Leech
Sevu was growing restless.
Lianna, for all its dank alleys and unassuming drunkards, was a bit confining for the girl. As much as she appreciated the low hanging fruit (otherwise known as people) now at her expense, these streets weren't exactly scrubbed clean of bad memories. Before Alicia's intervention, Cain had come within inches of her life roaming these very lanes. That wasn't an easy thing to forget. Dignity was a new, strange concept to her; but now that she had a taste of it there was absolutely no going back. She may not have been entirely human, but that didn't mean she couldn't share in their imaginary principles.
With her hood drawn and eyes veiled under darkened lenses the girl blankly regarded a store front, skimming over the displayed goods with scrutiny. After a moment she fished out some credits from her cloak and set them rattling on the counter. The shopkeeper looked at her strangely, brow raised in anticipation for her to voice a request which never came. Instead, she raised a finger, pointing out a rack of spices and herbs to his left. From them, she selected a few bottles, turned, and left without saying a word. It was a short, efficient exchange. Most people seemed to have a compulsory need to fluff out every interaction with chit chat. It was something Cain simply didn't understand and didn't particularly care to.
All she was interested in at the moment was making a bowl of soup. It was something she'd observed street vendors do a thousand times over. A remarkably ordinary, human thing. Until Alicia demanded her services, she was more or less trapped here. Circling her cage like a tiger.
She figured she might as well pick up some hobbies in the meantime.
Solan Charr
Lianna, for all its dank alleys and unassuming drunkards, was a bit confining for the girl. As much as she appreciated the low hanging fruit (otherwise known as people) now at her expense, these streets weren't exactly scrubbed clean of bad memories. Before Alicia's intervention, Cain had come within inches of her life roaming these very lanes. That wasn't an easy thing to forget. Dignity was a new, strange concept to her; but now that she had a taste of it there was absolutely no going back. She may not have been entirely human, but that didn't mean she couldn't share in their imaginary principles.
With her hood drawn and eyes veiled under darkened lenses the girl blankly regarded a store front, skimming over the displayed goods with scrutiny. After a moment she fished out some credits from her cloak and set them rattling on the counter. The shopkeeper looked at her strangely, brow raised in anticipation for her to voice a request which never came. Instead, she raised a finger, pointing out a rack of spices and herbs to his left. From them, she selected a few bottles, turned, and left without saying a word. It was a short, efficient exchange. Most people seemed to have a compulsory need to fluff out every interaction with chit chat. It was something Cain simply didn't understand and didn't particularly care to.
All she was interested in at the moment was making a bowl of soup. It was something she'd observed street vendors do a thousand times over. A remarkably ordinary, human thing. Until Alicia demanded her services, she was more or less trapped here. Circling her cage like a tiger.
She figured she might as well pick up some hobbies in the meantime.
Solan Charr