The sky is grey and murky, with nothing to see but clouds, if thatās what they even are. Heās been there for a while now, waiting. The fear of death keeps him stable, but the longing forces him to shift ever so slightly on occasion.
āHey, are you okay? Do you know whatās happening around here?ā
A womanās voice pulls him from his daze. It isnāt her, but he almost recognizes it. He only turns enough to glance, and his eyes fall on a woman heās seen before. Memories of a social function flash in his mind: high profile people, a few lucky guests, an out of place Ura missionary, and a voice. She, this woman with striking crimson hair, is the voice. One of her songs, a ballad of some sort, gave him the courage to ask for a dance. The curious woman with whom he would dance, would become his reason for considering the abyss: she was to be his bride but this, whatever this was, took her from him. Death, it seemed, was still following him.
When he finally speaks, his Caelondian is crystal clear, not hinting at all to a childhood in the Terminals. āIāmā¦ alive.ā It isnāt a lie, but after a moment he shakes his head, remembers himself and what heās best at: talking.
āI cannot sat anything about what has transpired,ā Zulf says with a glance around. āYouāre the first Iāve seen who isnātā¦ā his voice trails off. He canāt say it or even describe it. They were ash, like the gods had played a cruel trick. Had only the pious been sparedā¦ or was this some other cursed machination?
It was obvious what he meanāt, only thing around here besides them. He doesnāt know whatās happened here either, much to her dismay. Possibly, that was the best for both of them though, but weāre getting off track. Red was relieved to find another person out here, unfortunately she doesnāt recognize him as much as he does her. Maybe, a name will get her memory going?
Multiple questions began building in her head, erased by the sound of rustling coming from somewhere. The noise causes her to become a little on edge, wanting to immediately continue someplace else. She talks a bit faster to get the conversation to an end, trying to move them to a safer place. Away from the noises she keeps hearing.Ā
āA-At least youāre alive, like you said. Maybe we should go somewhere else, perhaps the inside of a building. Weāll be safer there, and we can actually talk to each other.āĀ
The hanging gardens isnāt a place unfamiliar to her, but she doesnāt remember most of the places around here. Red does know of a tavern close by though, only reason was ācause of how often she had to meet the marshals there.
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