@dorianhawthorne
The dust swirled around Yael’s boots as she rode into Fervention. The majority of her day had been spent in Colorado Springs, where she’d gone to purchase a new dagger for the sheath strapped to her leg. She’d lost her last one to a faulty strap in the Wastes and didn’t like the thought of only having three weapons at her disposal. What if the other three failed her?
Reaching The Legless Man, she slowed the bike, riding around to the side before parking it underneath some nearby debris. The last thing she needed was to return to was a stolen bike, not that she wasn’t above hunting it down.
It had been a successful day for Yael –after all, she was still alive– so, stride confident, she entered the bar and placed a decent assortment of items before the bartender. Unsure of how long she would be staying in the bar, she made sure the amount she’d offered should cover anything she might order.
Accepting her payment without question, the bartender set to work on her drink and she took a seat on one of the weathered stools. The establishment wasn’t as busy as she’d anticipated, though the people who did fill the space appeared to be enjoying themselves. It almost felt normal, and Yael opted to continue watching them once she’d received her whiskey.
The brunette swirled the contents of the glass, briefly stopping her people watching to watch the golden liquid do a sort of dance within its confines. When everything else was gone, she should have known that alcohol would be one of the few things to survive. The thought brought a wisp of a laugh to her lips, as she returned her attention to her surroundings.
