I thought since this was a pretty low-key scene in a public space, I'd post this from last night.
From the perspective of Sister Thalia, a friar out of Windhaven Monastery and Plew-on-Sea:
Of Ilexian blood, this stocky and well-tanned friar woman looks to be of hardy peasant stock as well. Her hazel eyes are widely set above a strong aquiline nose, while rugged and weather-roughed cheekbones and a wide mouth further contribute to her rough-hewn appearance. Nevertheless, her features are softened by the cheerful sparkle in her eyes and the tendency of her lips to twitch upward into a smile. Her coarse wheaten blonde hair is shaven nearly to her crown, with twin braids tied together at the back of her head in the traditional Kalentic friar's tonsure. She stands at medium height, and looks to be in her forties.
She is wearing: a coarse sackcloth friar's habit, a hempen rope belt, and a plaited straw kaiostauros pinned to the right breast of her robe.
She is holding a long ash staff in her right hand.
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14 Vel 797, Nathansday
(14 Azara, Nthanda's Day)
You walk north, with a brisk stride and a steady thump of your staff.
[St Loomis, Fountain Square]
Here at Fountain Square, bustling Market Street intersects with Post Street to the west, the two avenues' near identical width and substantial stone paving marking them out as equally important in the life and layout of the town. Conversely, the abruptly declining quality of the road that forges eastward suggests a certain marginality to the neighborhood in that direction, where clusters of dreary buildings slant together hopelessly. Presiding over both rich and poor from the center of St Loomis, the town hall sits in stone-clad dignity on the east side of the square.
A lit Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
A silvery-blond guard captain is standing here, holding a lump of beeswax in his right hand. A pale-eyed lithe man is conversing with a copper-eyed dark haired woman, smiling warmly; he looks a bit malnourished at the moment. An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes is conversing with a pale-eyed lithe man, posture reservedly at ease. A lean, ink-eyed man is here. A freckled guard of the town watch patrols the area. A broad guard of the town watch patrols here.
The clouds gather the blue light of dusk into themselves as they float across the sky. The area is dirtied by fresh water and lightly splotched with deep-red tea.
Cardinal Exits: north, south, east, and west
Other: the town hall: bronze entry door (closed)
Pigeons flock around the base of a circular fountain at the middle of the intersection, where a large stone model of the St Loomis lighthouse presides over the area.
Adding her presence to the group gathered in the dusk around the fountain, Thalia comes in looking like she's on a mission. She stops a short respectful distance from all the foreign-looking folk and peers around at them with a look of intent inquiry.
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
A lean, ink-eyed man aims a mildly concerned look to a pale-eyed lithe man giving another nod. Their attention is pulled seeing your intent look. "Good evening." [in Ruvic with a muted countertenor]
A pale-eyed lithe man gives a small wave to you friar, with a faint smile.
You have emoted: Leaning casually against a long ash staff, you say, "Good eve and God bless, goodmen and goodwomen. I hope Dionos has been dreaming a pleasant night for you so far." [in Ruvic]
Clouds float placidly through a sea of bright blue sky.
A broad guard of the town watch walks south, patrolling.
A muscular guard of the town watch walks over from the west, patrolling.
A muscular guard of the town watch walks north, patrolling.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes opens her mouth at a pale-eyed lithe man's question, but she closes it again with a faint smile. "Ygaaqqayr ia' aod teer sypao'aoss, ymynydh, yHykhy iyjhy ygaaqqayr vyg yfytty." [in an unknown language] She turns to nod to a lean, ink-eyed man, looking as if she is about to say more, when the thumping of your staff draws her attention. After a moment she turns to face her more fully and inclines her head in greeting. "Ah... fair dreaming to you. Good evening," [in Ruvic with a low and measured contralto] she returns carefully.
You have emoted: Thalia surveys each person in turn, with a frank gaze of matter-of-fact curiosity. "You folks are those that came 'cross the sea and wrecked here, I'm guessing?" Her mouth tugs up and her eyes crinkle into weathered crow's-feet at the corners. "Don't think I'm guessing wrong, as there aren't many here have the look of you all."
