Post by Atalya Snow on Jun 27, 2016 3:32:03 GMT
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Like a hawk, she sat among the orange tiled rooftops. One hand clinging to the edge trying to not let vertigo topple her over. She had never been a fan of heights. The very idea of free falling to her death didn't settle well, but the best vantage point were often high in the wings of the city's eaves. Today she wasn't on the look out for one of her marks but instead merely waiting. Yet another messenger had come to get her to let her know that her services may be needed. From whom, she didn't ask, but the meeting location was an interesting one to say the least. It wasn't her usual first pick preferring somewhere secluded, but she trusted that it was safe enough if the client wished to meet among those of the cloth. Not that she knew much of the ways of the men and women that worshiped the seven. She had been young when she had been taken to Essos and even younger still in the ways of the rest of the world. Even now, she was unsure of how to act in Westeros. The men and women weren't that much different, but their thought process was not the same.
She didn't regret her life though. Essos, Braavos, the life she had led to become a faceless had not been a kind one, but it was a choice she had made. If she had gone home, she would have become something she would have hated in another five years. A married woman tied to a hearth and home. It was not the life she ever saw for herself not that if she could have predicted a future where she was an assassin either, but she was free. Well, as free as a faceless could get. She was still tied to the House of Black and White, and she had every intention of going back there once she had settled her life here in Westeros or what had once been her life. It was no longer hers though. She had left it far behind her nine years ago and the people she called parents and friends had been buried, but clearly not fully since she was back in Westeros seeking to see if they were alive with her very own eyes.
Sighing, she slipped down from her post to head towards the Sept. The empty balconies an easy way to traverse the city above the bustling crowds below. Of course, she had to drop down when she reached the long stairway that led up to the grand temple. It's doors foreboding but perhaps no more then those of the House of Black and White and less intricately adorned. People pass her in a hurry to get to and from the place of worship. A man with a symbol branded on his forehead draws her attention for a moment before he scurries past. Was it often that people wounded themselves for their gods? The House of Black and White worshiped the many faced god who was better known as the god of death. Rather then making his followers suffer in pain, he would let them take their life when they felt their time had come. It seemed the seven were not so forgiving.
The inside of the halls felt cool against her slightly burned skin. A relief. Winter may be coming, but it would come to King's Landing much later then the north where it was no doubt beginning to rear it's head. She could only image snow or what it looked like. Even the way it felt. Was it soft? How cold was it? Bitterly so like the water of a lake first thing in the morning? The idea stayed with her as she moved down the halls. Finger tips trailing along the rough stone that made up the walls imagining it being covered in frost. She had nearly lost herself in the moment before remembering just where she needed to go. She wasn't here to day dream about a day in the snow but to meet someone.
It may have been easier to swing into the Sept another way. She felt as if she was drawing wandering eyes here although she was dressed plainly in both clothing and disguise. She had opted to not wear her own face here. Instead, she had mousy brown hair, brown eyes, and a very bland looking face. The tilt of her nose was slightly too much, and her eyes wide and startled like that of a prey caught in the gaze of it's killer. It was a suitable disguise to get around in. It made her far too plain to draw the eyes of most people and if she was caught in the act like this there was no feature that stood out not the way that her tell-tale red hair did or mismatched eyes. She was perfectly boring.
Carefully, she crept down another hall before making a few more turns. Was this it? The area was plain and held nothing more then a few solid doors that no doubt led to different rooms. She scanned both ways searching for any sign of the worshipers of the seven before gently knocking on the door. "Its," she paused realizing she wasn't sure exactly what to say as to who she was. To announce she was a faceless to a door with not knowing who lay behind it, it was a way to get her killed and quickly. The person who had summoned her would not know her name either even if she spoke it. Her hesitation had gone on far too long as she brushed her knuckles once more against the door. "You asked for my services," she said at last. It was vague to anyone else but to the point for the one that knew the nature of her trade.
