Taking to the Streets

[KynnVea]

<b><span style="color: #993399">((It's been awhile, so I'm gonna jump out and  poke fun at my rustyness, feel free to critique, comment, and such. I wrote it while waiting for EQ2 to patch. The lack of a preview button is going to get to me. )) </span><span style="color: #993399"> </span> <span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #99cc99">Taking to The Streets </span></span></b> Kynn reached out her palm to throw the door open, with an astounding clatter. The wood struck the stone wall on the outside, once again. Her dark colored fingers slipping back into the seamless pocket of her robe. With her spare hand occupied by a quick throw over her shoulders, her rugged pack bouncing against her back as she trudged through the streets, the evening fog rolling in. <div align="left"> <div align="left">Day, or night it wasn’t the alley it used to be. Nor was it exactly, the kind of evening walk that was enjoyable. But she wouldn’t allow Lokau to dissuade her. After all, it wasn’t as if it was for him anyway. He liked to think he could protect her from the dark, and the dank. The only thing he was really capable of doing was keeping her from the dirty dishes in their one countered nightmare of a kitchen.<div align="left"> <div align="left">Her robe draped over her shoulders, shifting as she sighed turning down the cobblestone alleyway. Kynn’s eyes adjusting to the slightly shaded view from the rugged tall buildings, large tattered awnings sheltering nearby civilians. <div align="left"> ”Got any coin?” A raspy voice echoed through the quiet alleyway. She shivered, and shook her head emptying her pocket for the ear. His beard was unkempt, and his eyes bloodshot. An empty bottle laying near his stoop. Her leather slippers slapped against the tarnished cobblestone. Alerting every undesirable in the alley. <div align="left"> <div align="left">She shook her head at another attempt, and threw her sapphire rust colored hood over her head as she migrated down the alleyway, towards the next cross-way. Near the Pier, stopping just before she heard more than just the battered flightless seagull. He had told her where it was. So she must be close. “Some half-drunken Brute got’m”, she thought to herself, as her eyes stared at the seagull, his wings were severely damaged. Healed, but damaged.<div align="left"> <div align="left"> ”Finally” Kynn huffed beneath her breath, the door had what he told her on it. The tarnished ornate mail slot, and Crushed handle. She reached her auburn hands out for the door, rapping her knuckles against the aged wood, to which several groans replied.<div align="left"> <div align="left">“Yessses, Whaaat izzz itt?” The mail slot opened near her waist, and she quickly dropped to a crouch, looking around at the snoring nearby civils. “Fhis told me to come, I have the money, is ‘he’ here?” Her eyes met quickly with the beady eyes on the other end of the mail slot. A short-lived cackle came from behind the door as the mail slot closed and the door creaked open slightly.   Kynn grabbed her pack and squeezed herself in holding the tattered lump of leather in her hands as it dangled by her knees. Barely managing to pass the door knob. Before she realized how many things were by her feet. She elected not to take a step til her eyes adjusted or someone lit a candle.   A whisk of scent agitated her nose, causing a sneeze, which stunned the little beady eyed she-Tonga. As she stopped moving and opted to light the lantern nearest to her. “Silly, Half-Ear your nose is doesn’ do any goods” she cackled and continued moving.   Her response was a sigh, causing just enough of a weight shift to make the floor creak. Which signaled the time to move in her mind. Who knows what was in that room. Snakes, Bats. Or just mold-ridden floors used to the weight of someone considerably smaller than her wandering on them. The massive hills of dusty belongings haphazardly staying in position continued through the house for what seemed to take forever. Every step causing question In her own mind. As the gray furred ratonga led her through the maze of a house. Taking quick glances at the things in what she thought would have been a quaint apartment for the occupants. Considering he was a well-dressed inky in appearance. Such a place was not exactly elegant or scholarly. </div>  </div>“Here, you is, Half-breed” The little witch cackled out to Kynn, followed by an aged dusty cough. The dark skinned girl shivered. Gesturing to the door infront of her. Too late, the witch had left her, with the lantern. </div>“Here I is” She shuddered, placing her hand on her forhead, as she repeated the words of supposedly the wise.</div> </div> </div> </div>Her hand raised cautiously to the door, when a familiar booming voice shouted from beyond the door “Oh, just get in here already, you mudskinned girl!” She jumped, placing both hands on the rickety door, receiving slivers of worn wood in both her hands. She cursed beneath her breath, and opened the door, her heart beating like the wings of a drunken mosquito.</div> </div> ”I…I have the money you asked for..” The words escaped her quivering dark rose colored lips. Before her eyes even left the floor. She noted the sturdy floor beneath her feet. It wasn’t The Overlords palace, or some such manor, for sure. But it wasn’t rotting, and instead of the smell of mold combined with florally essences it was just a welcome scent of some kind of slightly exotic incense.</div> </div>  “Pha..Phanan, I brought the money”. She slowly let the words flow out of her mouth somewhat louder, rising her head to meet his indigo face, a view she was not expecting. As he has been sitting at his desk, ever so quietly before she had let her gaze rise from the floor.   Kynn let herself just be quiet, as she stared at his face. She knew It was his move, He’d say something, embarrass her, or just grab the pack out of her hands and search for it himself. He just looked at her, standing a whole head taller. She was more fixated on his jaw, and well toned shoulders than anything. Occasionally darting her eyes up to meet his   Until he shifted his weight, lifting his right arm up to her hood picking it up in a very dainty elf like manner between his two fingers and flipping it back over her head. Which now stood a victim to the slightly cooler air, and light. His purplish fingers brushing against her hairless scalp, in what seemed to be, almost an affectionate manner.   His hand returned to his side almost instantly afterwards. But he fidgeted slightly, reaching up to his cleanly shaven chin rubbing it in thought. “Take a seat, I’ll see about what I can do”.