Bonaar on the table, he sipped from his mug, it tasted rather terrible, of course any traditional ale wouldn't taste like a wine or a cider, but it was a little too bitter. However, he was too humble and complain, he downed it, his head shook violently as the dose of bitter alcohol entered his body. He got a few stares, yes, as he expected. His gaze almost went blurry to the entire tavern, it was busy today, too busy, and Bonaar was in no way a person for crowds. His fingers tapped impatiently, he's been waiting for her for two hours, what's taking her? He went over his head to review why he was here, a sort of way to encourage himself to stay a little more longer. He remembered his friend, Paarthu, telling of a lady that he found more than attractive, Paarthu himself being already married, decided to set them up, despite the damsel being a complete stranger, surprisingly accepted this.
The fire in the tavern almost died as the staff forgot to fuel it, the gusty wind of winter making his hair stale, as he seemed to look like a hedgehog with dirt blonde bristles, which were more white from being bleached from working in the violent sun before the deathly gusts of ice wind overtaken what heat there was. The fire took another ten minutes to make ablaze, and yet another ten to warm the tavern. The tavern grew so cold Bonaar almost wished death upon himself, for he was stupid enough to pick up his cheapest coat. The table seemed lonely as three mugs were before him, if this girl wouldn't show up, at least he had fun drinking with a deathling, who seemed pretty friendly aside from his pure sarcasm that bled the ears of any query of dark humor.
Bonaar's eyes drooped, as the room to him seemed to go black, as in a valiant attempt to keep himself awake he opened his eyes, before he knew a woman dressed in blue with brunet hair was before him, a smirk and a look that could only read as pure astonishment and humor. Bonaar fell down from his seat being jumped by this damsel, as his head hit the floor he could feel everything numb for a few seconds, as his senses came back he groaned as he used the table for support, the table screaming as it creaked under his pressure. The woman in blue opened her mouth, as words, that almost bewildered Bonaar, being very young sounding, but had elegance, "Are you alright?" Bonaar gasped what air escaped him from the fall, chuckling, coming out as a wheeze instead, drew another breath, and spoke.
"I mean, hit my head really hard, it hurt, but yes.." he smiled, the woman's expression changed to an inquisitive expression faster than Bonaar can blink.
"Are you Bonaar? A man earlier yesterday told me you would be here, about this afternoon." Bonaar suddenly brought his palm to his face, he was ashamed of how stupid he was. He misheard Paarthu and thought he said noon, not afternoon. He smiled, brighter now since he regained his stance and got control of his body again.
"I indeed am- say. I never got your name, Paarthu was stupid enough to not tell me your name." The woman replied.
"I'm Mally- so Paarthu was his name, he just saw me and said if I would like to meet someone, I said yes, and here we are."
"Want me to get you a drink?" Bonaar blurted. Mally shook her head.
"No no, I got a drink with me, the drinks here make me ill for some reason." Bonaar replied.
"Oh, might save me some coin, by sharing some?" Mally furrowed her brows.
"I'm sorry, but I'm rather uncomfortable sharing drinks with strangers, there's a lot of people with illnesses, don't want to get myself sick." Mally shook her hands a little defensively, "Not saying you are sick, you look very nice." Mally huffed as she took the bottle, rather small might I add, and poured, what it seemed, wine in it, it smelled like wine, and definitely had some power to it.
Bonaar said, "You love wine aswell? I drink it a lot, I would drink it a lot if I had that kind of money- say, that's a strong smell, it smells like- a citrus crossed with, erm, copper?" Mally shook her head, waving her right hand in a fan motion, her fingers splayed in a wave pattern.
"Yes, the copper smell, is beyond me, the citrus goes well with the grape, it is very expensive, I only drink it on occasion, once a month, if I do it in between a span of a day or two, I go, let's say not a fun time." Bonaar let out a laugh.
"Light drinker?" Mally nodded, as she laughed along, holding her mouth closed as she let out a snort instead of what she thought was manner-like laughter. Bonaar seeing she could only make body language through her laughter said, "This tavern is rather busy, and is getting busier by the hour, mind taking a walk? You seem very nice and it would be a shame if the night ended." Mally replied.
"Of course, that would be lovely." she seemed to have a sense about her voice as if it were relief, or this was the words she wanted to hear.
