hello • old • friend
Mar 13, 2018 0:04:07 GMT -5
Post by wιтcн on Mar 13, 2018 0:04:07 GMT -5
Hakaisha Shoku
It was a warm day for the spring. The birds were chirping- the city was alive with what Blood it had left. Things had finally begun to prosper in Dhemlan, especially in the shopping district of Amdarh. Thank the Darkness for that.
Allistar wandered along the cobblestone streets, hands in his pockets. He wore comfortable clothes; a comfortable t-shirt that matched his eyes, with cutouts for his wings, and casual black slacks. He liked wandering. It was perhaps one of his favorite things to do. He preferred to move south for the springs and summers, though his homeland of Glacia was relatively pleasant during those times. It was a bitch to fly during the winters, though; so he came to the warmer territories in order to stretch his wings.
They opened and shut behind his back and he sighed gently, eyeing the various shops. He needed new towels for his bathroom, he supposed, though he didn't really need more than one. The hearth-witch who tended his home usually washed it once a week along with his clothes. But more towels might quickly become necessary. Some of the Eyriens- though rare- who lived alongside Allistar in Glacia had gotten into a skirmish with the Dea al Mon and Allistar had no choice but to request a Healer. The only one available was a Dea al Mon witch named Nikita, and though they were on tense terms, they were civil with one another. The Eyriens in Glacia weren't trusting, but Nikita did good work.
He ran one hand through his hair and mopped it back from his face. Though let's be real- why was he really here? It was to help his half-sister, Hakaisha, shop for furniture. The girl's taste was abysmal at best, awful at worst. It was definitely worse more often than not. She'd requested his help and he had been willing to give it.
So there he stood, waiting for her to meet him at the corner of Amdarh where it leaks into another city. He pulled a book from his Craft cabinet and opened it, settling on one of the benches nearby to await his half-sister.
Allistar wandered along the cobblestone streets, hands in his pockets. He wore comfortable clothes; a comfortable t-shirt that matched his eyes, with cutouts for his wings, and casual black slacks. He liked wandering. It was perhaps one of his favorite things to do. He preferred to move south for the springs and summers, though his homeland of Glacia was relatively pleasant during those times. It was a bitch to fly during the winters, though; so he came to the warmer territories in order to stretch his wings.
They opened and shut behind his back and he sighed gently, eyeing the various shops. He needed new towels for his bathroom, he supposed, though he didn't really need more than one. The hearth-witch who tended his home usually washed it once a week along with his clothes. But more towels might quickly become necessary. Some of the Eyriens- though rare- who lived alongside Allistar in Glacia had gotten into a skirmish with the Dea al Mon and Allistar had no choice but to request a Healer. The only one available was a Dea al Mon witch named Nikita, and though they were on tense terms, they were civil with one another. The Eyriens in Glacia weren't trusting, but Nikita did good work.
He ran one hand through his hair and mopped it back from his face. Though let's be real- why was he really here? It was to help his half-sister, Hakaisha, shop for furniture. The girl's taste was abysmal at best, awful at worst. It was definitely worse more often than not. She'd requested his help and he had been willing to give it.
So there he stood, waiting for her to meet him at the corner of Amdarh where it leaks into another city. He pulled a book from his Craft cabinet and opened it, settling on one of the benches nearby to await his half-sister.
