#lys andora - ch. 1

[maiasalfi]

Generally speaking, Maia liked people. To listen to someone's experiences, to know their life plans, funny anecdotes and sad stories, she enjoyed all of that. She always felt lonely whenever she had no one to hang around, and it was lucky that she wasn't sent to this world alone– though her twin might beg to differ, the little shit.

By all means, such a personality should translate into being good at working with people. Should. Alas.

"Sweetheart." There was no endearment in the term, which came out forced and impatient. "I'm on a time limit here, please try to hurry, will ya?" Maia lowered her voice to a menacing whisper. "If this damn ethereum gets to St. Vladimir's only an hour late, I am not sticking out my neck for you."

The threat seem to have very little effect on the merchant, who went on in the same pace as before, and Maia was read to throw some more words at them when a blur of black and golden yellow nearly bumped into her. After narrowly avoiding the collision, she glared at the confused-looking stranger, feeling less than cordial. "Holy– watch it, Goldilocks!"

When: 08.09.22//Late afternoon Where: Trading Post Who: Open [Availability 0/3]

Lys felt as though they’d been circling this portion of the city for ages, realistically, it had probably only been an hour. Though they weren’t entirely sure what they were looking for either. It would have made the entire trip easier if they could have simply walked up to someone and asked. Even though, if they did have any ideas it’s not as though they really had the money to afford it. But none of that really mattered because Lys was sure when he saw it, he’d know. Surely they’d know, it would speak to them. Or call to them. “Or..something…” He muttered to himself as slid past a couple who had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.