Bonaar almost threw his seat to the ground as his legs kicked up from where he sat, his teeth gritting as he gently moved it in front of him. He offered a hand to the damsel, and gestured outside. He took Mally by the hand and walked out, suddenly the overpowering cold that he forgot about surged through him, he could almost feel the slippery frost stiffening his bones and muscles, he didn't want to ruin this chance because of mortal needs, however Mally seemed absolutely unmoved by it, he brushed this off thinking she was a northern ailor, or seeing by her life style that was a really warm coat. The two walked down the corner stairs, the Queen guard where they always are, of course they were different each time, "Like rabbits" he thought, which pertained to how many of these demons are in Regalia.
The two ailor were pretty quiet, taking in the scenery, which to be frank the two saw from a mere day to day basis, which they never seemed to take in the splendor what snow can do to a city. The frosty weather seemed to weaken on Bonaar as his body seemed to adjust, and the amount of moving seemed to warm himself up. Bonaar stuck up small talk from time to time, like, how long have they lived in Regalia, parents, favorite colors, and a few other small details. The two stopped under a tree that was yet to die to the cold, the leaves were brown and crinkly, but their stems held on, as if they wanted to be the last to fall. It was a remote area, it was almost daunting that one single blaze was coming from a street light, that only gave way for little illumination. Mally spoke, which seemed forever since Bonaar heard the voice of the woman, "I really like you, despite us walking around in this, rather brisk night. It's about time we parted ways." Bonaar furrowed his brows.
"So soon? I mean, tomorrow would be an option?" Bonaar clearly didn't want her to leave, as sheer fear seemed to warm his body with adrenaline, this woman he was falling in love with. Mally smiled.
"Maybe... But I have something to give you." As she pressed herself up to him, her sky blue eyes deep into Bonaar's. Bonaar gasped a breath as a sharp pain entered his gut, it was unlike any pain he had in his life. He felt all warmness from his body leave him, as he felt he veins leaking what they held, Bonaar backpedaled, as he looked down, a dagger was inside his gut, from the telling of how deep it was, it pierced his lung. He coughed as blood painted the snow, he found that the handle of the dagger was found held by Mally, as he found she filled two vials of his blood. Bonaar found himself to the ground, as the world as he knew it went white.
Mally stood there, laughing hysterically, she was visibly insane, she left the body as is, she walked away without another thought, it could be heard echoed through the streets, "Twenty-two, Twenty-two, Twenty-two." as it faded, as she neared to the end of the street.
Later that day the body was found, they found no evidence of who the murderer was. This was before the Winter Festival, of the Winter of 301 A.C., the man was mourned every festival of the season, by his family and friends.
The fire in the tavern almost died as the staff forgot to fuel it, the gusty wind of winter making his hair stale, as he seemed to look like a hedgehog with dirt blonde bristles, which were more white from being bleached from working in the violent sun before the deathly gusts of ice wind overtaken what heat there was. The fire took another ten minutes to make ablaze, and yet another ten to warm the tavern. The tavern grew so cold Bonaar almost wished death upon himself, for he was stupid enough to pick up his cheapest coat. The table seemed lonely as three mugs were before him, if this girl wouldn't show up, at least he had fun drinking with a deathling, who seemed pretty friendly aside from his pure sarcasm that bled the ears of any query of dark humor.
Bonaar's eyes drooped, as the room to him seemed to go black, as in a valiant attempt to keep himself awake he opened his eyes, before he knew a woman dressed in blue with brunet hair was before him, a smirk and a look that could only read as pure astonishment and humor. Bonaar fell down from his seat being jumped by this damsel, as his head hit the floor he could feel everything numb for a few seconds, as his senses came back he groaned as he used the table for support, the table screaming as it creaked under his pressure. The woman in blue opened her mouth, as words, that almost bewildered Bonaar, being very young sounding, but had elegance, "Are you alright?" Bonaar gasped what air escaped him from the fall, chuckling, coming out as a wheeze instead, drew another breath, and spoke.
"I mean, hit my head really hard, it hurt, but yes.." he smiled, the woman's expression changed to an inquisitive expression faster than Bonaar can blink.
"Are you Bonaar? A man earlier yesterday told me you would be here, about this afternoon." Bonaar suddenly brought his palm to his face, he was ashamed of how stupid he was. He misheard Paarthu and thought he said noon, not afternoon. He smiled, brighter now since he regained his stance and got control of his body again.
