20th trial of Vhalar, 717th arc
Yolande wore the cold of Viden like a familiar shrug. It lay around her, like autumn leaves around a frost-bitten tree. It was a romantic image for the lofty woman who strode purposefully along the street towards the homely tavern in her sights. It was an image she wouldn't have used, herself, but it was still true. She held the particular stance of a person who was accustomed to cold, one who was a native of the city of knowledge. The cold showed itself if you peered past the hood of her cloak that shaded her face, in the blank, icy sheen of her pupil-less eyes or the slight sheen of blue to her skin. These signs were not due to extreme frostbite, but simply her nature- her race, if you would. The edisi woman didn't pay attention to her own appearance however, though she did stop to slide the coarse, pale grey of the hood from her hair as she stepped into the sudden warmth of the building. Not many paid attention to the arrival of the woman, and that suited her just fine. After all, she wasn't here to unwind or drink or even eat. Yolande was here on her own, personal mission. Something was afoot, and she intended to place both her feet, and her person, into that something. Whatever it was.
She garnered a few looks from the staff as she made her way straight to the noticeboard that was plastered with everything from scraps of notes through to posters advertising jobs or events that patrons thought might be interesting. She stepped closer and swiftly scanned the array of notices that hung there, looking for words that might stand out.
Her attention snapped back to the freshly scripted note stacked beneath a sign about an ale company. MISSING... Her fingers carefully jostled the paper to the surface of the crowded board, and she gazed at it with a sharp interest. The paper itself was good quality, and she briefly admired the texture beneath her fingers. The writing itself was less impressive, but legible. The ink was a blackish type of brown, and clumped in several places. The word that had originally caught her interest was the largest, and seemed to scream worry. If she was to give the notice a voice, it would be a quietly screaming one. Yolande found the nearest free table and laid the paper on it's well-worn surface as she read once, then twice, the note in its fullness.
"Viden's tavern, the White Fox Inn, holds many a notice inside it's warm walls. It is always a source of at least some kind of interest, dependant on your own interests of course. Mostly it holds the type of mundane advertisements and leaflets intended for the patrons of the establishment, but at the start of Vhalar 717, signs have begun to be posted, mentioning missing persons. I first learnt of this through the street conversation of two market women, then later at the tavern in which I now find myself. The sign which caught my eye is as follows."
Here, she carefully scribed the exact wording of the note. It was essential, she thought, to make sure she wrote it as she found it. Mostly, Yolande recorded her surroundings and events that occurred around her, and she had never thought to record it differently to what she saw. In a vague sense, she might realise that her chronicling had the chance to alter the past, but the more pressing matter for her was always her father's words to her, those long arcs ago. Of course, she rarely thought of them now. The past had passed, and she no longer kept her dead father in the forefront of her mind, but the eidisi woman was shaped by the spectre of her father more than she realised. It was his hand that had carefully taught her to write, after all, and writing was her by far her largest passion.
Once she had finished though, she replaced the note where she had found it, despite temptation to slip the paper between the leaves of her journal. She stood, unfolding like an unfurling fern, and began to walk to the exit. Time to find Kala Avilstone.
OOC: If anyone fancies stepping in, the basic premise is that Yolande isn't necessarily going to try and find the hunters. She's just collecting as much information about disappearances as she can. You can bump into her at the inn or in the Tsavorite Prism as she goes to find Kala. Also, this is my first post here so I expect I've littered it with errors! Please tell me off nicely.
She garnered a few looks from the staff as she made her way straight to the noticeboard that was plastered with everything from scraps of notes through to posters advertising jobs or events that patrons thought might be interesting. She stepped closer and swiftly scanned the array of notices that hung there, looking for words that might stand out.
HELP REQUESTED
... Puppy for sale ...
Looking for crafter
... MISSING ...
Wrestling competition 54th Vhal-
... Puppy for sale ...
Looking for crafter
... MISSING ...
Wrestling competition 54th Vhal-
Her attention snapped back to the freshly scripted note stacked beneath a sign about an ale company. MISSING... Her fingers carefully jostled the paper to the surface of the crowded board, and she gazed at it with a sharp interest. The paper itself was good quality, and she briefly admired the texture beneath her fingers. The writing itself was less impressive, but legible. The ink was a blackish type of brown, and clumped in several places. The word that had originally caught her interest was the largest, and seemed to scream worry. If she was to give the notice a voice, it would be a quietly screaming one. Yolande found the nearest free table and laid the paper on it's well-worn surface as she read once, then twice, the note in its fullness.
MISSING
Sisters, twins, Maris & Janis, both hunters. They went missing on the 13th (Vhalar). A reward and my eternal gratitude will go to the one who finds them.
They both have black hair and fair skin. Last seen wearing dark green cloaks and carrying hunting equipment.
Thought to have been hunting in the White Pine Forests.
Kala Avilstone
I can be contacted at the Tsavorite Prism
Yolande sighed a short huff of exhaled air. It was absolutely typical that the scribe of this note had forgotten to write down their own appearance, but a name would have to do. She had her backpack safely tucked against the leg of the table, and from within it she pulled a notebook, small inkpot and an inkpen. It was obvious, to anyone looking, that they were used frequently. Even if the ink-crusted state of the pot wasn't evidence enough, the woman's hands were the typically stained ones of a scholar. Even more revealing was the way she wrote, in long elegant strands of scribbles. The page she had chosen was fresh and clean of text, and a minute frown creased her brow as she unscrewed the ink pot to release the smell of the nighttime black ink that dwelt within. Her pen dipped into the well, and scratched across that fresh, snowy page. Sisters, twins, Maris & Janis, both hunters. They went missing on the 13th (Vhalar). A reward and my eternal gratitude will go to the one who finds them.
They both have black hair and fair skin. Last seen wearing dark green cloaks and carrying hunting equipment.
Thought to have been hunting in the White Pine Forests.
Kala Avilstone
I can be contacted at the Tsavorite Prism
"Viden's tavern, the White Fox Inn, holds many a notice inside it's warm walls. It is always a source of at least some kind of interest, dependant on your own interests of course. Mostly it holds the type of mundane advertisements and leaflets intended for the patrons of the establishment, but at the start of Vhalar 717, signs have begun to be posted, mentioning missing persons. I first learnt of this through the street conversation of two market women, then later at the tavern in which I now find myself. The sign which caught my eye is as follows."
Here, she carefully scribed the exact wording of the note. It was essential, she thought, to make sure she wrote it as she found it. Mostly, Yolande recorded her surroundings and events that occurred around her, and she had never thought to record it differently to what she saw. In a vague sense, she might realise that her chronicling had the chance to alter the past, but the more pressing matter for her was always her father's words to her, those long arcs ago. Of course, she rarely thought of them now. The past had passed, and she no longer kept her dead father in the forefront of her mind, but the eidisi woman was shaped by the spectre of her father more than she realised. It was his hand that had carefully taught her to write, after all, and writing was her by far her largest passion.
Once she had finished though, she replaced the note where she had found it, despite temptation to slip the paper between the leaves of her journal. She stood, unfolding like an unfurling fern, and began to walk to the exit. Time to find Kala Avilstone.
OOC: If anyone fancies stepping in, the basic premise is that Yolande isn't necessarily going to try and find the hunters. She's just collecting as much information about disappearances as she can. You can bump into her at the inn or in the Tsavorite Prism as she goes to find Kala. Also, this is my first post here so I expect I've littered it with errors! Please tell me off nicely.
