Atanlia, some refer to it as the city of thieves. They wouldn't be wrong, but they do forget the murderers, the corruption of the supposed authority. And add on to that a cartful of other... unsavory things to spare the images. Fleur paced down a stone street. Dozens of others passed or traveled along, each face to be seen telling a story, untranslatable by most but defiantly telling you something. Flags blew about off in the distance, the royal flags of the palace. Fleur stopped off to the side of the street to observe them. More so to wet the dream of one day getting into the palace fortress and to access the wealth of information the Inquisition surely has stored there.
"Maybe".
Fleur had all the time to dream if she wished. There was no true schedule in the bands attempt to track down the, rebel. It did take her thoughts off Davarious. But idle time is an enemy of her goals, so she continued on to the Broken Blessing through a sea of strangers.
Jin was outside the shop, a soldier running down the street to catch up to his squad. Fleur walked up to him taking a glance at the older gentleman than turning her eyes towards what she wanted so greedily for her own. "I again turn to the walls in hopes of finding an awaiting open gate. But again nothing". Fleur pulled away the cloth covering her face and turned her gaze back to Jin, optimism was hanging from her golden locks like a second mask. "Sorry if I troubled you by saying that. My how I waste the day staring for that gate". Fleur loosely wrapped up her mask again. She felt better for just saying those vague words to him, she always did.
"Maybe".
Fleur had all the time to dream if she wished. There was no true schedule in the bands attempt to track down the, rebel. It did take her thoughts off Davarious. But idle time is an enemy of her goals, so she continued on to the Broken Blessing through a sea of strangers.
Jin was outside the shop, a soldier running down the street to catch up to his squad. Fleur walked up to him taking a glance at the older gentleman than turning her eyes towards what she wanted so greedily for her own. "I again turn to the walls in hopes of finding an awaiting open gate. But again nothing". Fleur pulled away the cloth covering her face and turned her gaze back to Jin, optimism was hanging from her golden locks like a second mask. "Sorry if I troubled you by saying that. My how I waste the day staring for that gate". Fleur loosely wrapped up her mask again. She felt better for just saying those vague words to him, she always did.