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Miss Evelyn Heraea Gray had a trying day; bills to write, bills to pay. Although her recent exertion was more costly than she'd like, she knew she had the money and wanted to front the bills and be done with it. It was times like these, as she was handing off the money to some sell-servant, if every land in Le'reanna were like this one. She paused to consider why she was even here- a foreign woman, too pale of skin and hair that she stuck out like a sore thumb.
Stepping out onto her balcony, she found herself clutching onto the black sheer shawl that had been dangling uselessly at her arms for hours. Now it proved useful, and she hugged it tigther as she stepped out towards the railing. Her eyes searched upwards, towards the sea of stars that sparkled over the desert. There was such beauty in the world that she knew if she had ever considered leaving Essyrn, she'd truly miss sights such as this.
All things considered, she supposed she was better off here than in the nonsensical civil war bloodying the landscape of Connlaoth. Her family talked so vehemently about it she could only feel the same. Truth be told, she knew nothing about Connlaoth outside of her parent's stories, and though she wondered about her 'home land', she wondered if her, or any of her children (supposing she considered such a venture), would they desire to return north when the war was through?
The war will never end, or so her father claimed. He would know best. He had been in the army, and all his father's before him. And they had all fought for the same thing. She had to wonder what that was like. Tiring.
She stifled a yawn. Tiring... yes... she supposed bills weren't the worst she could do. Idly, she let her eyes linger across the horizon. Everything was so dark and quiet. Her home, though modest, was no where as grand as the one she lived in in the city of Essyrn, however, it was a newer home on the less desirable section. It was at least more secluded, even if it bordered more wild lands than tame.
Sometimes she preferred the rustling of reeds at night to the jerky guffaws at night echoing in the big city. Yes, it was certainly a lot more dangerous, but her lot- she decided, was quite pretty. She paused a moment to stare down at her lands, the majority making up a long see of flowing reeds that eventually tapered into swamp lands before the Niafi river devoured them. In the flood season, her home was all but surrounded in waters. But she remained in the city of Essyrn itself at those times.
And she knew the dry season was coming to an end. The Niafi already seemed to be swelling, an with it a change of winds.
She moved away from this balcony and returned inside her home, picking up the candle from her study and moving out into the hall. She was to retire for the evening, but something out of place in her parlor had her entering it and setting it right. She knew her new hired servant was supposed to clean this room of her wine glasses from earlier, but there they were, still lined up against the window.
Sighing, she made her way over to them, but something else caught her attention-
something outside. She couldn't quite make out what it was. The candle limited her night vision. So she took the snuffer and cupped it over the flame. White limbs of smoke curled out from beneath it as she leaned forward, trying to see what it was out on this side of the desert.
Not many traveled through this side of the desert- there was, after all, not much between here and the plains further north. But as her eyes adjusted, she could have sworn she saw a man.
