Mala-Vaye squinted her eyes, standing at the entrance to the temple as she peered in. Rays of sunlight sifted through the obstacle that was her body and dust danced along the beams. She waved her hand and squirmed, holding in a cough. She couldn't make out a lot of things. Her eyes weren't that good. All she could tell was that it seemed to go a little deeper. Patting her breeches right pocket, she gave a smile at feeling of the tinderbox against her hand. There would have to be some place to light a fire in here. But for now, she'd just have to be careful on her feet. Something she had always been a natural at.
Softer than a cat on its paws, Mala-Vaye crept into the temple, her eyes never stopping in just one position. They darted around, looking for something she could light and also, keeping watch for some kind of distraction. The worst form they could come in were people.. As she got in further and the rectangle of light from the door started to become smaller and smaller, Mala-Vaye couldn't help but feel her excitement bubble. She could definitely feel the comfort. She was meant to be here! She could feel it!
Mala-Vaye then grinned, clenching her fist in triumph. Lanterns! Four in a row, to the left and right. Just as she was about to reach for the tinder box and get a better look at her temple, she blinked and turned around swiftly on her heels. She could make out an outline in the darkness of a corner, one which was moving slightly. Breathing. Mala-Vaye threw her eyes upwards along with her hands, letting them drop aimlessly and biting down on her tongue so that she would not give an exasperated sigh. Then her hand moved up slightly to her hip and her fingers curled around one of the many daggers that adorned her belt. In Zantaric, you saved questions for later..
The dagger was hurled at the figure at great speed. It wouldn't have hit it though. It would just hit the wall, near enough between their visage and their chest in order to startle them up. Mala-Vaye never hurt anyone, especially someone she didn't even know! That was what the rest of Zantaric would do. She, on the other hand, was slightly different.. Slightly being the key part of the phrase. As if nothing had happened, Mala-Vaye started to hum a cheerful tune and she made no effort to cover the sounds her heeled boots made on the stone floor. She pulled out her tinderbox and headed for the first lantern. She called over her shoulder as she fiddled with it, "You reek of terrible wine and no where in Zantaric does wine that bad other than that inn."
Her hands were fast, juggling the tinder from the box and fiddling with the lantern swiftly. Before even a minute had passed, a fire had been lite. She swiveled round and walked to the lantern opposite and repeated the quick process as she poke to the figure once more, "No one knows the name of that inn, ya know. We just call it That Inn or, The Inn With the Cursed Sign." Now there was enough light to illuminate most of the top of the room as well as Mala-Vaye's features. Her midnight blue hair always shimmered like water, even in candle light, and her yellow eyes would be glistening in amusement. She continued the tale as she lite the second pair of lanterns.
"Every time they put a new sign up, see, something always 'appens to it. Gets smashed, gets stolen. Anything can 'appen to it in a place like this. I came close to seeing what it was supposed to be called once, when I first came here. But, minute I set ma eyes on it, it got busted see. Fell right off it's bearings before it was secure. That's one of the funny thing about Zantaric. A lot of things be fallin' off their bearings before their secure, if you know what I mean."
Shaking the tinder and then snapping her fingers so that it would fall to the ground, Mala-Vaye put the tinderbox back into her pocket and then slipped a dagger from her pocket. This would be enough light for now. She twirled the dagger in her hands playfully, a grin coming over her lips.
"Things aren't secure in Zantaric. Things 'ang around and try and get comfy, but unless they've got the right 'ead, they all lose their bearin's sooner or later... But a temple sure is a strange place to fall."