These Moments of Solace // Isolde & Sabeen
Apr 8, 2012 17:45:52 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 17:45:52 GMT -6
((ooc: I thought I'd go ahead and continue it here )
It was with a certain sense of trepidation that Sabeen left Sol Cathedral and stepped into stride with the friendly blonde woman. Pleasant though Isolde seemed, social situations like this had become somewhat a rarity for Sabeen in recent years – once, not all that long ago really, she had been one of the Court and had honestly revelled in it – but these days it took a bit of courage to even break from her shell of silence.
‘Everyone is very nice and welcoming here’, Isolde had told her, a light-hearted note in her tone. It suggested everything that Sabeen wanted to believe, and maybe she should; after all, she had come across little danger to her own person in the little time she had been in Solraya. Perhaps because she was not wealthy, nor influential, and often she kept a scarf pulled far down over her hair and face in public, as had been the decent custom in her homeland no matter which branch of religion was observed. Here, however, Sabeen tended to do it in order to slip by unnoticed; the only time in which she ever made a show of herself was when she was called upon to dance, an occurrence that ensured she received far more attention than was decent for her wage.
As she walked along with Isolde, however, Sabeen’s somewhat unruly hair was vainly attempting to escape the confines of its silver pin and she readjusted it, awkwardly fishing for something to say to make her seem less ill-mannered. “Have you an occupation here? Or,” she swallowed dryly at the memory stirring thought, “family?”
She wanted to fit in, she honestly did. It was simply that a rusty sensation stiffened her lips and an ever-present sense that she ought to still be in mourning fettered her. Without even meaning to she began playing with the ring on her middle finger in an unconscious anxiety as they neared what looked like the tavern. Or a tavern. There appeared to be two right next to each other, although one described itself as a pub and the other an inn, something she had never paid attention to before having stepped foot in neither. She slowed slightly in anticipation like that of a nervous child, waiting for Isolde to lead the way.