Fever Dream?
Searing 89, 122nd Year, A.o.S.
Kayleigh had it rough ever since she'd arrived within the Imperium, denouncing herself from her own family before moving within the Northside alone. One would think that a family was supposed to stay together in times like this, but after everything she'd seen, well, the girl just didn't have the heart to stick around her own mother anymore.
Which was fine. Even her older sister had done the same, though, for whatever reason they both wanted to live in the Southside. Probably to bear some close semblance to their previous lives in Zaichaer, even though nothing much likely remained of the Wintoic fortune at this point. Not that it mattered to Kayleigh anyway, she wanted no part in her family's affairs now that she had her own place. Her wave hair bobbed in the breeze as she walked on the street it was located now, her prior appointment to yet another meeting left her vaguely with the interpretation that she might hear from them later.
Honestly, she'd thought she'd chosen appropriate attire for the interview, a sharp dress of Imperial fashion where the white color was patterned with squares of teal. Ever since what happened within Wintergarten Circle, she couldn't help but notice how Gel'Grandal was treating outsiders lately. The refugee exhaled a weary sigh as she reached her front door, the loose strap pulled back over the shoulder when she reached into her satchel for the front door key. She had to jiggle the lock a couple of times before it finally turned with the twist of the key, and allowed her to enter the safety of her new home once she popped the front door open.
At last, she could kick off these uncomfortable shoes! When she slipped the heels off her feet the tile beneath them felt cool, compared to the warm temperatures outside, and the bookworm quickly moved to her bedroom door to get a change of clothes. She wanted to be out of this dress and into something else comfortable, likely going to pop open the next chapter of the book she had been reading. Kayleigh had been intending to research things about Gel'Grandal and its customs, only, her life had dramatically grown busy ever since her arrival; so it all boiled down to a bit of management in her personal schedule.
Once things were settled and she had a source of income here, she would be more than fine or so she told herself. When she went for her dresser drawer, she pulled the first one to retrieve a few articles of clothing, then the second drawer for a few more. If there was one thing she'd come to appreciate here, it was that the Imperium had far better showers than Zaichaer ever would. When she closed her dresser, however, and carried her clothes toward her bathroom, Kayleigh noticed that something had been different about the door.
She stopped. Eyed the structure for its obvious change in quality. As shoddy of a door, as it was before, Kayleigh remembered the lighter color in the wood before, whereas it was dark and certainly not up to date on locking mechanisms to boot. "What the?..." She placed her clothes down on the kitchen table for a moment, inspecting the difference with the door once more as though she had lost her mind. When did... Who did the change to her bathroom door?! The gall! The handle didn't even twist on this damn thing because it was that old! Had someone pranked her?!
Kayleigh reluctantly reached for the handle to give it a grip, so far nothing out of the ordinary occurred other than holding the door. But when she opened it? A room that clearly wasn't her bathroom awaited on the other side, and Kayleigh's heart leaped in her chest as she briefly shut the door with a few steps taken back. "What the hell??" She asked herself with wide eyes upon the door, as she noticed the smell of salt in the air now. Was this... magic? Her heart drummed in her chest now as she nearly froze, her thoughts spent on figuring out where exactly it had come from. This wasn't just a prank but a magic prank now?
Curiosity flared in her mind, and she reluctantly approached the door again, opening it again to greet the smell of the ocean from the other side. Of all the times she only wanted to undress, wash, and unwind with a good book; she had found a magical door in her own fucking bathroom apartment. When she crossed the threshold and the door shut behind her, she realized she was in a different room with dismal lighting, to say the least. She had never been to the sea by any means, merely read about it, but somehow she was convinced she'd literally walked within some kind of fever dream.
A table with two chairs was centered within the room, as somebody looked to have been seated in waiting for her. "H... hello?" She greeted apprehensively as her bare feet walked across wooden planks now, her eyes briefly taking in the room once more before she looked at the man specifically. Pointed ears suggested him an elf and the tattoos, clearly, a ruffian or perhaps just a sailor, either way, the sound of his voice made him seem foreign and exotic. "Kayleigh." She responded when asked, still, a little overwhelmed by what she had seen.
Then the man grinned at her and insisted on being surprised, garnering a raise of her eyebrow as the lady couldn't help but briefly chuckle. "I'm sorry, what?" Surprise? What on Ailizane was she going to do that would surprise him?! She was the one that had been shocked by all this, hell, she was still half convinced that this were only a dream by this point. "I don't think I understand. Could you... tell me what's going on?"
