Abertildirn

Koral

Sylva rose in the blink of daylight,
"Alah, alah! My eyes!" Grogged Sylva.
"Morning Syl" yelled Rote from below.
"Whatcha making t'day"
"Eat the leftovers from yesterday"
" But we've had fried spider legs for days now"
"Well sweets, were not going to get anything new unless you head to the market in the next town today."
" I'll go tomorrow maybe next week."
"Ya said that last week"
"Ughhh, fine I'll head out later."
Sylva walls down the stairs in a scarlet shirt hemmed in aurate strips with deep blue pants worthy of a kind wardrobe. He grabs a fried spider leg and heads out for the day" I'll see you around nightfall today." Kellered Sylva to Rotis in a living tone. "See you then, if I'm not here when you're back, I'll probably be at The Goldshire Tavern" responded Rote towards Sylva as he walked out the door.

As Sylva walls out a familiar figure comes towards him "Es Syl, whatcha heading out for after these misty days, sire." pleats Nö in his shriek of a voice. "Anaria Shola, Nö." Skeels Sylva in a voice of irritation. "No need for such formality, I'm not such Royal Brat to deserve this treatment from you. Oh mighty Sylva "the orphaned child", you have no pride or title to your name other than the fact you're a  child orphaned of parents living with the village Dinoriel!" Interjected Nö with the sarcasm of the old gods. " I don't need your idiocracy of a spoiled child, you haven't needed to work a day in your life. Ya know what Nö, no just leave, I'm tired of your total arkhana lak'tuk!" Scolds Sylva in the tone of pure frustration. Nö gains a face of confusion, unable to understand the treatment he received from a peasant of all things. "Well be like that then you poor sad child." Frizzles Nö defensively. He walks back trying to defend his pride.