Post by Ránëwén Lossëhelin on Aug 15, 2011 17:19:27 GMT -5
[Takes place directly after: What Council ]
She watched; those that gathered dispersed past her and out towards the Tavern, which had been offered up as a place of celebration. Several minutes passed, with only fading shadows to keep her company. A few might have glanced at her, but if they had, it had only been for a moment; a moment in which she only met their eyes briefly and shied them thereafter away.
Held up in esteem were three: the man, the noble-lady and one of the merchants, a cyclops with a blinking eye. A diverse electorate they were, caring for security, monetary-wealth and the overall betterment of society. Chosen wisely perhaps, but still only a vestige of aspiration, nothing more until they could prove otherwise. She hoped for them, for nothing more could she offer other than such.
When even the lingering shadows finally parted away, she walked. To the center, rough stone and dirt at her feet. There she stood, where earlier, persons of all sorts debated on the future of the town. Unturned she glanced to whence they departed and listened. The fading talk echoed off of walls and proceeded into disparity. It meant nothing. She had hoped that one would remain, but from the look of things, none had. All around she looked, hoping for another to approach. She had not been rude enough to interrupt, and had not the tenacity to bother the recently elected council. They had enough churning about their minds now to deal with her.
Eventually, if left alone, she would head off in search of a temporary shelter for the night.
She watched; those that gathered dispersed past her and out towards the Tavern, which had been offered up as a place of celebration. Several minutes passed, with only fading shadows to keep her company. A few might have glanced at her, but if they had, it had only been for a moment; a moment in which she only met their eyes briefly and shied them thereafter away.
Held up in esteem were three: the man, the noble-lady and one of the merchants, a cyclops with a blinking eye. A diverse electorate they were, caring for security, monetary-wealth and the overall betterment of society. Chosen wisely perhaps, but still only a vestige of aspiration, nothing more until they could prove otherwise. She hoped for them, for nothing more could she offer other than such.
When even the lingering shadows finally parted away, she walked. To the center, rough stone and dirt at her feet. There she stood, where earlier, persons of all sorts debated on the future of the town. Unturned she glanced to whence they departed and listened. The fading talk echoed off of walls and proceeded into disparity. It meant nothing. She had hoped that one would remain, but from the look of things, none had. All around she looked, hoping for another to approach. She had not been rude enough to interrupt, and had not the tenacity to bother the recently elected council. They had enough churning about their minds now to deal with her.
Eventually, if left alone, she would head off in search of a temporary shelter for the night.