The streets of Dead Sun were buzzing, always with rumors. But today, they were particularly juicy. Down from the Cock and Candle, three girls were digging around at the jewelry stand for some new pieces to buy with their tips from the night before. "Better get Zelphie quick, ladies! I heard the Arbiter's snapping him up like she did Kurel. Imagine!" Another girl gasped, "No way, didn't you hear she's pregnant? You think Zelphie's the father?"
Vel had been sitting on a crate unassumingly. She may have - actually been asleep, it was difficult to say with her. Yet even when the monkette was lost in one of her trance like moments, she seemed to be aware of what was going on around her.
The chattering of the three women caught her attention. Rumors were common enough but these rumors seemed particularly odd.
First, the idea of Eilithe snapping up Zelphryin didn’t seem likely. From what Vel could tell, Eilithe wasn’t exactly overly fond of Kurel’s brother, and she seemed quite content with Kurel. Eilithe had never seemed to indictate that she was the sort to keep multiple partners. And - Vel somehow couldn’t imagine Kurel being open to sharing with his brother. Though, perhaps it was a desert custom or something? Still, it didn’t sound quite right to her.
The pregnancy - seemed - possible...? Though, Vel hadn’t noticed any signs of such a thing... And Vel wasn’t sure another child was really something Eilithe was looking for... though, with her, it was hard to rule that out entirely. Though Vel was almost certain Kurel wasn’t looking for another child.
But surely if she was in fact pregnant - it wouldn’t be Zelphryin’s child ... right? That just seemed absurd and Vel couldn’t figure out why rumors would seem to suggest some sort of relationship between Eilithe and Zelphryin .
Perhaps most perplexing to her - was the fact that the theee gossiping women had all seemed to thing of Zelphryin as some sort of prize. Vel didn’t have anything against the man really, but - these women all seemed to speak of him as if he was a desirable creature. Perhaps Vel hadn’t spent enough time around the man to understand the appeal? He was certainly no Mavas, who was the ideal type of male as far as Vel was concerned.
Long after the woman had run off with various jewelry and such Vel forced herself off of her crate with a wince. She glanced down at her injured leg with a look of contempt. While Vel didn’t put much stock into these rumors, she did wonder where they had sprung up from. She figured the Cock and Candle was a good place to go prodding around. So she decided to head off in that direction.
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