Calm Inside The Storm(Fenrir)

[yelena]

The wind howled violently, lightning hit down and thunder roared. The rain poured down, coming down hard and fast. The weather hadn't changed since early that morning, on which it had gotten worse. Most were inside, except the few travelers who quickly sought shelter from the storm. Most fires were out by now, most curled up seeking warmth under their covers. The sound of hooves were hidden by the storm.

The horses weren't reacting quite well to the storm in the stable. The stable master was trying to calm them down when the door opened and a white horse entered. The rider, a small figure drowned in a black cloak dismounted, and looked at the stable master. "Good Evening, sir." The voice was female, a soft caress compared to the storm. She led the horse to an empty stall, removing her saddle and small bag. She stroked her horse's mane and whispered softly to it. "The weather ruined your trip, Ma'am?" the stable master asked and frowned at the small nod. The female's hood was up and she seemed fragile to him. "Go inside to the inn, I'll take care of your horse. "

Da Qiao offered him a small smile, stroked her horse one more time,grabbed her bag and then nodded to the stable master, exiting after closing the door. She pulled her cloak closer around her and her bag, keeping her head down to the rain. Within a few minutes, she arrived at the door to the inn. She opened it up and was greeted instantly with the warmth that fought away the chill. Da gave a polite bow to the innkeeper then went up the stairs to her room. She removed her cloak and sighed. She was soaked, everything from her shoes to her hair.

She pushed her hair back, squeezing out the water. Then she striped quickly, changing into something dry and warm. A plain deep purple dress, no straps with lavender colored flowers on it. She grabbed a gold and white over up and fastened it just under her breasts. Slipping on a pair of matching sandals, she looked in the mirror. She didn't look like a Lady. Yet she didn't exactly mind. She found being out with people, seeing what the world was like, was better than living in a palace where everything seemed.. too perfect.

Going to the bar, she walked slowly thinking. Should she return home? Probably. But was it worth it... No. It was a routine which she went through daily, few things were new. And there was always talk of fighting. From family arguments, to war. It just never changed, did it? She looked at the glowing fire, where the warmth radiated from. Pleasant and nice. Calm, despite the storm. She moved to the bar, and raised her hand, signaling for a warm glass of wine. Upon receiving it, she stared into the glass. Looking at herself. Where did she belong now.. Who was she?

[Fenrir]

The rain in this land was refreshing to say the least. He had saw that it was raining, and had immeditatly set off to his next destination. Fenrir hailed from a land that was supposedly burdened by the harsh and cold weather. However to him the cold was an old friend that reminded him of home. To be burdened was to live in this terrible heat and humidity. So for the odd chance of refreshment and cooling down. The wolf of the north had jumped at the chance to head outside and be at one with the rain. Even as the light drizzel began t change. Hammering down. The wolf didn't much care. The rain was cooling. And the leather fur cape draped around his large shoulders prevented most of him from getting wet. It was just his hair.

And even that could be fixed by placing his helmet on. However he didn't want to. He wanted to feel the rain in between his black and graying hair. It was all a part of life and nature. And should be enjoyed. Most people here, travelled upon horseback. It was the same with any country really. Using these beasts of burden to carry them from here to there. Fenrir however walked. He found riding horses uncomfortable. And he was sure he asn't the only one. A giant like him would be a heavy weight on the creatures back. And he did not want to cause the animal such an issue over convience.

It was not long before the rain was accompanied by thunder and lightning. Fenrir began to think of the gods of his lands. Odin. Belief in whoem had made his life a living hell. And Thor maker of thunder. Well his hammer was certainly slamming down today. In the distance he saw a stable and bar. The next drop off point in his journey. He came in under the stables, the rain dripping from his hair. He took handfulls of it and squeezed most of the residual rain water onto the ground before walking inside the tavern. As per usual stares were accompanied. Not only because he was a westerner. But because of his sheer size. A mild silence as he walked inside, each step booming out throughout the tavern like the thunder outside. He approached the bar. And in the harsh langauge of this land ordered a drink.

" One pitcher of wine please"

After they aw he wasn't here to kill or do harm. The locals seemed to get back into their drinks and speech. However he flt their eyes constantly at his back. Then again. That was something he was getting used to. He just hoped that someone wasn't stupid enough to try and put a knife in it. There was however an odd sight at this bar. A woman sat near, staring into her own glass of wine. By the looks of it there was no man around who claimed her as his own. As he had seen in this country women were merely extensions of property.

And she wasn't serving drinks. So that begged to question. Just who was she? Hair was damp. That meant she had just walked in maybe slightly before he had. So...what was her story

[yelena]

She slowly moved her wrist, watching the wine go in circles, higher around the edge of the cup. She was still at herself... one known for her beauty... But not for much else. She was considered a lady of Wu..... A member of the Sun Family. But she didn't feel like one. She wasn't as one. More of a member of Wu, or a great beauty at most.

She took a small sip of wine and swallowed without tasting. She wasn't one to drink often. Truthfully, she drank rarely. The taste to her was bitter. Too bitter for her liking. Most of the time, she didn't even drink a full cup. She drank for show. For appearance . And that was all.

Caught up too much in her thoughts, she didn't even notice the man enter. Until she heard the voice. She tried to place it. Most people who came here were regulars, and she still knew some travelers. She glanced at the man, curious and then blinked. Well... He was... tall. Tall.... wasn't enough to fit it though. She away quickly, realizing she had been staring. It was rude to do so... But he was... Huge.