Which was fine. Even her older sister had done the same, though, for whatever reason they both wanted to live in the Southside. Probably to bear some close semblance to their previous lives in Zaichaer, even though nothing much likely remained of the Wintoic fortune at this point. Not that it mattered to Kayleigh anyway, she wanted no part in her family's affairs now that she had her own place. Her wave hair bobbed in the breeze as she walked on the street it was located now, her prior appointment to yet another meeting left her vaguely with the interpretation that she might hear from them later.
Honestly, she'd thought she'd chosen appropriate attire for the interview, a sharp dress of Imperial fashion where the white color was patterned with squares of teal. Ever since what happened within Wintergarten Circle, she couldn't help but notice how Gel'Grandal was treating outsiders lately. The refugee exhaled a weary sigh as she reached her front door, the loose strap pulled back over the shoulder when she reached into her satchel for the front door key. She had to jiggle the lock a couple of times before it finally turned with the twist of the key, and allowed her to enter the safety of her new home once she popped the front door open.
At last, she could kick off these uncomfortable shoes! When she slipped the heels off her feet the tile beneath them felt cool, compared to the warm temperatures outside, and the bookworm quickly moved to her bedroom door to get a change of clothes. She wanted to be out of this dress and into something else comfortable, likely going to pop open the next chapter of the book she had been reading. Kayleigh had been intending to research things about Gel'Grandal and its customs, only, her life had dramatically grown busy ever since her arrival; so it all boiled down to a bit of management in her personal schedule.
Once things were settled and she had a source of income here, she would be more than fine or so she told herself. When she went for her dresser drawer, she pulled the first one to retrieve a few articles of clothing, then the second drawer for a few more. If there was one thing she'd come to appreciate here, it was that the Imperium had far better showers than Zaichaer ever would. When she closed her dresser, however, and carried her clothes toward her bathroom, Kayleigh noticed that something had been different about the door.
She stopped. Eyed the structure for its obvious change in quality. As shoddy of a door, as it was before, Kayleigh remembered the lighter color in the wood before, whereas it was dark and certainly not up to date on locking mechanisms to boot. "What the?..." She placed her clothes down on the kitchen table for a moment, inspecting the difference with the door once more as though she had lost her mind. When did... Who did the change to her bathroom door?! The gall! The handle didn't even twist on this damn thing because it was that old! Had someone pranked her?!
Kayleigh reluctantly reached for the handle to give it a grip, so far nothing out of the ordinary occurred other than holding the door. But when she opened it? A room that clearly wasn't her bathroom awaited on the other side, and Kayleigh's heart leaped in her chest as she briefly shut the door with a few steps taken back. "What the hell??" She asked herself with wide eyes upon the door, as she noticed the smell of salt in the air now. Was this... magic? Her heart drummed in her chest now as she nearly froze, her thoughts spent on figuring out where exactly it had come from. This wasn't just a prank but a magic prank now?
Curiosity flared in her mind, and she reluctantly approached the door again, opening it again to greet the smell of the ocean from the other side. Of all the times she only wanted to undress, wash, and unwind with a good book; she had found a magical door in her own fucking bathroom apartment. When she crossed the threshold and the door shut behind her, she realized she was in a different room with dismal lighting, to say the least. She had never been to the sea by any means, merely read about it, but somehow she was convinced she'd literally walked within some kind of fever dream.
A table with two chairs was centered within the room, as somebody looked to have been seated in waiting for her. "H... hello?" She greeted apprehensively as her bare feet walked across wooden planks now, her eyes briefly taking in the room once more before she looked at the man specifically. Pointed ears suggested him an elf and the tattoos, clearly, a ruffian or perhaps just a sailor, either way, the sound of his voice made him seem foreign and exotic. "Kayleigh." She responded when asked, still, a little overwhelmed by what she had seen.
Then the man grinned at her and insisted on being surprised, garnering a raise of her eyebrow as the lady couldn't help but briefly chuckle. "I'm sorry, what?" Surprise? What on Ailizane was she going to do that would surprise him?! She was the one that had been shocked by all this, hell, she was still half convinced that this were only a dream by this point. "I don't think I understand. Could you... tell me what's going on?"
"Dialogue" Thought
"Common" "Kathalan"
"Common" "Kathalan"
"Keep your hopes up high, and your head down low."