The sky is grey and murky, with nothing to see but clouds, if that’s what they even are. He’s 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.
“Hey, are you okay? Do you know what’s happening around here?”
A woman’s voice pulls him from his daze. It isn’t her, but he almost recognizes it. He only turns enough to glance, and his eyes fall on a woman he’s 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. “I’m… alive.” It isn’t a lie, but after a moment he shakes his head, remembers himself and what he’s best at: talking.
“I cannot sat anything about what has transpired,” Zulf says with a glance around. “You’re the first I’ve seen who isn’t…” his voice trails off. He can’t say it or even describe it. They were ash, like the gods had played a cruel trick. Had only the pious been spared… or was this some other cursed machination?
It was obvious what he mean’t, only thing around here besides them. He doesn’t know what’s happened here either, much to her dismay. Possibly, that was the best for both of them though, but we’re getting off track. Red was relieved to find another person out here, unfortunately she doesn’t 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.
“A-At least you’re alive, like you said. Maybe we should go somewhere else, perhaps the inside of a building. We’ll be safer there, and we can actually talk to each other.”
The hanging gardens isn’t a place unfamiliar to her, but she doesn’t remember most of the places around here. Red does know of a tavern close by though, only reason was ‘cause of how often she had to meet the marshals there.
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