Steel Wolf had awoken in her room from what was a fitful sleep, and her body ached in every possible joint as a result. It was no fault of her bed, as it was as warm and comfortable as any she'd slept in at the establishment. More the fault of her mind tumbling a variety of things as she laid herself down.
She stretched herself before the frosted glass window of her room, then bent down to pick up her smallclothes. As she entered a state of slight modesty, a light knock was heard on her door, followed by a delicate, Lalafellian female's voice.
"Miss Hah....haayymer..steam weh..uhhm...Miss, I have a delivery for you."
Steel swung her door open, looking down at the servant girl before her. The Lalafell stood up on tiptoes, raising an envelope to the Roegadyn. When her eyes met the woman's body of underdress, her entire body seized up, her eyes shrinking and her mouth drawing into a tight line of stunned surprise.
It amused Steel greatly.
She knelt down and took the envelope from the servant's hand, then gave her some gil--a few extra added as tax paid for embarassing the poor woman. Sitting at the nearby desk, she opened the envelope and pulled out two different letters.
They apparently were penned by the same hand, though it'd be difficult to know that without seeing the writer's name mentioned on the second. The first had been scrawled by what appeared to be either a drunkard or someone attempting calligraphy by holding the pen in their mouth. The second was far more legible and concise, and so Steel focused her attention on that.
It was her mystery pen pal, Saachi. This one was far less upbeat than the initial correspondence...it read in a more reserved and lower tone, of someone apologetic, yet unapologetically bearing their soul. Catharsis and release was evident in every word as the writer laid out her concerns, hopes and fears.
It was touching...and in it Steel found a kindred spirit. A woman searching, who tried things headfirst, and who swallowed disappointment and failure bitterly and utterly into her heart.
Steel scrambled to find a fresh sheet of paper and a quill. This was beyond curiosity. This was a call for companionship. She was compelled to offer her shield, this time in an emotional sense.
Steel set the quill down and looked at the morning light bleeding through the inn's window. Â Suddenly, her aches seemed less. Â She looked towards her forge clothes hanging in the armoire nearby, and then to the mannequin holding her battle armor.
She stood up and readied the simple chain and plate garb. Â Today was a day that the field called louder than the forge.
She stretched herself before the frosted glass window of her room, then bent down to pick up her smallclothes. As she entered a state of slight modesty, a light knock was heard on her door, followed by a delicate, Lalafellian female's voice.
"Miss Hah....haayymer..steam weh..uhhm...Miss, I have a delivery for you."
Steel swung her door open, looking down at the servant girl before her. The Lalafell stood up on tiptoes, raising an envelope to the Roegadyn. When her eyes met the woman's body of underdress, her entire body seized up, her eyes shrinking and her mouth drawing into a tight line of stunned surprise.
It amused Steel greatly.
She knelt down and took the envelope from the servant's hand, then gave her some gil--a few extra added as tax paid for embarassing the poor woman. Sitting at the nearby desk, she opened the envelope and pulled out two different letters.
They apparently were penned by the same hand, though it'd be difficult to know that without seeing the writer's name mentioned on the second. The first had been scrawled by what appeared to be either a drunkard or someone attempting calligraphy by holding the pen in their mouth. The second was far more legible and concise, and so Steel focused her attention on that.
It was her mystery pen pal, Saachi. This one was far less upbeat than the initial correspondence...it read in a more reserved and lower tone, of someone apologetic, yet unapologetically bearing their soul. Catharsis and release was evident in every word as the writer laid out her concerns, hopes and fears.
It was touching...and in it Steel found a kindred spirit. A woman searching, who tried things headfirst, and who swallowed disappointment and failure bitterly and utterly into her heart.
Steel scrambled to find a fresh sheet of paper and a quill. This was beyond curiosity. This was a call for companionship. She was compelled to offer her shield, this time in an emotional sense.
Steel set the quill down and looked at the morning light bleeding through the inn's window. Â Suddenly, her aches seemed less. Â She looked towards her forge clothes hanging in the armoire nearby, and then to the mannequin holding her battle armor.
She stood up and readied the simple chain and plate garb. Â Today was a day that the field called louder than the forge.
