different colors. I really do think you ought to give it a shot if you ever happen to want a leafy sort of necklace for whenever. Or even if you 'just' like accessories.

   Taxi here ( *Mederia* ) for anyone who reads and wishes to go. ( she has nice non-gatcha stuff, too, in case you wondered ;) ) Contemplate. Want. Then go and try your luck. :)

A Lost Item Found

    This is something related to something that I have written up on a NC in my inventory for something that may or may not one day happen depending on various, ehm, variables, I suppose. I know that makes little sense, but I also know there's at least one person reading who'll understand, but else, I know I make little sense most often anyhow, so I apologize.

    I work at one of the more 'fancy' sort of inns. It doubles as a tavern, yes, but for the right coin we wash clothes and such of those staying as well. My life is fairly simple, and I like it that way, always have, even though it has been disrupted once I would love for it to never be disrupted again.
    I slip outside through the back, a bundle of clothes in my arms, set them down, then get to work with washing them. I'm used to hard work and honest living, which is what I strive to have since a long while. After all, if you aren't living honest then is there much of a point to living at all? I've been called 'stiff' by some of the regulars, but I don't see it. I work hard and try to do my best in life, and I make sure the gods know I try to do as they would wish, but how does that make me stiff? Just because I do not wish to become drunk and pass out on a floor does not mean I am stiff. I may be near enough to being damned, but that isn't enough to make me do silly things. And, besides, if I did such things I wouldn't be able to afford my own small hut; I'd have to live in the tavern with some of the others. I used to, yes, but after a good few years of work, I've managed to save up enough. Some extra I have I like to send home, just in case my family could need it.
    After thoroughly washing the clothes, and hanging them up to dry, I go inside to help serve some of the patrons, as well as clean up a bit more. While I'm best at baking, that's not my duty for the day. The sun goes through the sky, soon enough the moon rising with the stars accompanying it as good friends do.
    I blow some of my hair out of my face, and look around at the night crowd as I take a brief, leaning against the wall only, break. I've been working nearly non-stop all day and, while I could have quit for the day a while ago, it's best if I work longer...especially if I want to keep sending money home.
    That's when I spot him.
    My breath catches in my throat and my eyes widen as I watch a man, most definitely a pirate, walk in. He used to only have stubble on his face, but now it is a true beard; no wonder since it has been a few years since I last saw him. Thinking I must be wrong, I push off the wall and walk over to see what they'd like to drink. His voice only confirms my suspicion...and the amulet around his neck all the more. I smile pleasantly and head back to the counter to put the ordered drinks onto a platter, feeling tears prick my eyes and anger swell up in me. The amulet...the little wooden circle with magic symbols carved around the edges. He's the man who stole it from me. He may be the man who saved me, by pure chance, but he also took that precious item from me as 'payment'.
    I'm a bit slow as I have to recollect myself and serve others as well, but as I watch him out of the corner of my eye, how he interacts with whatever woman who gets into arm's distance, I get an idea.
    As the night wears on, the captain gets all the more drunk and 'friendly'.
    "I'm a captain, ye know. You're not my usual type, but maybe ye'd like to come see me ship?," he asks, his arm around me and his lips close to my ear. I have to fight back the urge to gag.
    "I love to," I respond, smiling to him, and, with that, we get up and leave the inn. I already finished my work for the night anyway, so at least it is not as if I'm passing my work off to someone else. I almost pause as I see the ship, it being the same as the one I had found myself on when I was eighteen. I'd rather not go on it, but if I want to get my necklace back after all this time, what choice do I have?
    He leads me by the hand to his quarters, closes the door and goes to face his bed, starting to unbutton his clothes. He says something about working on my clothes in a moment, but I'm only half listening, my eyes moving around the room until they land on a telescope, that looks heavy enough. It's a hand held one, but it has enough weight on it as I realize when I pick it up and open it to its full length. "Take your time, it'll give more time for my thoughts to grow," I murmur softly in response. After taking a deep breath, I step over behind him and swing with all my might. He falls over onto his bed with a thump, and I allow myself to relax slightly then. I carefully roll him over as quickly as I can with his weight being more than mine, and pull his legs up onto the bed. The necklace lays against his bared chest. It's not as if I want the necklace for its purpose, not even the sentimental value it holds, but because I wish to bury it. The one who gave it to me, because of how his death came about, he was never able to be properly buried nor burned; the necklace must do. Once I hold the necklace in my hands again, I feel a smile form on my lips. I might have to leave the place I've made my home in for years because of this, but third time is the charm with everything, yes? Once I bury this and before tomorrow is over, I will move on again. Or, perhaps, I will send this necklace home for my family to bury or do as they wish with it. It would be better for it to be at home, even if around my brother's or sister's neck.
    Now, to get off this ship before the captain wakes up or any of the crew happen to wonder if he really did pass out because of too many drinks....

