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H U R I YA
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F r e e d o m
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"Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
-Hans Christian Andersen
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When she left Blacktower, night had fallen thick once more over Regalia. She was sent off with no shove nor shout of harsh doings, but instead a polite farewell from a commander and a new bandage around her head. As she staggered off, her pockets jingled with new coin though it did not draw her attention away from the uncharacteristic lightness of her sides- sheaths empty and daggers once more gone along with her brand new finger knife which had been stolen by the Vigilants. She walked like a broken figure, head bowed and steps jumbled in an awkward shuffle. The young Qadir traveled through the Regalian park and paused to peer upwards into the trees, admiring the faint moonlight breaking through the thin blanket of leaves above.
It was here she paused, just nearing the bridge outside the park and the lantern light spilling over the tiles of the street. Her left hand twitches briefly with nerves before she lifted her hand and twisting her arm to stare at the black and red mark on the inside of her wrist. The 'T' stared back and waited for a reaction- only of which was the girl blinking back tears and continuing forward. As she kept up her slow pace, her feet eventually carried her to the gate of the Slums- still open and nothing seemed different from when she'd left the previous day. Still the night was noisy in its own subtle way unlike the silent streets of the main city.
There was the soft footfalls of scurrying rats across the damp ground.
Defiant barking of a mutt until someone shouted an Anglian word and if fell silent.
Loud circles of laughter came from the distance and perhaps she could hear someone running from another across the rooftops.
As the girl passed the canal, there was the ever familiar crashing of the dirty water within, muffling the sound of her unsteady footsteps until she passed the Emporium with a sigh. Excited shouts and glass breaking came from the Emporium as always and she ignored it- set on a destination. The girl scampered through the twisting back alleys and tripped once more twice, landing roughly on her front both occurrences so that, by the time she reached the place she'd been looking for, her palms were scratched up from the gravel and stones.
She stopped in a dark clearing, peering about with stinging eyes before shuffling forward towards the building straight ahead. It was a narrow thing with an open archway in that showed off the one room of the downstairs. The canopy above the arch snapped in the night winds above Azra's head that lifted loose strands of hair from her face. When she entered the little room, she went first for the sink of water, dunking her hands down to slurp water loudly- handful after handful until she suddenly lurched towards the exit of the house once more to vomit back up what she'd just drank into the bushes besides the house. She hacked coughs and breaths of air, leaning forward as she threatened to topple over, her head heavy on her shoulders and eyelids barely able to lift so she could see.
Rather than hesitate any longer, the Qadir entered the house once more like a noisy shadow, climbing up the steps with dragged feet until she reached the second and top floor which was one room just like the one below. Azra fell upon the bed as soon as she reached its side, ignoring the boy already there as she slipped into a darkness as soon as she touched the comfort of the quilts. She did not hear the annoyed groan of the other, nor him waking to suddenly shout her name with excitement.
"Azra!"
She did not acknowledge him wrapping her into his arms and holding her close, drifted away into a slumber. Aedarharon tucked her at his side, his chin against her forehead as he breathed in relief- the flames had not gotten her.
Not yet.
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{Sijn} {Eiqab}
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H U R I YA
- - -
F r e e d o m
- - -
"Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
-Hans Christian Andersen
* * *
When she left Blacktower, night had fallen thick once more over Regalia. She was sent off with no shove nor shout of harsh doings, but instead a polite farewell from a commander and a new bandage around her head. As she staggered off, her pockets jingled with new coin though it did not draw her attention away from the uncharacteristic lightness of her sides- sheaths empty and daggers once more gone along with her brand new finger knife which had been stolen by the Vigilants. She walked like a broken figure, head bowed and steps jumbled in an awkward shuffle. The young Qadir traveled through the Regalian park and paused to peer upwards into the trees, admiring the faint moonlight breaking through the thin blanket of leaves above.
It was here she paused, just nearing the bridge outside the park and the lantern light spilling over the tiles of the street. Her left hand twitches briefly with nerves before she lifted her hand and twisting her arm to stare at the black and red mark on the inside of her wrist. The 'T' stared back and waited for a reaction- only of which was the girl blinking back tears and continuing forward. As she kept up her slow pace, her feet eventually carried her to the gate of the Slums- still open and nothing seemed different from when she'd left the previous day. Still the night was noisy in its own subtle way unlike the silent streets of the main city.
There was the soft footfalls of scurrying rats across the damp ground.
Defiant barking of a mutt until someone shouted an Anglian word and if fell silent.
Loud circles of laughter came from the distance and perhaps she could hear someone running from another across the rooftops.
As the girl passed the canal, there was the ever familiar crashing of the dirty water within, muffling the sound of her unsteady footsteps until she passed the Emporium with a sigh. Excited shouts and glass breaking came from the Emporium as always and she ignored it- set on a destination. The girl scampered through the twisting back alleys and tripped once more twice, landing roughly on her front both occurrences so that, by the time she reached the place she'd been looking for, her palms were scratched up from the gravel and stones.
She stopped in a dark clearing, peering about with stinging eyes before shuffling forward towards the building straight ahead. It was a narrow thing with an open archway in that showed off the one room of the downstairs. The canopy above the arch snapped in the night winds above Azra's head that lifted loose strands of hair from her face. When she entered the little room, she went first for the sink of water, dunking her hands down to slurp water loudly- handful after handful until she suddenly lurched towards the exit of the house once more to vomit back up what she'd just drank into the bushes besides the house. She hacked coughs and breaths of air, leaning forward as she threatened to topple over, her head heavy on her shoulders and eyelids barely able to lift so she could see.
Rather than hesitate any longer, the Qadir entered the house once more like a noisy shadow, climbing up the steps with dragged feet until she reached the second and top floor which was one room just like the one below. Azra fell upon the bed as soon as she reached its side, ignoring the boy already there as she slipped into a darkness as soon as she touched the comfort of the quilts. She did not hear the annoyed groan of the other, nor him waking to suddenly shout her name with excitement.
"Azra!"
She did not acknowledge him wrapping her into his arms and holding her close, drifted away into a slumber. Aedarharon tucked her at his side, his chin against her forehead as he breathed in relief- the flames had not gotten her.
Not yet.
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{Sijn} {Eiqab}
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