46th of Frost, 120 AS
The sense had been in the back of Lyra's mind for days. A tugging, a season of something close that drew her attention. It shifted and moved, but it was like an invisible string always kept a part of Lyra's mind focused on it. The sensation had lead Lyra to crossing the city of Kalzasi several times over, the confusion of her new Companion until she had brought up an interesting little bit of information.
"Welcome to the Midden." Naila said, releasing her hold on the ladder and falling the last few feet to the ground, crouching to absorb the impact. The Midden, as it turned out, was an almost hidden portion of the city, a public secret of sorts that rested beneath the feet of good, law-abiding citizens. Needless to say, Lyra had been surprised to learn about its existence, though it did explain quite a bit about Fletcher and his relationship with Naila.
As she straightened Naila passed a hand over her face, her normal features disappearing to be replaced with a nondescript human face with brown hair and eyes. She glanced about them quickly, scanning alleyways of half-rotted wood and cloth before she started walking at a slow, measured pace. The Midden was like a world hidden underground, different from the Warrens, as it faded into parts of Kalzasi's sewer system. According to Naila parts of the place were rick and well kept like the surface, but most of what one found here was garbage. People included.
Only the desperate come here. Naila thought, the words passing to Lyra through their bond, Everyone here has a past they don't talk about, and they are looking for something usually.
I assume you are no different?
Naila smirked but quickly hid the gesture as a man dressed in rags passed her. I told you before I have a mission. I've spent a good bit of time here, looking for someone. That's how I met Fletcher.
Is that so? Lyra asked, curious.
If you want something, everyone knows to go visit the Dust to Dawn in the Low City. Fletcher has a reputation of getting his hands on rare ingredients, and other things.
It did not come as a surprise to Lyra that Fletcher held such a reputation. He seemed the sort to be tied up in the sort that would be in a place such as this. Through Naila's eyes, Lyra could see the world, observe it with interest as she gave gentle nudges to Naila in the direction. They followed that tugging sensation. Today, Lyra would finally figure out what was causing it.
The sense had been in the back of Lyra's mind for days. A tugging, a season of something close that drew her attention. It shifted and moved, but it was like an invisible string always kept a part of Lyra's mind focused on it. The sensation had lead Lyra to crossing the city of Kalzasi several times over, the confusion of her new Companion until she had brought up an interesting little bit of information.
"Welcome to the Midden." Naila said, releasing her hold on the ladder and falling the last few feet to the ground, crouching to absorb the impact. The Midden, as it turned out, was an almost hidden portion of the city, a public secret of sorts that rested beneath the feet of good, law-abiding citizens. Needless to say, Lyra had been surprised to learn about its existence, though it did explain quite a bit about Fletcher and his relationship with Naila.
As she straightened Naila passed a hand over her face, her normal features disappearing to be replaced with a nondescript human face with brown hair and eyes. She glanced about them quickly, scanning alleyways of half-rotted wood and cloth before she started walking at a slow, measured pace. The Midden was like a world hidden underground, different from the Warrens, as it faded into parts of Kalzasi's sewer system. According to Naila parts of the place were rick and well kept like the surface, but most of what one found here was garbage. People included.
Only the desperate come here. Naila thought, the words passing to Lyra through their bond, Everyone here has a past they don't talk about, and they are looking for something usually.
I assume you are no different?
Naila smirked but quickly hid the gesture as a man dressed in rags passed her. I told you before I have a mission. I've spent a good bit of time here, looking for someone. That's how I met Fletcher.
Is that so? Lyra asked, curious.
If you want something, everyone knows to go visit the Dust to Dawn in the Low City. Fletcher has a reputation of getting his hands on rare ingredients, and other things.
It did not come as a surprise to Lyra that Fletcher held such a reputation. He seemed the sort to be tied up in the sort that would be in a place such as this. Through Naila's eyes, Lyra could see the world, observe it with interest as she gave gentle nudges to Naila in the direction. They followed that tugging sensation. Today, Lyra would finally figure out what was causing it.