Sheepishly, a pale-eyed lithe man says, ""Ah, heh. Good evening, and indeed..." [in Ruvic with a clear and careful tenor]."
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
A lean, ink-eyed man aims a slight smile to you. "Many thanks and same to yourself. Yes, and I believe it a good one, coming across another that survived said wreck."
A pale-eyed lithe man scratching the back of his neck, he nods in agreement with a lean, ink-eyed man.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes nods once to you in confirmation. Straight backed she agrees in Ruvic that is heavily inflected with a foreigner's cadence, "You are correct. And you are--?" [in Ruvic] she wonders politely.
Bright white clouds form fanciful and ever-changing shapes against the deep azure backdrop of the sky.
You have emoted: Thalia says, "Dionos does dream well, then. Praise be to It in Its mercy." Her tone is briefly reverent, but retains the same air of matter-of-factness, as if Dionos and Its mercy were the most natural thing in the world. Looking to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes then, she answers, "Sister Thalia, Friar of Windhaven." She smiles again. "Though seldom *at* Windhaven, as there's so much in need of doing elsewhere."
A lit Mistwatch lantern glows with a misty teal light.
Speaking in a soft practice Ruvic, a pale-eyed lithe man asks plainly "What is Windhaven?"
A lean, ink-eyed man focuses intently on you at hearing a name, while nodding alongside the remaining words. "Yes, there is plenty of in need. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Ighlaf."
You have emoted: Thalia tuts softly, as if in reproof to herself. "Ah yes," she says to a pale-eyed lithe man, "Of course you wouldn't know, would you? It's the monastery nearby, on the islands in the bay. A lovely place, very peaceful, good for meditations and prayersong and pious industry, but a bit stifling at times."
Casting fleeting shadows across the structures of the town, piles of crisp billowy clouds frisk swiftly across the sky.
You have emoted: Thalia turns a little towards a lean, ink-eyed man, her lips twitching up into a small but ready smile. "Iglaf. A fine name, almost has a Rhodish ring to it. And the rest of you, how are you called?"
A pale-eyed lithe man ponders this a moment, rubbing his chin with two fingers. "That does sound very beautiful. I wonder to the story of the name, building a monastery on an island is no easy feat. Oh! I am Zaahid, it is good to meet you both, as well." A pale-eyed lithe man he nods to you and a lean, ink-eyed man in turn.
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence.
"Ah." An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes smiles faintly to you. "You must be the visitor some of these townspeople were speaking of." She pauses, then supplies an introduction of her own. She enunciates her own name slowly. "Marwa Baz Taa'ha, Sister Thalia."
You have emoted: Thalia chortles at a pale-eyed lithe man. "An easy feat would hardly be worthy of Dionos, now would it?" She clucks her tongue softly. "Besides, a monastery needs to be removed from the world, in order to be closer to God than to the things of humankind. But the mercy of God must also be taken out into the world for those who have need of it, and that's where friars like me find our calling."
A lean, ink-eyed man smiles to you. "Some call me the artist, alongside my signing as so at times." Their attention turning to a pale-eyed lithe man. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well."
Smiling back over at an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes, you agree, "Aye, I reckon some here have spoken of my return. It's been some months since I last stepped foot in St Loomis, and the folks here miss having a friar about betimes."
Soft breezes freshen the air, sending the clouds above briskly along their way.
A pale-eyed lithe man listens, looking between the speakers as they talk; drinking in the information of the city and times.
You have emoted: Thalia hmms thoughtfully at a lean, ink-eyed man and gives a small nod. "I see, I see..." Drumming her fingertips lightly against her staff, she raises her eyebrows and inquires, "Now that we're properly introduced, do any of you know a, hm..." She ponders a moment. "Goodwoman.. Fye-roo-zee?"
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence.
