Happinesses? What the actual happinesses? What the....
The short woman gave a small frustrated scream.
On her shoulder a small translucent dragon made a hissing noise. Laughing at her. She tried to swear at it, but the words that came out were just... random nonsense words in a dozen languages. The dragon hissed at her even more.
She growled, and at least that came out more or less as she intended. Mostly because her pronunciation was off.
She shook her head, glaring around. She was a Hawk, her first job was to observe. Not to swear her ocean wall head off.
Okay this not being able to even swear in her mind was streaming her the happinesses off.
But she finally got herself to look. Green perfect clipped grass like someone's ocean walled yard. Someone with too ocean walled much money. OCEAN WALL IT!
UGH!
Anyway, this kind of neat grass usually meant someone with money. And Kaylin Neya was rarely sent to talk to people with money. Barrani didn't count, they expected her to be an uncultured uncooth sloppy little urchin. But this didn't seem Barranian. The plants were carefully cultivated, too neat. None of the trees were chairs or homes while still being alive.
So where the happinesses was she? She spotted the two castles, and more random words in random languages that were meant to be swear words came out. She was used to the palace now, more or less. And the High Halls. And the Long Halls. And none of these... were those.
She shifted position to rest her hands on the hilts of her daggers. Just to discover they were missing.
Cue more random nonsense worlds being snarled into the world.
If someone didn't stop her, this might go on for a while.
As for those seeing her for the first time... She was odd to look at. Empty dagger sheathes on a belt cinched to additional holes punched into it. The belt was over a blue and grey tabard with two golden hawks on it - one picked out in thread, one picked out in beads. Under that was leather armor and a chain shirt, and at under all of that, a long sleeved linen shirt with buttons at the wrists. Her pants were leather and stained with what might have been dried blood. The stains on her boots... well dried blood might be the nicest of what was there.
Her clothing was all wrinkled and in need of a washing sometime in the general vicinity of soon. Or yesterday. She looked like a walking crease. Her hair was pulled up into a rough bun with a gnawed on stick shoved through it.
Sticking out from under her sleeve was what looked like a really expensive antique gold bracer. She wore two heavy gold rings. And there was what looked like a tattoo of a flower on her face - deadly nightshade.
All over she looked like a walking contradiction. A very short one.
Kaylin Neya | Chronicles of Elantra + CRAU | CW: All
Where the happinesses was she?!
Happinesses? What the actual happinesses? What the....
The short woman gave a small frustrated scream.
On her shoulder a small translucent dragon made a hissing noise. Laughing at her. She tried to swear at it, but the words that came out were just... random nonsense words in a dozen languages. The dragon hissed at her even more.
She growled, and at least that came out more or less as she intended. Mostly because her pronunciation was off.
She shook her head, glaring around. She was a Hawk, her first job was to observe. Not to swear her ocean wall head off.
Okay this not being able to even swear in her mind was streaming her the happinesses off.
But she finally got herself to look. Green perfect clipped grass like someone's ocean walled yard. Someone with too ocean walled much money. OCEAN WALL IT!
UGH!
Anyway, this kind of neat grass usually meant someone with money. And Kaylin Neya was rarely sent to talk to people with money. Barrani didn't count, they expected her to be an uncultured uncooth sloppy little urchin. But this didn't seem Barranian. The plants were carefully cultivated, too neat. None of the trees were chairs or homes while still being alive.
So where the happinesses was she? She spotted the two castles, and more random words in random languages that were meant to be swear words came out. She was used to the palace now, more or less. And the High Halls. And the Long Halls. And none of these... were those.
She shifted position to rest her hands on the hilts of her daggers. Just to discover they were missing.
Cue more random nonsense worlds being snarled into the world.
If someone didn't stop her, this might go on for a while.
As for those seeing her for the first time... She was odd to look at. Empty dagger sheathes on a belt cinched to additional holes punched into it. The belt was over a blue and grey tabard with two golden hawks on it - one picked out in thread, one picked out in beads. Under that was leather armor and a chain shirt, and at under all of that, a long sleeved linen shirt with buttons at the wrists. Her pants were leather and stained with what might have been dried blood. The stains on her boots... well dried blood might be the nicest of what was there.
Her clothing was all wrinkled and in need of a washing sometime in the general vicinity of soon. Or yesterday. She looked like a walking crease. Her hair was pulled up into a rough bun with a gnawed on stick shoved through it.
Sticking out from under her sleeve was what looked like a really expensive antique gold bracer. She wore two heavy gold rings. And there was what looked like a tattoo of a flower on her face - deadly nightshade.
All over she looked like a walking contradiction. A very short one.