Superfly
07-08-2010, 11:08 PM
OOC (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=4968)
The caverns were quiet in the city of Anima. When the lights went out everybody immediately went to sleep. There were no fear of burglars or thieves raiding your home, as each of the citizens in Anima were lucky enough if they had a home. A short Elf sat up on her mattress. Their cave had been especially cold that night. Tess put her hand above her mouth where she witnessed her breath sink into her palm. She rubbed her hands together quickly trying to heat up while she stared across the small cave towards an older man who was also awake.
Silently Garahl sat staring off into space. He always was awake before she started to stir. He stayed in his corner wrapped in his red coat, sitting alone with his thoughts. Tess had come to the conclusion that her uncle rarely ever slept. She rose to her feet immediately as she saw him and approached the fire he had built. She sat across from him, stretching her legs out, and wiping her eyes.
“You slept well?” He asked bluntly. It was more of a statement than a question. Tess nodded in response, still drowsy.
A comfortable silence passed as she stared at the embers. Her hands hovered over it for a few seconds. It was the mornings that were always easiest on Garahl. Tess’ questions would fly when she had woken completely.
“Where did you get the wood?” She asked him.
“I bought it.” He stated dryly.
“From who?” she persisted.
“A vendor.”
“How much was it? Can we afford it?” The usual string of questions came with it. Garahl was used to it. Ever since he had taken her to Anima, Tess had a very curious nature which was bothersome at times. However, he had come to terms with her nosey behaviour and at times admired her persistence. He poked the fire with another stick, allowing it to engulf more wood.
“Yes.” He said.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Tess.”
She scowled at him and sighed. She decided to change the subject to easier topics he‘d be willing to talk about. “Where are we working today?”
“We need to finish repairing the boiler downtown. That’s if downtown hasn’t frozen solid.” Garahl said.
They sat again in silence. Both of them watched the fire as it crackled against the wood and spat pieces of debris at them. Neither of them stirred from their seat until the tremors began. They arose startled, but stood perfectly still as they followed the regular procedure.
The quakes shook violently, more rougher than either of them had experienced in their lives. Dust fell on the fire, extinguishing all light in the cave. Garahl grabbed Tess’ wrist and both of the residents suddenly felt as if the cavern itself had tilted, the prolonged screeches of their neighbours could be heard under the loud beat of the earthquake.
The caverns were quiet in the city of Anima. When the lights went out everybody immediately went to sleep. There were no fear of burglars or thieves raiding your home, as each of the citizens in Anima were lucky enough if they had a home. A short Elf sat up on her mattress. Their cave had been especially cold that night. Tess put her hand above her mouth where she witnessed her breath sink into her palm. She rubbed her hands together quickly trying to heat up while she stared across the small cave towards an older man who was also awake.
Silently Garahl sat staring off into space. He always was awake before she started to stir. He stayed in his corner wrapped in his red coat, sitting alone with his thoughts. Tess had come to the conclusion that her uncle rarely ever slept. She rose to her feet immediately as she saw him and approached the fire he had built. She sat across from him, stretching her legs out, and wiping her eyes.
“You slept well?” He asked bluntly. It was more of a statement than a question. Tess nodded in response, still drowsy.
A comfortable silence passed as she stared at the embers. Her hands hovered over it for a few seconds. It was the mornings that were always easiest on Garahl. Tess’ questions would fly when she had woken completely.
“Where did you get the wood?” She asked him.
“I bought it.” He stated dryly.
“From who?” she persisted.
“A vendor.”
“How much was it? Can we afford it?” The usual string of questions came with it. Garahl was used to it. Ever since he had taken her to Anima, Tess had a very curious nature which was bothersome at times. However, he had come to terms with her nosey behaviour and at times admired her persistence. He poked the fire with another stick, allowing it to engulf more wood.
“Yes.” He said.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Tess.”
She scowled at him and sighed. She decided to change the subject to easier topics he‘d be willing to talk about. “Where are we working today?”
“We need to finish repairing the boiler downtown. That’s if downtown hasn’t frozen solid.” Garahl said.
They sat again in silence. Both of them watched the fire as it crackled against the wood and spat pieces of debris at them. Neither of them stirred from their seat until the tremors began. They arose startled, but stood perfectly still as they followed the regular procedure.
The quakes shook violently, more rougher than either of them had experienced in their lives. Dust fell on the fire, extinguishing all light in the cave. Garahl grabbed Tess’ wrist and both of the residents suddenly felt as if the cavern itself had tilted, the prolonged screeches of their neighbours could be heard under the loud beat of the earthquake.