Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 16:31:45 GMT -5
Aerynn sat alone at an table, a steaming cup of coffee set before her. The tournament was over, finished and done with. The aegyl had only made it to the second round. She supposed that was fine, after all, one of her goals was to determine her placement amongst the worldly warriors, and she had done just that. She had succeeded in that regard.
Still, there was an unsettling sensation that put an itch between her shoulder blades, making her skin crawl and giving her an intolerable bout of restlessness. She knew she could have gone further had circumstances been different. If the arena did not change, and if Blackout did not have those guns.
Her wings twitched in memory of how he had incapacitated her so easily. Even now they were still wrapped in bandages, bound to restrict usage. Aerynn had not lingered long in the infirmary. Though they promised they could make her right as rain if given a few day, Aerynn would have none of it. She had already been cooped up in an infirmary bed after her first round. Now that she was no longer fighting, there was no reason for Aerynn to stay.
Her journal lay open, the pen in her hand tapping the page. She needed to write but she couldn't, and she didn't know why. It was true that sometimes it was hard to get her thoughts down on paper, but never had Aerynn struggled this much before. It was as though her loss, something that simply didn't matter at the end of it all, had set up a mental block she could not put past. She looked at the page, reading for the hundredth time the only two words she had been able to get down: I lost.
Closing the journal, Aerynn abandoned the task with the intent to make another attempt later. The mug was warm in her hand as she picked it up, the coffee hot and dark and bitter. At least she could still enjoy some pleasures.
It was fortunate she had found this coffeehouse, away from the Coliseum and prying eyes of the common folk. Though her wings were swathed in cloth, it was still apparent what they were, and her reputation as the harpy was beginning to wear on her nerves. She heard the business was run by a goddess named Ersa, though Aerynn knew little more than that. All she knew was that it was relatively empty, and Aerynn could enjoy her coffee in peace.
And so, sitting at an empty table in the back corner of a coffee shop called The Brewpoint, Aerynn did just that.
@namine
@aqua
Still, there was an unsettling sensation that put an itch between her shoulder blades, making her skin crawl and giving her an intolerable bout of restlessness. She knew she could have gone further had circumstances been different. If the arena did not change, and if Blackout did not have those guns.
Her wings twitched in memory of how he had incapacitated her so easily. Even now they were still wrapped in bandages, bound to restrict usage. Aerynn had not lingered long in the infirmary. Though they promised they could make her right as rain if given a few day, Aerynn would have none of it. She had already been cooped up in an infirmary bed after her first round. Now that she was no longer fighting, there was no reason for Aerynn to stay.
Her journal lay open, the pen in her hand tapping the page. She needed to write but she couldn't, and she didn't know why. It was true that sometimes it was hard to get her thoughts down on paper, but never had Aerynn struggled this much before. It was as though her loss, something that simply didn't matter at the end of it all, had set up a mental block she could not put past. She looked at the page, reading for the hundredth time the only two words she had been able to get down: I lost.
Closing the journal, Aerynn abandoned the task with the intent to make another attempt later. The mug was warm in her hand as she picked it up, the coffee hot and dark and bitter. At least she could still enjoy some pleasures.
It was fortunate she had found this coffeehouse, away from the Coliseum and prying eyes of the common folk. Though her wings were swathed in cloth, it was still apparent what they were, and her reputation as the harpy was beginning to wear on her nerves. She heard the business was run by a goddess named Ersa, though Aerynn knew little more than that. All she knew was that it was relatively empty, and Aerynn could enjoy her coffee in peace.
And so, sitting at an empty table in the back corner of a coffee shop called The Brewpoint, Aerynn did just that.
@namine
@aqua