Ryleah: Unsaid

((Important note, this is not the same Ry as there has previously been, this is rather her...medieval incarnation *nods* but she was talking in my head after yesterday so...))

    I slowly blink my eyes open, somehow having actually managed to fall asleep but once I am able to see clearly, I nearly fall out of the small bed. Somehow i turned around so that my front faces him and so that I'm essentially curled up against him. I freeze for some moments, watching him with wide eyes, before silently slipping form under the cover, taking deep breaths. Oh...he's going to hate me when he wakes up, assuming he remembers what happened. He's going to hate me, call me a witch, look terrified, and run off. Probably he'l forget his shoes and weapons, even, with how desperately he'll want to flee. With him, I swear sometimes I'm the sane one, and that's hard to believe.
    I turn in the dark room and kneel near the bed, watching him as best I can int eh dim lighting. The heavy snores of the three drunken people in the room with us, the three who had stopped things before they went too far, the only sound besides his and my breathing. Of course there are some sounds from the tavern below, but not that much since it seems empty. My gaze moves over the lines of his face as he sleeps. Oh, if there's a hell, they've most definitely got a spot reserved for me. First I just assumed that there was no alcohol in that drink, since it didn't smell or taste like anything i was used to, and then I... Then I was stupid, that's what. And the worst part? I know that if he hadn't been drunk, none of that would have happened. He...he doesn't... Damn it. A part of me wishes desperately to know if he might...if he... He's looked to me strangely sometimes, and I still remember how he'd eyed my feet for whatever reason I could never pinpoint. I guess because looking anywhere else would have been blasphemous? No idea. I give a small smile to him and start to reach out to his face, but close my hand into a fist and sigh. I drop my hand to the bed. I remember, too, how he blushed when I asked if he'd make an exception for that brown-eyed girl of his dreams. He said he didn't know. He's so...so... Sweet.
     "I'm sorry, Anis, really," I whisper into the night. I wasn't drunk, I should have stopped things. I should have said 'no, you're drunk, just sleep.' But I didn't. I couldn't. I kept telling myself, it's just a kiss. It's not like clothes are coming off. It's just a kiss. A really, really long one. I place my fingers lightly on my lips, still able to feel his on mine. His lips felt and tasted better than I had imagined. And my skin still tingles from where his hand had slipped to the skin of my hip and waist.
     I shake my head to clear it of those thoughts. Part of me hopes he remembers, simply so that I don't have to be the only one thinking about this, but most of me hopes he doesn't. If he remembers he'll cry witch and I'll never see him again.
    So what if he runs off? It's all only a game.
    Not with him. Never with... He means more than that.
    But think of it, that one voice in my head insists, if he runs off, you might yet heal, but him? With how he is with those gods of his? He might run off, but he certainly won't forget. Couldn't that be fun instead of longing for him secretly?
     It...maybe... At least then.. No! Not with him!
    I shake my head against those thoughts as well, but those are harder to be rid of.
    "Anis, I...I...I l...I l..." I keep trying to said a word, just one simple word, but it sticks in my throat. It sticks there, refusing to come out because I know he could never feel anything for me. The only reason there were kisses and touches was because he was drunk. He only would make an exception, when it comes to his job and gods, with some brown-eyed girl he might fall in love with, but not me. I'm...being a silly child, that's all.
    I blink my eyes quickly against the strange stinging sensation there, take a blanket from under the bed. I make sure the blanket he has is wrapped around him firmly, sicne, if he's like me, once the ehat and flush wears off, he'll be cold for a bit. After some consideration, I put the blanket I just removed back under the bed. No, I won't sleep on the rug tonight, I can just...man up and accept things for what they are. So, with that thought, I climb back into the bed, facing him, and try to gain a bit more sleep since who knows what tomorrow will hold.