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I make it my business to know

op wo okt 25, 2017 5:15 pm

The more I read, the more I acquire
the more certain I am that I know nothing.


Her darkwned eyes stood focussed while walking through the crowd. Alez was never a people person. Bit she couldn't exactly not be around the capital. She had a job to do. multiple scripts to finish. That ment going out into the crowd and take her place. walk with pride and try not to look stupid while doing so. It was an harder task for her. She enjoyed her silence too much and in this place she needed to talk and be social.

Alaezna had always been a quiet type. Even when her parents had still been around she was more of a listener and an introvert. But ever since the dissapearence of her mother and the death of her father she had stopped talking altogether. Only speaking up when someone needed her to talk. Hiding herself away in books and scripts. Forcing herself to only focus on her job and hiding away in stories after her job was over for the day.

It was the only thing that made her feel alive from time to time. Living a thousand lives at once as she read about the myths of long ago. Tragic stories were her favorites. Gods fighting eachother and betrayal under human kind. It showed her so clearly how small human kind was and how easily forgotten.

Most of the legends weren't known by the common people. Written in old dialects and often even other languages. Alez had learned herself almost every language there was out there, even if she didn't master them all. She tried to learn every day. Even starting on Dovahzul which resulted in some trips to Valyria.

Right now she had just returned and was making her way towards her own little workingspace at the Aztlan's Library to store away her notes and retranslate them into readable scripts. All to eventually turn into a book that could be stored in Aztlan's ever growing collection. But that ment.. walking through this busy marketplace. Holding her bag close to her she walked on staring at the ground not noticing as she was bumping into people untill she walked straight into a larger man.

@Valkyrie Rayner


Laatst aangepast door Alaezna Nenetl op di nov 21, 2017 12:42 pm; in totaal 1 keer bewerkt




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Re: I make it my business to know

op ma nov 20, 2017 7:42 pm























Many days have passed as the men left the borders of Rhoynar and Nymmerwell to travel down south towards the city of Aztlan. He was a wanderer. A pagan. With no shelter and no home he could stay him. But most of the time he did not bother himself with that.

The travel around lake Tiwanaku had cost him a few days during the heavy rainfalls and he lost his way a few times If it was not for the many travellers on the road he would still be wandering there. And only god would know what would happen to him. Valk could easily take care of himself. He did not need much to live from so he had learned during his time as a knight for the king and queen of Valyria. He shook his head, so many differences with his spoiled family. They have lived their lives as kings and queens, wearing pretty dresses and attend special parties from the most ordinary people in town.

With a grumpy look on his face he moved the horse forward again as the capital dimmed up in his dark eyes. Finally he hissed. Not caring wether people would hear him or not. Finally i’l be able to see what this rotten city has in mind for me. or not. I would not be strange when Valk would stay here for a few hours and continue his journey. He never stayed long in one place. Most of the time he would eat for a bit, have a nap or enjoy the company of someone. It did not matter to him.

His eyes reached for the piramides that pinched out off the trees in front of him. And many of the buildings around him referred to the Gods. Or at least he thought they where gods. Valkyrie stopped the stallion and made his way down the horse. Once down he pulled on the reins and lead the horse into one of the stables. There he would let the horse rest and continue on foot.

Once outside again he let his eyes get used to the bright lights and continue his way through the city. His large posture moving straight through the busy street life of Aztlan. His eyes piercing through all the other people in the streets. Most of them did not bother him and as a lady got his attention his eyesight got lost from the road in front of him and he bumped into something, or ’someone’. He took a step back and some swearing words escaped his mouth as his dark eyes reached for the body in front of him.






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Re: I make it my business to know

op di nov 21, 2017 12:42 pm

The more I read, the more I acquire
the more certain I am that I know nothing.


She had been so stuck into her own mind that the woman hadn't realised that other people were living and walking down the streets of Aztlan. Normally most would just let her be or jump out of the way to make sure she wouldn't trip. Alez falling down some stairs was a all too often occurance in the capital of Nymmerwell. Where she would be strict and silent, hard and careful in other lands. Here in Aztlan she was at home. And at home is where most of the mistakes happen right.

So walking into a large man was not at all uncommon for her. However when the man did not apologize or move after their incident she couldn't help but stare up. He was taller than she had expected. Nearly breaking her neck in the process of trying to find his face.

Pulling up a brow she made sure she was still holding all her papers before crossing her arms. As much as she wanted to ask him with some horrible pun about being 'way up there' if he hadn't seen her. She kept her mouth shut.

Alez wasn't a woman of many words. And surely she wouldn't speak up against an annoying foreigner. So Alez did what she could do best. Stare judginly up at the man waiting for his apology before she could be on her way.

For a woman who barely spoke she sure had a decent thought on how people should act and behave, not only around her, but in general. All things could be a bit nicer right.




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