This is a story that I'm in the process of writing... here's what I have so far.
Night fell on Arad Doman.
Doberler’s training for that day had been completed and he was wandering about the city as a means of relaxation. He was clad in a deep blue silk shirt, black doeskin pants and satin boots turned down at the top. On his right hip sat his sword, freshly sharpened and waiting to be drawn, a pair of well used gloves tucked into the belt. A single gold band engraved with his house symbol adorned his wrist, matching the choker and earrings he also wore.
His face was rather plain for a Domani, though he had been complemented on his beauty on more than one occasion. His facial hair consisted of a small, closely trimmed beard and long thin moustaches. His hair was black, shoulder-length and wavy.
His training that day had been long and arduous. And, for once, he was looking forward to a quiet night in his apartments. However, when he had gotten there, he came to the realization that he had nothing to do, resulting in him going for a leisurely stroll.
For some unknown reason, he simply stopped in mid-stroll. Looking to the left, he was greeted by a sign depicting an open book. ”Hmm… A Library. That’ll keep me occupied tonight.” he thought as entered the building.
As he entered, he was taken by awe. This library was one of the few in Bandar Eban that he hadn’t visited. The room was literally wall-to-wall books. The building itself was two stories, the first floor, row upon row of books.
At this point he had no idea whatsoever of what he wanted to read so he resigned himself to walking up and down the aisles, seeing what would catch his eye. As he exited an aisle, consisting primarily of scientific theory, he noticed a woman making her way to a table, her steps accompanied by the faint whisk-whisk-whisk of riding skirts.
Leaning against the bookshelf, arms crossed, he watched the stranger. Her dark hair was long and braided tightly, ending halfway down her back. Her lightly tanned skin was a surefire sign that she had been traveling. Her dress was modest, the bodice a square-cut neck, neatly embroidered grey silk with silver sewn along the hem, placing her from Andor. It was belted tightly at the waist, her belt seeming to be made of woven metal, a small purse hanging at her waist.
As she sat, she placed her book on the table and began fishing something out of her purse. Placing what looked like nothing more than a small figurine on the table, she started looking through the book in front of her, thumbing through the pages with purpose. Doberler approached her in time to hear her mumble something about mindless assignments and the Amyrlin Seat needing a swift kick in the rear.
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