Post by Azraelia on Jan 23, 2011 16:12:26 GMT -5
Azra’s initial impression of Avaren was that it was a city filled to bursting with people, a center of trade and commerce where anyone could come and do business. She had thought it to be a busy city, filled with sounds and sights that nearly anyone could enjoy, supplied with admirable defenses. After two days of attempting to navigate through the place, she had learned that her first impressions were absolutely correct. Though she had given the city a chance to redeem itself in her eyes, it had failed miserably, and the lack of nature around her made the forest spirit twitchy and restless.
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The only reason Azra didn’t leave the city now was because she had promised her father she would learn, and despite the overpopulation problem that Avaren seemed to suffer from (then again, what would she know of the usual population of a city?), Azra had yet to learn much from the people themselves. Yes, she had discovered many things in her short stay, but something told her that there was more to learn, and that was ultimately what kept her here. Knowledge interested her; it wasn’t just a thing she had to do. It would likely have been easier to learn more if she befriended someone, but her attempts had all fallen flat.
Which was why she was here now, relaxing on top of the great stone wall that surrounded Avaren and all its people. The wall was quiet, a place where the wind blew odd harmonies across the worn stone and birds perched on the edge, resting their wings. Azra herself had found a comfortable niche to lean back in, a low stone at her back and right, providing an armrest and a place to put her back against.Her head and neck rose above the stone, and she sat with one leg bent, her other arm draped across her knee. Though she wore her cloak, Azra had let the hood fall in soft folds about her shoulders, allowing the wind to tease her auburn hair for the first time in quite a few days.
For the first time since she left home, Azra felt a sense of peace and calm. It was a sensation she had sorely missed, and it was one she relished. Already she had spent the better part of an hour sitting here, listening to the wind cheerily sing songs of nature, letting the crows babble about shiny objects they had spied down in town. The only thing that was missing were the trees. The fact that they were missing left a hole in her tranquility, a void that could not be filled by the bits of moss that grew on dampened, shadowed rocks.
Still, Azra was mostly content, and because of this, she was off guard, not paying attention to much of anything, instead allowing herself to be swept away by the peace this remote place offered. Eyes closed, mind wandering, she did not hear the footsteps or notice the presence of another approaching her.
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The only reason Azra didn’t leave the city now was because she had promised her father she would learn, and despite the overpopulation problem that Avaren seemed to suffer from (then again, what would she know of the usual population of a city?), Azra had yet to learn much from the people themselves. Yes, she had discovered many things in her short stay, but something told her that there was more to learn, and that was ultimately what kept her here. Knowledge interested her; it wasn’t just a thing she had to do. It would likely have been easier to learn more if she befriended someone, but her attempts had all fallen flat.
Which was why she was here now, relaxing on top of the great stone wall that surrounded Avaren and all its people. The wall was quiet, a place where the wind blew odd harmonies across the worn stone and birds perched on the edge, resting their wings. Azra herself had found a comfortable niche to lean back in, a low stone at her back and right, providing an armrest and a place to put her back against.Her head and neck rose above the stone, and she sat with one leg bent, her other arm draped across her knee. Though she wore her cloak, Azra had let the hood fall in soft folds about her shoulders, allowing the wind to tease her auburn hair for the first time in quite a few days.
For the first time since she left home, Azra felt a sense of peace and calm. It was a sensation she had sorely missed, and it was one she relished. Already she had spent the better part of an hour sitting here, listening to the wind cheerily sing songs of nature, letting the crows babble about shiny objects they had spied down in town. The only thing that was missing were the trees. The fact that they were missing left a hole in her tranquility, a void that could not be filled by the bits of moss that grew on dampened, shadowed rocks.
Still, Azra was mostly content, and because of this, she was off guard, not paying attention to much of anything, instead allowing herself to be swept away by the peace this remote place offered. Eyes closed, mind wandering, she did not hear the footsteps or notice the presence of another approaching her.
