[Opelya Kitrye'veresi]

TimeStamp: Winter of Era I of the brightening Carmelyana of the cycle 3 of the month Melora Era III of the Celestine Mandate Era XII Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening

Opelya never thought she'd see this all to familiar place again, the memories she held of Alleria Prime for like the stains on the floor, faded, yet they still remained strong. Simply the smell of mead and sweat could bring them back to her as strongly as if she were there.

And now she was, stepping through the heavy wooden doors of the Crown, instinctively reaching down for an old dagger, hidden deep inside the boot she never quite recalled putting on that morning. Every extremity of her body held a certain numbness that was hard to shake off. The cool feeling of steel between her fingertips was never really felt, she only knew that she must have been holding something. And then she realized that they no longer asked for weapons. Of course things have changed, what’s the difference…put it back before anyone notices.

Opelya wanted to deaden her mind to the cold outside that had wrapped itself around her tighter then her corset was fastened about her stomach. Surely all she needed was food, and drink, and normalcy would once again return. But how long had it been that she held onto that hope? How long had it been since the very word was present in her vocabulary? Far too long…

Somehow she found her way through the crowd and noise towards an empty table at the back. And slowly she sat herself down onto a seat. Her body no longer liked her very much for depriving it of much needed rest, and therefore wasn’t working as well as it once had. A long stay in Prime would probably help to fix that. She waited for a waitress to notice her, and when one finally came over she ordered a simple meal of bread, cheese and ale. As empty as she was, food still held no appeal to her.

The strange dark elf watched the many faces around her, looking for something, or some one, as she was accustomed to doing lately. Wondering how she must seem to others. As tired as she appeared naturally enough, she was still a beautiful creature. Her deep red eyes never dulling, and her face being always pale didn't seem the worser for being even more so. But her black shawl still wrapped around her head, it was hard to see her face…and she liked it that way. Being noticed wasn’t something she desired above all else, she just wanted to observe as always.


ooc: sorry i know this is uber sucky, but I've been gone a while and I've gotten a bit rusty.