CLEVER GOT ME THIS FAR
then tricky got me in
Like a hawk, she sat among the orange tiled rooftops. One hand clinging to the edge trying to not let vertigo topple her over. She had never been a fan of heights. The very idea of free falling to her death didn't settle well, but the best vantage point were often high in the wings of the city's eaves. Today she wasn't on the look out for one of her marks but instead merely waiting. Yet another messenger had come to get her to let her know that her services may be needed. From whom, she didn't ask, but the meeting location was an interesting one to say the least. It wasn't her usual first pick preferring somewhere secluded, but she trusted that it was safe enough if the client wished to meet among those of the cloth. Not that she knew much of the ways of the men and women that worshiped the seven. She had been young when she had been taken to Essos and even younger still in the ways of the rest of the world. Even now, she was unsure of how to act in Westeros. The men and women weren't that much different, but their thought process was not the same.
She didn't regret her life though. Essos, Braavos, the life she had led to become a faceless had not been a kind one, but it was a choice she had made. If she had gone home, she would have become something she would have hated in another five years. A married woman tied to a hearth and home. It was not the life she ever saw for herself not that if she could have predicted a future where she was an assassin either, but she was free. Well, as free as a faceless could get. She was still tied to the House of Black and White, and she had every intention of going back there once she had settled her life here in Westeros or what had once been her life. It was no longer hers though. She had left it far behind her nine years ago and the people she called parents and friends had been buried, but clearly not fully since she was back in Westeros seeking to see if they were alive with her very own eyes.
Sighing, she slipped down from her post to head towards the Sept. The empty balconies an easy way to traverse the city above the bustling crowds below. Of course, she had to drop down when she reached the long stairway that led up to the grand temple. It's doors foreboding but perhaps no more then those of the House of Black and White and less intricately adorned. People pass her in a hurry to get to and from the place of worship. A man with a symbol branded on his forehead draws her attention for a moment before he scurries past. Was it often that people wounded themselves for their gods? The House of Black and White worshiped the many faced god who was better known as the god of death. Rather then making his followers suffer in pain, he would let them take their life when they felt their time had come. It seemed the seven were not so forgiving.
The inside of the halls felt cool against her slightly burned skin. A relief. Winter may be coming, but it would come to King's Landing much later then the north where it was no doubt beginning to rear it's head. She could only image snow or what it looked like. Even the way it felt. Was it soft? How cold was it? Bitterly so like the water of a lake first thing in the morning? The idea stayed with her as she moved down the halls. Finger tips trailing along the rough stone that made up the walls imagining it being covered in frost. She had nearly lost herself in the moment before remembering just where she needed to go. She wasn't here to day dream about a day in the snow but to meet someone.
It may have been easier to swing into the Sept another way. She felt as if she was drawing wandering eyes here although she was dressed plainly in both clothing and disguise. She had opted to not wear her own face here. Instead, she had mousy brown hair, brown eyes, and a very bland looking face. The tilt of her nose was slightly too much, and her eyes wide and startled like that of a prey caught in the gaze of it's killer. It was a suitable disguise to get around in. It made her far too plain to draw the eyes of most people and if she was caught in the act like this there was no feature that stood out not the way that her tell-tale red hair did or mismatched eyes. She was perfectly boring.
Carefully, she crept down another hall before making a few more turns. Was this it? The area was plain and held nothing more then a few solid doors that no doubt led to different rooms. She scanned both ways searching for any sign of the worshipers of the seven before gently knocking on the door. "Its," she paused realizing she wasn't sure exactly what to say as to who she was. To announce she was a faceless to a door with not knowing who lay behind it, it was a way to get her killed and quickly. The person who had summoned her would not know her name either even if she spoke it. Her hesitation had gone on far too long as she brushed her knuckles once more against the door. "You asked for my services," she said at last. It was vague to anyone else but to the point for the one that knew the nature of her trade.
Meeting with @kirby