A lean, ink-eyed man dips their head alongside your words. "I myself have been looking to meet you on behalf of Goodwoman Firouzeh. Many call her Firo, for short. I am assisting her in her works."
A lean, ink-eyed man adds after a moment, "She is often working within the clinic the evenings. I scribe and reply to letters for her."
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes listens to you quietly. At her question, however, she glances to a lean, ink-eyed man, and gives a small nod of affirmation to their words.
(Quietly): A pale-eyed lithe man shifts closer to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes.
(Hidden) A pale-eyed lithe man whispers to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes, "--- -s --------- F-------? ------- --s-----, -- - -----?"
You have emoted: Thalia laughs heartily as a lean, ink-eyed man pronounces that name, and at the end of her laughter shakes her head ruefully. "Well, I muddled that one all up, didn't I? That one's not like anything I've ever heard anywhere, and truth told I only read it on a smudged-up scrap of paper delivered to me by a trapper, so that did me no favors either. Feero, though. I can remember that."
Wisps of cloud trail across the sky, shimmering silver in the moonlight.
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence in the night.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes whispers something, involving a pale-eyed lithe man.
More briskly, you say, "Any case, the note came firstwise from the Archbiscop, for all it was delivered by a trapper, and it was his request that I speak with this Feero friend of yours."
A soft breeze rises as the night deepens, sending fluffy clouds sailing across the midnight blue sea of the sky.
It is evening, the hour of evensong.
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
A pale-eyed lithe man gives a small appreciative nod to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes as he murmurs back and forth with her a moment.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes answers something briefly in a low volume to a pale-eyed lithe man, then glances back to you. "If she is not at the clinic by the docks, then she is often cooking at the bakery, or delivering food to the catheral," she says before looking to a lean, ink-eyed man. "But you see her more often than I, I think, sayyida."
A lean, ink-eyed man smiles to you. "It is learning both sides of things, and no worries." Then gives a nod those later words from an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes. "She may be around the later evenings once free of her works. She was also told to seek you, but I can answer some of the why." They pause a moment, "Plainly that she would like to assist those in need, either with her medical knowhow, or in cooking, or whatever else may be wanted."
Wisps of cloud trail across the sky, shimmering silver in the moonlight.
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
A muscular guard of the town watch walks over from the east, patrolling.
You have emoted: "Mn, aye," murmurs Thalia, rubbing her chin consideringly. "The note said sommat about introducing her to the folk here in town, and asked that I might have her 'company with me for a spell, to get her a start."
A muscular guard of the town watch walks north, patrolling.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man walks over from the south.
You have emoted: Thalia balances on one bare foot briefly as she uses to other to scratch absently at the opposite shin. "Well, it's good to know where I can hope to find her. And in the meanwhile, there's no lack of things for me to attend to here, so it's no hardship to me to stay here for a time."
A freckled guard of the town watch walks over from the west, patrolling.
A freckled guard of the town watch walks north, patrolling.
A lean, ink-eyed man replies to you with a thankful look "If you are free to, your guidance would be appreciated. If I see her I can also send a letter to you the future should both of you be busy." They spot a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man and greeting, "Good evening."
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
Clouds float placidly through the velvety black of the night sky.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man strolls slowly up the street towards the fountain with his hands clasped behind his back. Upon seeing a few familiar faces in the area, he unclasps them to wave to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes and a lean, ink-eyed man. He's also about to call out when he notices the ongoing conversation, pausing before he responds to a lean, ink-eyed man's greeting. "Good evening. I hope that everyone is faring well today." [in Ruvic with a light, airy tenor]
A pale-eyed lithe man gives a small cheerful wave to a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man.
You have emoted: Thalia offers a half-quizzical smile to a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man as he walks in, her bright hazel eyes scrutinizing him with interest. But she replies to a lean, ink-eyed man, "Aye, if you'd like to tell her your own way that I'm about, that would be a help, I'm sure. Quite interested to meet her, but I've all the time Dionos has dreamed for me."
