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Wandering about Aimlessly Chyril 23 MT

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Yesterday had been a rather exciting day for the young adhiel. It was full of surprises that she despite her not being fond of surprises, turned out quite nicely. First there was her seeing a person from her not to distant past, a dark adhiel that went by the name Jadmai. Jadmai had done well for himself as he had risen to the position of Ambassador.

Seeing Ulder again for the first time it what felt like forever was also a surprisingly welcomed surprise. The circumstances were quite unique as Raevyn showed up as an unexpected guest to his wedding. He remembered her and the two agreed to have dinner one night soon to catch up on old times.

After the wedding was the second meeting with Jadmai. This one planned in advance by Raevyn herself. There she found out just where she remembered him from, and became, for the most part, business owners in some grand scheme the adhiel had concocted.

At the conclusion of a rather whirlwind day Raevyn went to bed early. Her home for the time being was the temple of the Mother. It was suitable for the time being, but it would serve as her long time residence. Raevyn wanted something a little more private than what the walls of the temple could offer.

Despite how late the young assassin got to bed, she was up alarmingly early. The sun had barely began to rise up to it's perch high in the sky yet she was awake and fully dressed. Unlike the previous day when she had went through the painstaking routine of putting on make up and powder tp face the world disguised as J'naia, she could be bothered with that this morning. No she was going to face the world as Raevyn, nothing more, nothing less.

After waking up, Raevyn prayed to her mother, Anasati for the better part of a mark before going to get breakfast. Raevyn's devotion to the dark mother was strong and grow stronger as each day passed it seemed. The assassin found a comforting peace when she prayed to her and now made this part of her daily routine.

Now it was time to explore this big new city. It was also time to maybe try to pick out a gift to bring to dinner tomorrow night with Ulder and Elaine. The day would be a long one, and Raevyn had nothing to do.There were no obligations or cares to hinder her and Raevyn would make the most of it. It was her day to do whatever she pleased with.
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Morningtide was when people got up and business was already brisk at the marketplace, but other than that the streets were still somewhat empty, people looking almost subdued. In the distance, closer to the harbor, a whiff of smoke up into the air, somewhat thicker and darker than those rising from nearby chimneys. The fire it sprang from must have been quite a large one. A group of soot covered and wet men passed the dark adhiel on her way, dragging their feet tiredly, mumbling amongst themselves. They looked ready to fall asleep upon their feet, though they were still struggling to reach their beds for now.
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Raevyn watched the dirty looking men as they passed her by. By the looks of things they had a very long night. Perhaps they were all in some sort of fight she thought, or were workers for the city. Whatever the case was she ignored them as she passed them on her walk.

Going back to the Simple Pleasures had crossed her mind, and she figured it would probably be a good place to do lunch if nothing else caught her fancy. Yet the young assassin wasn't going to let her thoughts dwell on food for long either.

Her mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with a gift. A gift for Ulder and his new bride. The question was... what? Jewelry was given to them both from what she remembered of the wedding. There were also other things that the couple received that Raevyn herself wasn't in a position to give them. What did you give to someone you haven't seen in a long time on their wedding day?

So the dark adhiel resigned herself to the fact that a good portion of her day would be hunting a different kind of prey. It would be a day of poking her head here and there looking for a gift. Dealing with merchants of various sort and repute to find something that hopefully they would both enjoy.
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Just as she did not pay them much heed, the dirty looking man ignored Raevyn, either too tired, or utterly unconcerned with her dark skin and exotic features. It was still to early for the city to be bustling with activity even though it was waking up. For some reason people were slow to rise today, the streets much more empty than usual. It was that absence of people that brought almost tranquil silence, or at least atmosphere as close to silence as possible in the big city like Citadel. Loud clang accompanied by a yelp and then a sound like a pile of wood collapsing came from the alley Raevyn approached. Whatever it was that fell settled and silence once more fell on the nearly empty streets.
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