"I indeed am- say. I never got your name, Paarthu was stupid enough to not tell me your name." The woman replied.
"I'm Mally- so Paarthu was his name, he just saw me and said if I would like to meet someone, I said yes, and here we are."
"Want me to get you a drink?" Bonaar blurted. Mally shook her head.
"No no, I got a drink with me, the drinks here make me ill for some reason." Bonaar replied.
"Oh, might save me some coin, by sharing some?" Mally furrowed her brows.
"I'm sorry, but I'm rather uncomfortable sharing drinks with strangers, there's a lot of people with illnesses, don't want to get myself sick." Mally shook her hands a little defensively, "Not saying you are sick, you look very nice." Mally huffed as she took the bottle, rather small might I add, and poured, what it seemed, wine in it, it smelled like wine, and definitely had some power to it.
Bonaar said, "You love wine aswell? I drink it a lot, I would drink it a lot if I had that kind of money- say, that's a strong smell, it smells like- a citrus crossed with, erm, copper?" Mally shook her head, waving her right hand in a fan motion, her fingers splayed in a wave pattern.
"Yes, the copper smell, is beyond me, the citrus goes well with the grape, it is very expensive, I only drink it on occasion, once a month, if I do it in between a span of a day or two, I go, let's say not a fun time." Bonaar let out a laugh.
"Light drinker?" Mally nodded, as she laughed along, holding her mouth closed as she let out a snort instead of what she thought was manner-like laughter. Bonaar seeing she could only make body language through her laughter said, "This tavern is rather busy, and is getting busier by the hour, mind taking a walk? You seem very nice and it would be a shame if the night ended." Mally replied.
"Of course, that would be lovely." she seemed to have a sense about her voice as if it were relief, or this was the words she wanted to hear.
Bonaar almost threw his seat to the ground as his legs kicked up from where he sat, his teeth gritting as he gently moved it in front of him. He offered a hand to the damsel, and gestured outside. He took Mally by the hand and walked out, suddenly the overpowering cold that he forgot about surged through him, he could almost feel the slippery frost stiffening his bones and muscles, he didn't want to ruin this chance because of mortal needs, however Mally seemed absolutely unmoved by it, he brushed this off thinking she was a northern ailor, or seeing by her life style that was a really warm coat. The two walked down the corner stairs, the Queen guard where they always are, of course they were different each time, "Like rabbits" he thought, which pertained to how many of these demons are in Regalia.
The two ailor were pretty quiet, taking in the scenery, which to be frank the two saw from a mere day to day basis, which they never seemed to take in the splendor what snow can do to a city. The frosty weather seemed to weaken on Bonaar as his body seemed to adjust, and the amount of moving seemed to warm himself up. Bonaar stuck up small talk from time to time, like, how long have they lived in Regalia, parents, favorite colors, and a few other small details. The two stopped under a tree that was yet to die to the cold, the leaves were brown and crinkly, but their stems held on, as if they wanted to be the last to fall. It was a remote area, it was almost daunting that one single blaze was coming from a street light, that only gave way for little illumination. Mally spoke, which seemed forever since Bonaar heard the voice of the woman, "I really like you, despite us walking around in this, rather brisk night. It's about time we parted ways." Bonaar furrowed his brows.
"So soon? I mean, tomorrow would be an option?" Bonaar clearly didn't want her to leave, as sheer fear seemed to warm his body with adrenaline, this woman he was falling in love with. Mally smiled.
"Maybe... But I have something to give you." As she pressed herself up to him, her sky blue eyes deep into Bonaar's. Bonaar gasped a breath as a sharp pain entered his gut, it was unlike any pain he had in his life. He felt all warmness from his body leave him, as he felt he veins leaking what they held, Bonaar backpedaled, as he looked down, a dagger was inside his gut, from the telling of how deep it was, it pierced his lung. He coughed as blood painted the snow, he found that the handle of the dagger was found held by Mally, as he found she filled two vials of his blood. Bonaar found himself to the ground, as the world as he knew it went white.
Mally stood there, laughing hysterically, she was visibly insane, she left the body as is, she walked away without another thought, it could be heard echoed through the streets, "Twenty-two, Twenty-two, Twenty-two." as it faded, as she neared to the end of the street.
Later that day the body was found, they found no evidence of who the murderer was. This was before the Winter Festival, of the Winter of 301 A.C., the man was mourned every festival of the season, by his family and friends.