A broad guard of the town watch walks over from the west, patrolling.
A broad guard of the town watch walks north, patrolling.
A muscular guard of the town watch walks over from the north, patrolling.
A muscular guard of the town watch takes quick note of his surroundings.
A lean, ink-eyed man smiles to a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man with a murmur, "Well, if in need of a meal shortly." Then answers you, "I would be glad to help, and I believe her also eager to meet you."
"Peace be upon you." A pale-eyed lithe man says softly to a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man after a thoughtful moment.
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence in the night.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man sketches a little bow towards you, then again to a pale-eyed lithe man. "I'm Ziyad. My apologies for interrupting. Please don't mind me," he says, offering an amicable smile.
"I am Zaahid, a pleasure sayyid Ziyad." A pale-eyed lithe man says with a warm smile.
Soft breezes freshen the air, sending the clouds above briskly along their way.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes has been listening quietly throughout this conversation, and when a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man nears she gives him a small smile. "Sayyid Farhat," she greets. "This is, ah, Sister Talia." A slight turn of an uplifted palm to you accompanies those words. "She knows to look for Grandmother Firouzeh."
You have emoted: Thalia says to a lean, ink-eyed man, "Then that's all settled, then. My thanks, child." She gives him a candidly warm smile before looking briefly back to a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man, then to the others in turn. "Aye, Sister Thalia, that's me," she declares. "I'm glad to have stumbled right across all of you folk."
A muscular guard of the town watch walks south, patrolling.
(Quietly): "Pleased to meet the both of you," Ziyad murmurs, sketching another little bow after the round of introductions. "I've heard of a Sister Thalia arriving recently to provide guide and aid to those in need." A smile is flashed in Zaahid's direction. "And I'm always glad to run into someone else from home."
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence in the night.
Ighlaf smiles back to you, "You are welcome. I am glad you stumbled across us as well."
Marwa smiles faintly to you at that - a warm but reserved expression. "This is not so large a town that we cannot be found," she comments. "But yes - it is good our paths have crossed. Grandmother Firouzeh will be pleased to know you are here."
Wisps of cloud trail across the sky, shimmering silver in the moonlight.
You have emoted: "Well, I do the best I can with what Dionos has given me," Thalia tells Ziyad with another cheerful up-twitch of a smile. "Which is all any body can do."
Zaahid smiles in return to Ziyad. "Likewise! I had feared I'd not find a single kinsfolk, and yet quickly I have met a few. I am very fortunate, this day."
You have emoted: Thalia straightens up from leaning on her staff, giving it a solid thud against the ground. "That said, I'm one to turn in with the sun and rise with it too, and I've a great deal to be about tomorrow. And I'm sure the lot of you have your own business with each other, and don't need a meddling old friar sticking her nose in it."
Pale silvery-teal patterns waver through the murky darkness around a lit Mistwatch lantern.
"I suppose I should be off to the bank and to find proper lodgings, myself, as well. It's been a pleasure to meet you all." Zaahid says with a small incline of his head and a warm smile.
Ighlaf dips their head to you, "The fountain is a welcome place, as I was sticking my own nose into conversations." Their lips twitch, then they add, "May your rest be well."
Marwa smiles again, this time fractionally wider, at your words. "Of course. It is late. Fair dreaming and a restful night to you," she in return.
Ziyad chuckles softly and shakes his head at you. "We'll no doubt speak again at some point, Sister Thalia. Fair dreaming to you, and may your work go smoothly." Turning to Zaahid, he responds, "And a pleasure to meet you again."
The night sky is a rich midnight blue accented by fluttering streamers of cloud.
You have emoted: "Aye, I expect we'll stumble 'pon one another like we were all roots on the Wayfare," Thalia tells Ziyad with a laugh. "Dionos dream well for you all." With that, she gives a brisk nod before she starts off down the dusky street.
You walk south, with a brisk stride and a steady thump of your staff.