Night had fallen-- the tiniest rays of moonlight filtered through roughly drawn curtains, exposing the ever-falling particles of dust that signified an almost unused room. A heavily scarred hand reached out to slide the curtains to the side just so, its owner’s ocean eyes gazing out across the property in restlessness.
Nicnevin had gotten little rest since their group’s reunion-- her head throbbed terribly and the blackness on the left side of her face had become a source of worry. She could not settle, no matter how hard she tried-- especially upon hearing a soft, wind chime voice from outside. As she peered out onto the quiet lands, she was able to see a companion of hers, sitting atop her wyvern companion in a thicket of trees and brush. She appeared to be speaking to him, holding a vaguely rectangular object. … was she reading to him? Only small murmurs could be heard from so far away, but it was intriguing enough that the other young woman was still awake at that hour.
Making her way down the elaborate stairway in their Tiefling host’s home, she flitted quietly across the foyer and slipped outside into the night, hoping no one else had their eyes on her. As she approached her companion from the shadows of the large estate, she held a hand up in quiet greeting.
“I’m surprised you’re still up.”
