Post by ryn on May 27, 2011 16:41:46 GMT -5
In a dark colored cloak she moved around neutral territory, Ria didn’t pay attention to the details for she had been here many times before. The journey had long since been etched deep into her mind, she could’ve walked the path blindfolded. Then again, someone of her position needed to know their way around. Already she knew of those both friend and foe, which she could trust, and those she was better off avoiding altogether. The trader’s town was an unusual place of both humans and natives alike. Normally she felt comfortable walking among them, but on a day like this it was best not to draw attention. Wrapping her cloak tightly around her she pushed on, it helped to conceal her face and normal clothes. A white tunic, and a dark colored pair of shorts. People knew her look well, especially the crossbow that always hung securely from her back. Clipped to her side she had her favorite hand gun. While she didn’t prefer using it, Ria had to admit that it had come in handy on several different occasions.
It would be foolish to leave it behind now, even though she didn’t need to bother with her expected company. But the two of them always seemed to get in trouble like small children. Yes, today she would be meeting Cyrus. Every once in a great moon they would get together and chat, over just about anything. Ria couldn’t remember how it all began really, but it happened one way or the other. They had a deep hate and love relationship that often confused her trusted followers, and yet she couldn’t even begin to explain. It was as though they had grown up as best friends but far too stubborn to try to get along with age. That was the best way she could think to describe it.
Of course they were still at war, that would never change. Ria had long since given up on changing his mind. She’d only ever fought him once, but nothing really came of that. They both had their own strengths which made them just about even in battle. Their only differences came from the fact that Cyrus was immortal. She had never quite gotten over that, one day she would be far too old to fight her side of the battle, and then of course he would win. But she couldn’t think of that just yet. She still had time after all. Finally Ria found herself at the same old inn, a sign up above hung down. Even with all the small comforts, all the territories were in disrepair. Maybe one of these days they’d be fixed, pushing the door inward she moved swiftly inside.
As usual Ria headed towards the back, there was a table there where they could talk without being heard. Rumors spread like wildfire in the trader’s town, and it was best to keep this kind of matters well hidden. At least the room was dark with poor lighting, that was another thing they’d have to fix here. But even so, Ria kept her hood up as she waited. He’d be along any second now, and placed her feet up on the table she leaned back in a chair.
Word Count: 541
It would be foolish to leave it behind now, even though she didn’t need to bother with her expected company. But the two of them always seemed to get in trouble like small children. Yes, today she would be meeting Cyrus. Every once in a great moon they would get together and chat, over just about anything. Ria couldn’t remember how it all began really, but it happened one way or the other. They had a deep hate and love relationship that often confused her trusted followers, and yet she couldn’t even begin to explain. It was as though they had grown up as best friends but far too stubborn to try to get along with age. That was the best way she could think to describe it.
Of course they were still at war, that would never change. Ria had long since given up on changing his mind. She’d only ever fought him once, but nothing really came of that. They both had their own strengths which made them just about even in battle. Their only differences came from the fact that Cyrus was immortal. She had never quite gotten over that, one day she would be far too old to fight her side of the battle, and then of course he would win. But she couldn’t think of that just yet. She still had time after all. Finally Ria found herself at the same old inn, a sign up above hung down. Even with all the small comforts, all the territories were in disrepair. Maybe one of these days they’d be fixed, pushing the door inward she moved swiftly inside.
As usual Ria headed towards the back, there was a table there where they could talk without being heard. Rumors spread like wildfire in the trader’s town, and it was best to keep this kind of matters well hidden. At least the room was dark with poor lighting, that was another thing they’d have to fix here. But even so, Ria kept her hood up as she waited. He’d be along any second now, and placed her feet up on the table she leaned back in a chair.
Word Count: 541