Thread: The Salty Air We Breath(Erit and Eva)

That day started as it normally would for a person like her, a person who was left in the dark all her life. She woke up when she felt something brush against her nose, blinking a few times before opening her eyes so that the green orbs can look at the room she was in. Another pair of eyes, beady red eyes, was peering back at her this morning though. Most people might have been scared if they saw red eyes when they woke up, but the sight made her smile. Hey Snow, you're looking chipper this morning, she whispered. The animal squeaked softly in confirmation then his red eyes seemed to disappear as he moved off the bed. She sighed softly as she sat up on the bed now, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. As she continued with her normal morning rituals, she couldn't help but think about her father. She had no idea what she was, he never told her exactly what their species happened to be. All she knew is that people thought they were good luck to be seen, at least in their animal form. They only had one animal form though a black panther. Her father told her stories when she was little, spinning tales of how their kin was first born into the world. Something about a dragon and a cat woman, but she couldn't remember the worlds exactly now. She couldn't remember much about her father either, it had been years since he died. It was only four, she was twelve when he was shot, but it was like forever in her eyes. She didn't mind living in the forest by herself, though she went to the town every now and again. She was going there today to buy more vegetables, and see if there was anyone selling fruit. It was hard to grow fruit there because of how cold it got during the fall and winter seasons, so all they could do is have it imported. It tasted so rich to her, better than anything she ate before. She knew there were many different kinds of fruit, but never thought to remember their names. No, she only knew them by their color and shape, at the same time remembering which she actually liked the taste of. Come on Snow, she said softly. When she spoke to animals her voice was different, some kind of unholy sound that resembled growls and human words alike. She knew it sounded different to human ears, and they could understand little of it but animals were more insightful, they could understand what she said when she spoke that way. She wore a green dress that accented her eyes and her light brown skin. She didn't know what her mother was, the woman died only a year or so after Jyade was born. Her father rarely spoke about the woman before he left, though Jyade suspected she looked a lot like her because she looked nothing like her father. She looked down when she felt something start to weigh down her dress, smiling happily when she saw that a white ferret was climbing up her skirt. The ferret was Snow, a animal she saved only six months ago. She found him in the snow, abandoned by his mother because of his unusual pigment. She took him in and took care of him until the spring, which was when she tried her best to return him to the forest. He came back though, always ending up on her pillow before she woke up in the morning. Even now she didn't know how he kept getting into the house, but she wasn't about to ask. He was a good companion, especially since he chased the mice out. She was still as the ferret continued his upward climb, soon perching himself on her shoulder. He moved behind her black locks, hiding closer to the groove of her neck. With that done, she bent down, slipping her black shoes on. They had a low heel to them, low enough so she was comfortable walking in them. She looked around the small cottage with a sweep of her eyes before turning to the door that she was near. She opened it then stepped out into the morning light. She could hear the church bells ring from where it stood in the middle of the town. Sometimes people were executed in front of it, if they did crimes bad enough that they had to be killed in front of it, 'to purge the evil in them from the world.' She never saw one of those hangings though, didn't think it would be right to just stand there and watch as someone is killed. She pushed these thoughts back as she closed the door, not caring to lock it. After all, people didn't just storm into house, right? Because of how little she did know about the world, she didn't know any better. She didn't think about what there was beyond her home, the forest surrounding it, and the town. She knew that there were people that came from different places, but she cared not to ask them about those places. They would've, most likely, told her if she was the type to ask. She wasn't bad to look at, though she'd most likely say she wasn't pretty because of how she was taught to show modesty. To say the least, she had the body some women yearned for. It came from days spent hunting and light meals to keep her food supply from running low. She wasn't as lucky as most of the women in the town. She was quiet now, and so seemed the world, as she started to make her way down the small path that led to the town. She knew the way there, which was why she was able to make the journey. Most people would get lost if they tried to travel down such a narrow path, without her help anyway. Most of the townspeople didn't bother to even glance at her, let alone ask her for help through the forest. They thought she might be a witch, a notion that made her giggle whenever she heard it. It kept them from bothering her though, which was enough for her not to say anything about it. It wasn't long, only twenty minutes, before she found herself in the town. She started to walk around, buying anything she thought she needed. She had enough money since she sold some of her mother's old jewelry, which there was still some of in the house. She didn't like selling her deceased mother's things, but she couldn't starve to death if there was a way to earn money to buy food with. It just didn't make sense. It wasn't long before she had three bags of vegetables, and one that had four apples. She sighed softly as she stopped for in the entrance of an alley, looking out to the street. Of all the things she didn't like, carrying bags had to be one of them. She relaxed her shoulders now, trying to conserve her strength until it was time for her to start walking back to her home. Her eyes turned to a tavern then, the only local place to eat besides the bakery. Her feet carried her towards the door, looking in at the people for a moment before stepping inside, going to a table near a wall and setting the four homemade bags down on top of it. Even though it was early there were people inside, not that many yet but still enough.