10th Hour of the Second Brightening of Cryxatum of First Cycle the in the Season Summer;
Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum. The Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne
She brushed tears from her eyes.
"So close and so far." she snarled as she walked along the streets of Paxia. She'd left the Adile's office in a half dejected state. "Neither fully slave nor fully free." she whispers in a quiet tone.
"What am I to do, all I can do is to get that donkey at the moment.... but what bout food and other such things while I travel... M- Keldon's busy.... I should find them on my own... on my own...." she stopped and looked around the street. The world had suddenly gotten much larger and more complex than when she last checked. Going from slave to free, and yet being neither fully made the world much more terrify.
Zaenaerys covered her mouth with a small hand.
"I won't cry... I won't cry." she told herself as small tears began to cloud her vision. Tears which she knew would bring a torrent, a deluge of emotion if she didn't control it now. She began to walk, though slowly... most people would probably notice her... an elf... but darker, an exotic elf, with skin like dark fertile soil, not black like an elf of the light-less world below, but dark like perhaps a person of the desert. With her small stature one might mistake her a child, an elven child at that.
She walked slowly trying to brush the tears from her eyes, but the came forth in small torrents. She hated it, the uncertainty, the feeling of not knowing, of not being able , the in ability comprehend. She was stuck she had no rights and yet she had them .Neither citizen or slave... not free but not owned either. She had nothing to her name... at all... She felts her feet slip from under her... she sobbed, her voice broken in deep sobs. They were those of a child. Maybe somewhere deep inside she still was a child, even by human standards.
Her sobs were long and hard, pent up for several years it seemed. The elf girl couldn't quite control herself. Free to do as she wished though it seemed foolish to cry on the street, it felt good to... but to find a place to call her own... that would be a dream, to find people to call her own that was a distant memory and far off dream. She began to walk slowly, and carefully as tears blurred her vision.