Post by Vincent nó Gentian(D) on Aug 22, 2007 13:04:52 GMT -5
It has been a relativily sunny and slight overcast day. Not to horrible, and I was given leave from Gentian House, which I took to eagerly as I was wont. It's not that I didn't enjoy my tenure there, but I more often found that the next soothing thing to the Opium rooms were quiet strolls along Night's doorstep. Clad in a light white robe, and dark silver cloak, I strolled the base of the mountain unhooded. I did find it calming to practice walking like a priest, reverently, offering quick smiles to usual onlookers. The cloak didn't quite reach all of my back, and so observant people could sometimes see the base of it through the thin robe, that eeked through my breeches. I would have gone unshod, but the doorstep is busy, so I elected to wear some weaved sandels.
Almost on my return, the weather took a turn, and started to rain. I didn't believe I'd make it back up Mount Nuit in time, so I ducked into the nearest inn, in this case the Generous Patron. Not in any particular rush, I took a secluded corner of the bar, and tied my white hair back so that I could watch various patrons and customers.
Almost on my return, the weather took a turn, and started to rain. I didn't believe I'd make it back up Mount Nuit in time, so I ducked into the nearest inn, in this case the Generous Patron. Not in any particular rush, I took a secluded corner of the bar, and tied my white hair back so that I could watch various patrons and customers.