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The Start Of All Things 11Scripsi was waiting outside of the tavern when Night arrived. Night did not think it was open, as the windows around the door were dark and it seemed in a bad shape. Scripsi told him that it was and headed in. Night was happy to see it empty save them as he followed Scripsi in.
Nargo was nowhere to be seen as they sat at the bar. Swills was moving about though. She took two mugs into the back. Scripsi called over to her. She made her way to the bar and asked what they wanted. “You know those drinks that Nargo made the last time I was here?” asked Scripsi. “I was wondering if I could get two of those”
Swills told him that she did not know what they had gotten. But if it was what Istina normally ordered she could make that. Scripsi said that would be great as she got to work.
As she was mixing the drinks, Scripsi noticed that Night seemed absent. Smiling to himself against the usual indifference he had towards taverns. This concerned Scripsi, so he asked Night wha
The Start Of All Things 10Scripisi headed through town, trying as hard as he could to find sand. The shop he ended up at was surprisingly small. Even smaller than the supply room the academy had. It was barely as large as the back room in Istina’s restoration studio. He had to squeeze to get in through the small door and began searching for the drying sand he had been sent to get.
After a fruitless experience looking for the sand amongst quills and inkpots, Scripsi made his way to the exit of the store. He hated that he failed at doing something so simple. As he did he bumped into a person carrying a bundle of scrolls. The man dropped the scrolls, revealing his face. Night sighed as he gathered them back up.
“Trying to remake a tree from the parchment it was turned into” joked Scripsi as he helped Night gather the scrolls. Night restacked the pile and told him no. He then asked what Scripsi was up to. Scripsi told him that he was told to buy some sand to help the ink on the portraits dry faste
The Start Of All Things 9The next day Scripsi was abruptly waken by someone knocking on his door. He stumbled out in a daze. Throbbing sensations began in his head. A horrible feeling in his gut took his attention away from that as well. When he finally reached the door, Istina was at it. She handed him a glass of blue liquid. Without question he drank it. The leaping sensation in his gut died down. With that settled he asked what Istina wanted.
She handed him a set of old paint brushes. They had thin tips. Mysterious hair that had not come from a runner sat perfectly clean on the worn and paint stained body. It was very fine, much nicer than anything he ever had before, especially on brushes that seem well used. He thanked her for them. She then preceded to hand him a painting. He began taking them into the room, but stopped when he noticed Istina looking at him strangely, he set it down.
He looked down at it and asked why it looked so bad. Istina told him that was what they all looked like when they got brou
The Start Of All Things 8Scripsi was having a far better day. Istina let him have the day off to unpack his things and look around the town. He had gotten lost multiple times over, but eventually gained his sense of direction for the town.
When he finally returned to the shop Istina ran, she was closing it. He started to head to his room. Istina stopped him however. She told him that she was going out for a drink and did not like to drink alone. Scripsi told her that he would love to go, but the bar he had gone to refused to serve him.
Istina told him that he had gone to the wrong bar then. She finished closing the shop and led Scripsi towards the south end of the town. There she showed him to a small bar located almost completely out of sight.
Inside the bar there were only two other people that were drinking. Scripsi happily went up to the bar. Istina did not mind sitting there and went over next to him.
A strong built women of Scripsi’s age rushed past them and over to the two other people. She set do
The Start Of All Things 7Night only got a sparse amount of sleep before being woken by a loud knocking. He turned over and tried to ignore it. Nothing could be worth waking him from sleeping now. The bed at the inn he had stayed at was not nearly as nice as the one he was on now. So he wanted to sleep more.
The knocking persisted, louder and more rapidly. At this point he also heard a pecking at his window. He sighed and pushed it open with a spell. Without hesitation Poe flew in and pecked Night’s head. He reminded him that he was not a door knocker. Night smiled and told him “of course you are not, you’re too light to make any amount of noise”
Night made his way down the stairs. He hated whoever was outside. He just got into town. Who could already need to talk to him? And why was it he had to deal with it. His master owned the shop that was on the lower floor. So Night headed down the stairs and told the man at the door that the shop was not open, and it would be closed until the sho
The Start Of All Things 6Night and Scripsi were abruptly woken by the coach driver banging on the door. They rounded up their things as he yelled for them to hurry. Scripsi tried to get Cyrus up, but he wanted to stay asleep. And thus was unwilling to move. So Scripsi wrapped him in the blanket he was on and used the bundled blanket to carry him.
Poe landed on Night’s shoulder as he exited the inn and entered the coach. Scripsi followed shortly after. The driver finished hitching the horses and started off.
It took about the half the day for them to reach the city of Reverb. The coach driver was quick to get rid of them as near mid-day Poe and Cyrus started fighting and he could not stand them yelling at one another. Especially with the weird lisp that that Cyrus put on c’s. He was almost driven to throwing them out when they reached the town.
Once there Night immediately went to find where he was apprenticing. He wanted to see just how bad it would be. So he wandered about with his things trying t
The Start Of All Things 5“Hurry up your over glossed plume!” yelled Night as he threw his bag into the coach he and Scripsi had hired. Poe flew down and landed on top of the coach and asked if they really had to leave. Night told him yes and went into the coach now that everything was set.
“Is the ever judging Poe not inside here because he is afraid of a little kitty like Cyrus?” joked Scripsi. Night laughed and called Poe to come in. Poe, also hearing the mockery, flew in and spat at Cyrus. The two began to fight, but Night and Scripsi were quick to put an end to it.
The coach driver turned to them and said “If those beasts do any damage to my coach, you two are walking. Understood?” Scripsi and Night nodded. The coach ride alone would be about two days of noncontinues travel. Going on foot would be far worse. So Night leaned to Poe and told him to behave. Scripsi simply went about gently stroking Cyrus’ back.
They sat like that for a time before Poe got restless and
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