Post by Rynth Lumaban on Nov 15, 2017 2:53:41 GMT
It was a strange sensation... a desire to leave Ethea in search of an old life lost to her. The dry desert had suited her natural cold blood quite well as she visited town to town in an attempt to find the old inn of her memories. It had to be here somewhere... just where the hell was it?! The more she searched the more it seemed like she wouldn't find it. The dry heat and the strange sandstorms that plagued the small towns that she visited were quite a beautiful sight. To see the the sand flowing through the streets during the night. As though it were a flowing river persisted against gravity itself. It was quite an interesting thing to see all of the sights she would had prevented herself from witnessing if she hadn't been plagued by these old memories. Rynth had quite rarely left Ethea for any particular reason... but those memories of traveling the world were starting to mix as every village, city, and town she visited allowed her to see a ghost of her past.
It wasn't until she finally arriving in Junos a flood of her old memories started bombarding her as she struggled to separate herself from her past life for a moment as the false image of her human visage flickered into the woman, Alvina. The sensation only stopped after she bit her lip with enough force to cause it to bleed. The taste of iron within her blood causing the illusions to disperse. as her true self is revealed to be a the scaled, snake-eyed, long haired magi she was. Reviewing her own appearance she hadn't realized just how long she had allowed her hair to grow, but for the time being had decided to ignore it... she was starting to consider change her hair style as she finally approached the old inn.
To her surprise it seemed that the establishment was still running... Stepping inside she was greeted by a somewhat familiar face. An aged face of air magi, if memory served correctly he was a friend of the family and a young man who had been infatuated with her first born son. Her eyes explored the tavern as she got herself a favorite of Alvina's... and took a large gulp of it to feel the bubbling burn of alcohol going down her throat... it was great as she remembered it. "Would you mind if I ask what happened to the original owners? Or the family that owned this place?" She asked the bartender who seemed quite unwilling. After such a silence she looked around to ask someone else within the tavern.
Aela Narkovia
It wasn't until she finally arriving in Junos a flood of her old memories started bombarding her as she struggled to separate herself from her past life for a moment as the false image of her human visage flickered into the woman, Alvina. The sensation only stopped after she bit her lip with enough force to cause it to bleed. The taste of iron within her blood causing the illusions to disperse. as her true self is revealed to be a the scaled, snake-eyed, long haired magi she was. Reviewing her own appearance she hadn't realized just how long she had allowed her hair to grow, but for the time being had decided to ignore it... she was starting to consider change her hair style as she finally approached the old inn.
To her surprise it seemed that the establishment was still running... Stepping inside she was greeted by a somewhat familiar face. An aged face of air magi, if memory served correctly he was a friend of the family and a young man who had been infatuated with her first born son. Her eyes explored the tavern as she got herself a favorite of Alvina's... and took a large gulp of it to feel the bubbling burn of alcohol going down her throat... it was great as she remembered it. "Would you mind if I ask what happened to the original owners? Or the family that owned this place?" She asked the bartender who seemed quite unwilling. After such a silence she looked around to ask someone else within the tavern.
Aela Narkovia
