Thread: Frails Request (Subject Tai ~ Little Kitten)

342 AS After sisters Leaf 1st Autumn Clock 1200 Day Nono sat down at the small diner, rather deserted and for good reason too it was incredibly expensive. Known to be a resting joint for diplomatic relatives, not many came due to the fact that not even one percent of the population identified as a diplomatic relative. Those who did had a clan of some sort of reputation, that or incredibly unpopular due to not having a clan to represent themselves and the nation they wanted to represent with. She sipped her coffee poured into a solid container of an odd material that looked to be some sort of stone. Though it held the properties of a coffee mug. Nono represented Freelang and like many of those native to the lands of Freelang, had a rather amusing name. Nono Aloha Kaua was her name, not as strange as some of those living in Freelang nonetheless it was always joked around with. Just as everybody else dressed, Nono was dressed in her incredibly extensive winter wear that caked on layers and layers of protection from the harsh colds outside of Frail. The cold averaged negatives everyday, blizzards lasted hours upon hours. Even at times, forty eight hours a day lasted a blizzard on a harsh day. Today though, was quite lenient for the vacation Nono was about to take. Her replacement was sent to this very establishment to meet up with Nono. Nono had a deep blue and deep purple for hair, it stretched down and into the blue hooded uniform she wore, which was known as a Spira. A spira was essentially a uniform a warrior wore that represented the spirit this uniform was worn over and over, constantly. Taken care of a spira was like taking care of the spirit, washing it, cleaning it- her own seemed to be in perfect condition. She had multiples of the same uniform matter of fact. Rugged and outlined in white like fur, it was meant for these harsh winters. Nono was well known throughout the continent of Clymer too, and so, her Spira was also well known. She wondered if the person coming knew of her, because Nono had never knew of the person coming today. Looking around, Nono took the environment in. A small bar she sat at, half a circle that went into the wall and behind was the bartender washing cups with a rag, lazily with his back turned to Nono. On the left side of the bar, the side Nono sat at, was the exit door which led into the rather small place. On the right side was a large rug of fur followed by a fireplace and many hunting accomplishments plastered all about the wall. Strange animals and even fish, a large fish matter of fact was strung just above the ceiling. It was a wicked fish with fangs jerking out of its mouth and scales that looked to be quite threatening. Black and white the fish was, Nono stared at it in observation. Then glancing behind her at the door where a window could be seen, looking out in awe of what Frail was. The capital of Freelang, it snowed everyday no matter the day. Though trillions of people walked about the streets, even horses pulling at merchandise and the like. Outside this window could be seen massive wooden buildings, absolutely packed to the brim of snow that was forcefully pushed into the wood and stacked on top. Obviously incredibly cold outside, it was a wonder why a person might want to live in Frail. The trillions of people that traveled the streets, swarming left, right, no particular correlation made it hard to travel the streets. Luckily, the traffic was a constant and thus, the snow that dropped every day never cluttered the path of people walking. Waiting . . .