ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : ᴀɴᴅꜰᴏʀᴅ
Exchanging jests and compliments alike, they strolled through the busy streets of Andford, led by Ferox, towards a tavern, Ferox maintaining his enthusiasm throughout the journey and Iv…Dra…whatever keeping up with him. Kirara feigned her indifference towards their exchange, and from what she could overhear spouting from Ivadriel’s mouth in a form of praise (?), she decided it was in her best interest to do so. "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔. 𝑨𝒏’ 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏’. , she replied. She had a feeling that not knowing her vocabulary would do him good in future. And she could not be bothered, but that’s beside the point.
Perhaps due to a number of characteristics, such as presence of weapon, badges of Royal Order, and individuals like Kirara herself, they received stares of fascination and caution alike. Given Ferox being well-known by many of the town as the tavern owner’s son, was more likely the reason behind more public attention. All in all, the people of Andford were warm and welcoming. “𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚. 𝒀𝒂’ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.”, beamed Kirara, nudging Ferox with her elbow. Nevertheless, Kirara initiated the most effective ritual of bonding, popular even among the lowest of scums - drinking party.
In a span of few hours it was as clear as a sunny day and the water of Andford’s ocean who benefitted most from the absolutely free of cost service for the Royal Order. Kirara had about a dozen of pints, from her n-th refill, as though trophies of victory over some of the local patrons of the tavern. Whatever that flawed ascension did to her body, thanks to that Kirara got only a little tipsy from the liquor she chugged down, pint after pint of expensive alcohol, she would never get to enjoy otherwise along with Andford’s delicacy of snacks to go along with it.
By the time they were in the market plaza, Kirara was too full to try more samples from the food stalls. Nonetheless, her engrossed gaze betrayed her captivation. It was the very first time in decades she could afford a stroll, so unrestricted in the open, without having to look over her shoulder. Perhaps it was the alcohol but the tour of the town invoked a warm and fuzzy feeling in her chest. Though she almost got into an argument with a shopkeeper over the price of fish cutlets, but even that was liberating. As the day went on, she was sobering up, carving the lively plaza and the fountain and everything else into her memory.
Finally, seemingly as the last stoppage of their tour, Amissa guided them on a path to a picturesque view of ocean, where shades of oranges, reds and yellows melted from the sun at the horizon. Kirara hardly knew a thing about art. But at that very moment, she recalled a smuggled landscape of ocean by a renowned painter, and the view in front of her so much more exquisite in contrast that she almost wished she had her other eye to take in more of it. Kirara took a glance at Amissa from her peripheral view, furtively thankful for bringing her here. Busy towns had their charm but places like these were what Kirara took special notes of.
She took a moment to gather her thoughts before answering her question. [“𝒀𝒆𝒓’ 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏. 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒎, 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏’ 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”], she shared, in both speech and sign, then turn to face ocean again, letting the salty wind blow away the strands of black hairs covering her eye. [“𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒓’ 𝒎𝒆.”], she added and went quiet.
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