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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 3003066" data-attributes="member: 40413">Ymris stands in the rain just outside the Gralis Eatery.&nbsp; Hood down, her hair quickly becomes plastered to her head.&nbsp; Her eyes take in the activities of the street but a thousand thoughts flit through her mind.&nbsp; What am I doing here?&nbsp; If the goal of living outside of Three Stone Green is to instill an appreciation for our suburb, then I've learned that.&nbsp; She looks around in distaste at the squalor and suffering of the Labyrinth in particular and Metropolis in general.&nbsp; But I can't go back yet.&nbsp; Not after barely more than a day.She coughs as she inhales a wisp of punguent smoke but is quickly distracted by Thom's yowl and the presentation of the rat.&nbsp; She feels a moment of unease as the men stare greedily.&nbsp; But for the rat?&nbsp; Or the cat?&nbsp; So much need.&nbsp; She shakes her head in dismay.&nbsp; Despite the smell of cat and city Thom rubs upon her leg Ymris lets the preternatural cat feel her pleasure at his presence.&nbsp; &quot;Guard your kill, Ragged Thom,&quot; Ymris murmurs quietly to the cat.&nbsp; &quot;And watch your back.&nbsp; And mine, too.&quot;A particularly loud rumble of thunder fades away leaving the city, for the barest of instants, still and quiet and giving Ymris the sense that the city was waiting for something.&nbsp; As sound and noise again intrude, to Ymris they seem disjointed, askew from reality.&nbsp; An echo of a dream.&nbsp; She stares up at the stormy sky with a growing sense of disquiet.&nbsp; Or an announcement of events to come.Thom's tail lashes against her leg as if in disagreement with her thoughts and Ymris peers down at him.&nbsp; He gazes up at her with feline indifference to human drama then turns his attention back to the rat.&nbsp; &quot;You are right, my friend,&quot; she says in a low voice.&nbsp; &quot;There is more than one way to read the stones.&nbsp; But where to begin?&quot;&nbsp; She watches Thom a moment longer before turning her gaze to what she can see of the skyline.&nbsp; Lylandra Spire has at least 134 floors.&nbsp; Maybe I'll be able to see it from here.Grasping her rain-slick staff and hoping she's heading in the right direction, Ymris begins walking.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 3003066, member: 40413"] Ymris stands in the rain just outside the Gralis Eatery. Hood down, her hair quickly becomes plastered to her head. Her eyes take in the activities of the street but a thousand thoughts flit through her mind. [i]What am I doing here? If the goal of living outside of Three Stone Green is to instill an appreciation for our suburb, then I've learned that.[/i] She looks around in distaste at the squalor and suffering of the Labyrinth in particular and Metropolis in general. [i]But I can't go back yet. Not after barely more than a day.[/i] She coughs as she inhales a wisp of punguent smoke but is quickly distracted by Thom's yowl and the presentation of the rat. She feels a moment of unease as the men stare greedily. [i]But for the rat? Or the cat? So much [b]need[/b].[/i] She shakes her head in dismay. Despite the smell of cat and [i]city[/i] Thom rubs upon her leg Ymris lets the preternatural cat feel her pleasure at his presence. [color=orange]"Guard your kill, Ragged Thom,"[/color] Ymris murmurs quietly to the cat. [color=orange]"And watch your back. And mine, too."[/color] A particularly loud rumble of thunder fades away leaving the city, for the barest of instants, still and quiet and giving Ymris the sense that the city was [i]waiting[/i] for something. As sound and noise again intrude, to Ymris they seem disjointed, askew from reality. [i]An echo of a dream.[/i] She stares up at the stormy sky with a growing sense of disquiet. [i]Or an announcement of events to come.[/i] Thom's tail lashes against her leg as if in disagreement with her thoughts and Ymris peers down at him. He gazes up at her with feline indifference to human drama then turns his attention back to the rat. [color=orange]"You are right, my friend,"[/color] she says in a low voice. [color=orange]"There is more than one way to read the stones. But where to begin?"[/color] She watches Thom a moment longer before turning her gaze to what she can see of the skyline. [i]Lylandra Spire has at least 134 floors. Maybe I'll be able to see it from here.[/i] Grasping her rain-slick staff and hoping she's heading in the right direction, Ymris begins walking. [/QUOTE]

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