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[Vryn Vhae'Naliek]

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Vryn woke to the raucous calls of gulls and sandpipers lazing on the early evening's breezes, heavy, humid, and balmy. The tang of salt, and faint misty spray draped upon everything as a pervasive reminder of the sea eternal, and the ephemeral nature of islands and cities everywhere, no matter how well structured, or beautiful.

All in all, in spite of the lingering heat of a day slowly dying, it was a pleasant way to reacquaint oneself with waking life.

Dressing slowly, careful to arrange himself in every meticulous detail so as to give the outward appearance of nobility and menace in equal measures, Vryn took silent leave of the rented villa. Cinching his silken sash tightly, he paused briefly, and allowed for a final perusal of the room. Lingering on the clean sandstone floor where last he watched her shadow dress itself, dwindle, and return to what was exclusively her own. Lost momentarily in the co-mingled scents that still clung doggedly to the air.

Perfume and whispers.

Skin and secrets.

Smiling ruefully, he preened a moment in the mirror, and recombed his long silvery-white hair, letting it hang over the right side of his face partially obscuring his features, but revealling them again with a simple, practiced tilt of his head. A pretty smile, as the most sensible, and perfect accoutrement.

Steel spikes, tipped in a venom of his own design, ornamented both forearms just under his loose fitting sleeves. Twin punctuations to be used after his charming feint if need be.

A potent, fast acting hallucinogen lay caked under his left pinky nail, which he kept sharpened, as a last resort should the night turn...rowdy.

Shaking off the dim dust of melancholia, and ignoring the corridors of thought and questions that seemed darkest to him, Vryn stepped out into the sand. The twinkling lights of Nujel'm proper just in the distance.

The sun, a liquid blob of fiery ink behind him, touching the tides and tumults of a sea whose vastness saw no end. The light spilling over the water and painting it a dizzying gold, flecked richly with wavecaps that sang in argent sparks. Wisps borning and dying in fleeting cycles spectacular.

This night held great possibilties.