She could hear the sound of weary bones rattling past her as an old woman pushed through the crowd, perspiration hanging onto her stiff frame. Adaen screwed up her nose involuntarily as a bitter, sickly, putrid scent invaded her senses. She did not need to turn her gaze towards the now open door of the night shelter to see that some drunken sod had vomited upon the vaguely lit cobblestones that made his path.
Common sense directed her to move as far away from the door as permissible in this thick, and somewhat rowdy crowd.
Her eyes sought a familiar face almost instinctively, but she did not see one. ‘Fool,’
she chided herself. ‘How can you see anyone beyond this front line of drunkards and haggard travellers?’
She was dressed well enough. Her leaf green dress was, yes, plainer than most. But, simplicity has certain advantages. Not that any vulgar plebeian would understand. She shrugged these thoughts out of her head and stepped firmly into the sea of unfamiliar bodies, loud voices – and music. How strange to hear such a beloved phenomenon in such a thick hall. Adaen did not risk to ponder it, afraid of being crushed if she stood still and let her mind evade her present reality.
In the thicket of loud voices, excited faces and many threads of conversation, Adaen – what with her slight figure, pale skin and dark brown hair – was unnoticeable. All attention was divided between each of the many forms of entertainment in the night shelter. She hoped in the deepest pf her heart that the hostess had not contrived to make use of a Song Maker tonight in order to add to her repute and lessen the likelihood of a brawl. It would be harder to remain unnoticeable, even in a large crowd, if all where in the rapture of the music of a talented Song Maker.
When she’d finally fought her way through to the bar, she sank into her seat with a sigh.
“What would you drink, Lady?” A solemn faced yet young attendant asked her.
She smiled warmly. “Cocoa. Chilled please.”
He blinked at her unusual request, but began to prepare the drink none the less.
Adaen looked on interest. She’d been accustomed to drinking the exotic drink, but had never known how to actually prepare it.
Suddenly, the world felt cold and the lights dimmer than usual as she felt a firm hand upon her shoulder.My character: Adaen
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